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.
Eric (At lunch with Declan)
“I’ve never met a girl like her. I mean, yeah, she’s hot, and that’s probably all it is, but I can’t wait to find out.”
“You know, if you really want to know what it’s about, don’t have sex with her. The wait might be worth it. It’s all about the chase anyway, right?” His eyes glinted with mischief. Did I mention that Declan is the fraternity chaplain? He’s the best guy a girl could find but no way was I taking his advice. Not an option.
“Man, I don’t know what works for you, but I don’t see any reason to wait if we both want it,” I smirk. “Besides, I don’t need to wait to know she’s different.” And that was the honest truth.
I already knew.
Declan leaned back in his chair, linking his fingers over his chest. “You know what I think? You don’t know how to romance a girl without having sex with her.” His gaze challenged me, even as his eyes crinkled in amusement.
I’ve never been one to turn down a challenge. I’m competitive, and it goes against my grain. So, I opened my big mouth. “Wanna bet?” Two words. One colossal fuck-up.
His smile was so big it almost blinded me. That’s when I knew he had me. Bastard. He had planned it all along. “Absolutely. I bet you can’t go ninety days without sex.”
“Thirty,” I countered.
“Ok. Sixty. So what do you want to wager?” I had walked right into his trap, and I somehow knew I would regret it the minute the words left my mouth.
“If you win, I’ll owe you five hundred bucks. If I win…” He raised his eyebrows as if he was pondering the fate of the world. “I get your guitar.” Oh, hell no.
“Dec, man, you know I can’t do that. I can’t put my guitar on the line. What else?” There’s no way I’d give up my custom Fender Strat. Not for a bet, not for a girl.
“No. It has to be the guitar.” He shook his head slightly, determination in his eyes and the set of his shoulders. “It has to be something you value, something it would hurt to lose, like a hit to the nuts. That’s the only way I’ll be able to trust you.” Looking back on it, that is when I should have backed down. It was the stupidest bet I’d ever made, much worse than betting I could get in some girls pants. Of which, I have outgrown by the way.
“Deal,” I agreed, against my own instincts, my better judgment having flown out the window.
“Deal?” His eyes widened with surprise since he’d been expecting a battle. In my mind, this was going to be the easiest sixty days of my life. Jenna was just a girl I met in my Lit class, and like others, she would come and go. I really thought it wasn’t going to be a big deal.
I was wrong.
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.