Patricia Mccormick Books Novels & Stories

Author’s Note: Hey there, readers! 👋 You’ve probably noticed Patricia popping up quite a bit in Arlene and Mago’s story. Curious about her love life? Well, you’re in luck! Patricia has her own rollercoaster romance with Stuart, and trust me, it’s just as intense (and spicy 😉). If you want to dive deeper into her world, check out my other novel right here on GoodNovel titled "Sold to My Ex-Husband." It’s packed with drama, secrets, and a love that refuses to stay buried. Don’t miss it—your next binge-read awaits! 📚✨

Almost like she knew if they were alone again, nothing would stop him from claiming her completely. He needed to see her. To ask about Patricia's motives. But also— She's probably at her office. Scott thought. After this. --- Scott's car pulled up to a small building with a simple sign: Pat's Bookstore. He stepped inside. A bell jingled overhead. The interior was a stark contrast to the plain exterior. Bright pink walls. Orange shelves lined up in rows, packed with books. It looked more like a daycare than a bookstore. Then Patricia appeared—black jumpsuit covered in golden sequins that caught the light with every step, glittering as she moved.

“She could be dangerous.” Patricia scoffed. “She is harmless. She would never use her dark magic to hurt someone. She is different.” “What is she using it for, then?” Mike asked. “I don’t really know,” Patricia sighed. “But I do know that she is nowhere near as crazy as Cora was.” I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “I hope you are right.” “I am,” Patricia said calmly. I moved my gaze toward the fire. Their bodies were almost gone. The smell was awful. If adrenaline wasn’t still pumping inside my veins, there would be no fucking way I would be able to stand here and smell this.

“Hey!” Patricia complained, lightly shoving her brother’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t introduce me to people like that! You’re so annoying!” “Then introduce yourself properly next time without stammering,” Christian deadpanned. Patricia pouted at him, then turned to Michael with a smile. “I’m Patricia Callahan. Pleased to meet you,” she said, extending her hand formally towards him. Michael reached out and shook it politely. “I’m Michael McGregor.” “Ah! I’ve heard about your family!” she said, and the enthusiasm was clear in her voice. She was so bubbly, so different from her usually impassive brother.

“In any case, this was completely unexpected. I didn’t think you’d remember me. You’d only seen my face once and that was long ago.” Patricia’s eyes lit up in wonder. She was genuinely curious. Just as Patricia said, Alicia had only seen her face once. However, she did not know that Alicia knew every single, every detail about her. On the surface, Patricia wore the appearance of an angel-like goddess, but the truth was that a devil awaiting to break free laid dormant inside her. “Have you been well, sister?” Patricia asked once more. Alicia showed signs of fluster, but her turbulent aura immediately calmed and she returned to her normal state of mind, her senses coming back.

But the house I went home to was too quiet, and the book in my hand was too loud. I’m Patricia. To the students, I’m the woman with the sensible cardigans and the "shushing" reflex. To my boss, I’m the reliable curator of the classics. But inside my bag, tucked behind a copy of Pride and Prejudice, was a paperback with a frayed spine and a cover featuring a man whose shirt had clearly surrendered to his pectorals. I walked back to my desk, the click of my heels echoing in the cavernous silence of the stacks. The smell of old paper and dust usually felt comforting, but tonight, with the thunder rolling in the distance, it felt heavy...charged.

“She will fail.” Leah wanted to believe that because he said it. That was dangerous too. Daniel had money, lawyers, power, and a will sharp enough to cut through almost any obstacle placed before him. But Patricia’s weapon had never been stronger than power. It was acceptability. She knew how to make cruelty sound reasonable to people who did not want to look too closely. She knew how to build doubt around a woman before the woman opened her mouth. “She has done this before,” Leah said. Elaine nodded. “Yes.”

And I want to know why my father believes he has the right to tell my tale without asking. "Okay. Then that is what we will do. "We?" "Grace, if your father is correct about Santos, then we were both duped by someone we trusted. If he's incorrect, he's spreading misinformation about a federal agent who saved our lives. Either way, this affects both of us. That evening, they drove to the major bookstore downtown, where Patricia had stated that advance copies were available for media inspection. The book was titled "Justice Delayed: A Prosecutor's Memoir," and Richard Patterson's portrait on the back cover depicted a man Grace scarcely recognized……... .older, grayer, and wearing the kind of sa

But no matter how hard she tried to focus on the words, her attention kept drifting back to him. Patrícia smiled to herself as she looked at the book in her hands. She turned slightly toward the sleeping man and, even knowing he wouldn’t respond, asked lightly, “May I read out loud? I’m starting a romance different from what I’m used to. I hope you don’t mind.” She adjusted herself in the chair, crossing her legs, and ran her fingers over the pages before continuing. “The title is In Love with My Son’s Ex. Wow!” she laughed softly. “If you only knew how curious I am to read this… Well, I’ll start.”

I pushed the shelf aside and stepped down. The basement was massive. A fully equipped laboratory with computers of different kinds, medical equipment, filing cabinets that stretched wall to wall. Years of research. All of it was here. I started going through the files. Subject after subject. Hundreds of them. Children stolen, experimented on, and discarded. Patricia hadn't been doing science actually. She'd been perfecting mind control, and she'd been selling it for years. She has gathered government agencies, corporations and criminal organizations as her high paying clients. They'd all paid millions for her techniques.