Patricia Mccormick Books Novels & Stories

"Patricia, what kind of information?" Patricia's voice was uncomfortable but determined. "Emma, someone contacted me claiming to be a journalist researching ethics in romance publishing. They provided detailed information about your relationship with Jake Morrison and suggested that your recent success might be due to personal favoritism rather than merit." Emma felt sick as she realized Marcus was actually following through on his threats to contact industry professionals. "Patricia, what exactly did this person tell you?" Patricia was quiet for a moment, clearly struggling with how much to share. "They provided a timeline of your relationship with Jake, details about your contract renewals

I voiced out calmly to stop Patricia from making any more unnecessary sounds. She closed her mouth and stared at me blankly. I gazed at Asher. He looked slightly flustered by this situation, but he didn't say a word. He only walked towards me, watching how I was turning his mother into a puppet. I took one of Patricia's account books. “Do you know what this is?” I asked her. “Yes. These are my journals,” she replied. “What did you write in those journals?” “Bribes, favors, paid assignments. I did it to remember to whom I paid money and when,” she responded automatically.

Emma sat in Patricia's apartment Saturday morning, spreading Sophia's hunting rights materials across the coffee table alongside Patricia's own reference books. The contrast was striking, Sophia's documents were pristine, professionally bound, and intimidatingly comprehensive. Patricia's books were well-worn, with handwritten notes in the margins and sticky tabs marking important sections. "Interesting approach," Patricia said, examining one of Sophia's documents. "Very thorough, very formal." Very thorough, very formal. Emma caught the diplomatic tone that suggested Patricia had reservations.

Patricia responded. “You also have Kate, remember? You need to be strong for her too.” I breathed out, saying. “Kate? Kate is no child of mine.” Patricia responded. ----------------------------------- A/n Your thoughts on this book matter so much to me. Hope you leave them😟😟

I picked it up carefully, this tiny object that contained years of documentation, all organized and ready to use. Everything is on there. Organized by category and date. Financial crimes, personal misconduct, business fraud. Everything you need to completely dismantle what they've built. I closed my fingers around the drive and looked at Patricia, this woman who'd known my mother and watched me grow up and finally decided to do the right thing even though it was twenty years too late. She wrote one more question and pushed the paper toward me. When are you planning to expose them? I picked up my phone and typed with steady hands, no hesitation, no doubt.

Almost as if she sensed the dangerous thoughts running through my head, Patricia slowly reached across the table and placed her hand gently over mine. “You don’t need to panic,” she said softly. “And you do not need to be afraid.” Her voice carried no hatred. “Your secret is safe with me.” I stared at her silently, Patricia’s eyes softened with something that almost looked like pain. “I know about your childhood,” she continued quietly. “I know how difficult your life was growing up without a wolf.” My body stiffened instantly but Patricia continued before I could speak. “I know your parents treated you differently from your sister.” Her voice became heavier. “And I know you were thrown out

“You're going to keep your mouth shut about this whole Darren situation!’’ she finally says. I look up at her and I'm not even surprised that's what you wanted. “Am I allowed to speak, miss Patricia.’’ somehow there was a flash of heart that closed her eyes but she covered it up immediately. she nodded her head and I began to speak. “I don't have a mate. I don't know what it's like to have a mate and I have no idea about the responsibilities that fall into a relationship. but I have principles and I have common sense. The matches between a maid and his or her partner are between them and no one else. I do not believe I have a right to interfere or even spill secrets that you clearly want to

Patricia grits out and Gabe scoffs with a roll of his eyes. "Well I don't think this is the kind of situation you can give any orders. What the hell is happening mum, why can't you tell us!" "Probably because she is so ashamed to tell you that her oh so deaconess self is nothing but a fvcking murderer!" Patricia gasps. They had found her They all turn to the owner of the voice and her eyes widens. "You!" "Yeah me... Hello Patricia Ramona Phillips" * * |•BLISS•|

Patricia's POV I drove to the restaurant without really knowing how I had gotten there. My mind had been crowded with too many thoughts since I left Maverick's company, and every attempt to push them away only made them return with greater force. I knew I couldn't keep running from him forever, but that didn't mean I was ready to face him. Six years had given me enough time to build a life without Maverick in it, and I wasn't prepared to let one unexpected business arrangement destroy the peace I had fought so hard to create.

"Patricia, I did not know—" "Of course you did not know. Because I learned early to hide it. To smile and serve and pretend everything was fine." She stepped forward. "But I never forgot. I never forgave. And when I discovered the old texts about dark magic, about omegas who refused to be weak—I knew I had found my purpose." "Your purpose is creating monsters that kill innocent wolves?" Thomas asked, disgusted. "My purpose is teaching omegas they do not have to accept scraps of respect from those who once enslaved them." Patricia looked directly at me. "I learned from you, Lila. You showed me omega power could change the world. I am just taking it further than you had the courage to."