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
eye secret kind
His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
laughing guy broads
You laugh, but you haven't seen me in a tux. Or maybe you don't like broad-shouldered guys with muscular chest and washboard abs?
blessing want twirling
I take that back. If Hank wants to shoot Scott, he has my blessing.
real thinking haunting
It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I could handle the real thing.
soul ifs lays
I would lay down everything I possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn't love, it's the best I have.
mom past emotional
Bout time," she huffed, but her voice sounded thick and emotional too."I was at the hospital all day yesterday, but they wouldn't let me see you. I bolted past security but they called code ninetynine and chased me down, they escorted me out in handcuffs. The way I see it, the only criminal here is your mom. No visitors? I'm your best friend, or did she not get the memo every year for the past eleven? Next time I'm over, I'm going to lay into that woman." ~Vee
fun eye night
I had fun last night," I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. "I'm officially on love with your sheets." "That the only thing you're in love with?" "Nope. Your mattress, too." Some smile crept into Patch's eyes. "My bed's an open invitation.
writing guy stuff
If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing's sexier than a guy who writes music.
love-you needs reason
If you need one more reason, I love you.
angel thinking needs
I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know.
distance tired school
Tell me what's going on here. Why can I hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?" "I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
toilets hush-hush minutes
She cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying
flirting want menus
I’m going to grab a cheeseburger,” I told Patch. “Want anything?” “Nothing on the menu.” I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?
lying eye focus
Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I'd fallen in love with the devil.