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
love-of-my-life long arms
Right now, I had everything I could ask for. It wasn't a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.
war way opponents
A war was coming either way. Now all I had to do was choose my opponent
witty self rose
He grinned. “Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless — and shockingly handsome — alter ego.” “And I’m on top of it,” she announced with witty triumph. “Is that a Freudian slip?” His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
boys thinking calling
Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.” “Dorian who?” I sighed. “Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.” “Sure thing, Gumdrop.” I grimaced. “I take that back. Let’s stick with Grey.
believe angel loss
I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I couldn't escape you and I didn't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.
life ignorance suffering
Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
stupid reason needed
Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time I didn't either.
home thinking ifs
If I were thinking straight, I'd take you home right now,
tonight safe stay-with-me
Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.
incredibles should-have-known
Anyone ever tell you you're an incredible kisser?
odds together shots
Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.
ifs
I'm yours, if you'll have me.
morning edges felt
I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
eye dark who-i-am
When I'm wasted, I can almost forget who I am," he said, his smile fading slightly. "I know I'm still there, but only barely. It's a good place to be." He tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead