Jenna Ryan is the kind of girl everyone wants for a friend. Her spunky and carefree outlook on life often leads to trouble of the best kind. She's not afraid to speak her mind, and when it comes to her friends, she's fiercely loyal and protective. When she met Eric, she knew immediately he was her forever, but why was he holding back?
Eric James is the epitome of a Greek God. He parties hard while trying to meet the expectations of his overachiever parents. When he met Jenna, sparks flew, and he knew he'd met his match.
But Eric is hiding a small secret. When Jenna finds out, these two will embark on a wild and hilarious journey to torture each other into submission.
Who will win? And who will learn the true meaning of... Patience?
***Patience is a Jenna and Eric novella with approximately 30k words. It can be read as a stand alone but is much better after reading Choices or Fate.
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When I finally spot him sitting at a table in the corner, my heart stutters, pounding in my chest as he takes my breath away. With his chin-length blonde hair and stunning blue eyes, he is the epitome of perfection. His eyes scan the crowd as he lazily tips his beer back, his throat smoothly gliding up and down with each swallow. He sits there, watching the crowd while he talks to the guys, and has no freakin' idea how much I want him. It should be illegal to look like that.
When I move into his line of vision, his eyes narrow on me, piercing, as if he's mentally undressing me. I walk to him, slowly, swaying my hips seductively. He can't tear his eyes off me. I wanted to drive him wild, and I succeeded.
"I've been waiting for you." I can't really hear him over the music, but I read his lips. There must be something about wanting what you can't have because his lips are suddenly more appealing than they've ever been. I can't look away, even when they turn up in a knowing smile. He caught me, and he knows it. "Now I see what took you so long." His eyes slowly move down my body, lingering on my feet, before traveling back to my face.
When he wraps his hand around my waist, his thumb grazing the exposed area, I look into his eyes. They are smoldering, filled with promise, and I know this little plan of mine is backfiring.
I so suck at revenge.
Quincy pulls out a chair and sits, her movement bringing me crashing back to reality. "You like?" I ask, holding my hands out to my sides and turning in a circle.
"Like? Sunshine, if we weren't right here, right now, I'd say to hell with the bet and then I'd show you just how much I like." He lifts a hand, slowly wrapping a strand of my hair around his finger and releasing it. "I think I still might."
Sydney Lane lives in Nashville, TN with her husband and children. Growing up in Smalltown, USA, Sydney dreamed of being a writer. After spending an obscene amount of money to go to college, Sydney finally decided to follow her heart. With her babies in bed and husband neglected, she worked by the light of her laptop and wrote Choices. Sydney is very active in charity work for anti-bullying and depression awareness groups.