Becca Fitzpatrick
Becca Fitzpatrick
Becca Fitzpatrickis an American author, best known for having written the New York Times bestseller, Hush, Hush...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth3 February 1979
CountryUnited States of America
arrogance
Arrogance can be deadly.
eye normal knows
As in, I wouldn't know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
girl angel thinking
I think I'm more of a guardian angel girl.
creative psychopath
You're a psychopath." "I prefer creative.
talking imagine fascinated
I can't imagine why you're so interested." He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.
love-you moments i-fell-in-love-with-you
They said the moment I fell in love with you was the moment you'd leave.
giving-up kissing laughing
Right then, I wanted to go back in time and relive every moment with him. One more secret smile, one more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for. He’d come into my life too late, and now was leaving too soon. I remembered him telling he’d give up everything for me. He already had.
cute expression trying
I'll be firm," I promised Patch, adopting a no-nonsense expression. "No backing down." By now Patch was full-on grinning. He kissed me again, and I felt my mouth soften its resolve. "You look cute when you're trying to be tough," he said.
love-you simple way
Patch? Whatever happens, I love you." I wanted to say more, those three words painfully inadequate for the way I felt about him. And at the same time, so simple and accurate, nothing else would do.
angel ears teeth
You dress to impress," I said approvingly. "No, Angel." He leaned in, his teeth softly grazing my ear. "I undress to impress.
father hands bags
Father' is such an arbitary word. Douche bag, on the other hand...
crazy patches
Nora: This is crazy. Patch: I'm crazy. About you.
hair shapes sticks
Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.
morning home annoyed
Vee: And I'm not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on. Nora: I don't have a sour face. Vee: Yes, you do. And you're wearing it right now. Nora: This is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning!