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 looks too-late
Your file was empty. Nothing. Not even an immunization record.” He didn’t even pretend to look surprised. He eased back in his seat, eyes gleaming obsidian. “And you’re telling me this because you’re afraid I might cause an outbreak? Measles or mumps?” “I’m telling you this because I want you to know that I know something about you isn’t right. You haven’t fooled everybody. I’m going to find out what you’re up to. I’m going to expose you.” “Looking forward to it.” I flushed, catching the innuendo too late.
relax hips ears
Let me show you,” he said in my ear. “Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hips—it’s all in the hips.
boys sweaters green
Mr. Green Sweater looks normal, but his wingman looks hard-core bad boy,” said Vee. “Emits a certain don’t-mess-with-me signal. Tell me he doesn’t look like Dracula’s spawn. Tell me I’m imagining things.
baseball military men
Pac-Man? Or is it Donkey Kong?” In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his face. “Baseball. Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?
patches hard
Patch grinned down at me. “I’m hard to resist.
mean names voice
Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. “Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me
hair sides needs
Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.
past guessing lap
Your past wouldn’t frighten me,” I said, buckling my seat belt across my lap. “I’m guessing I’d be more appalled than anything.
waiting looks vanishing
The older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. “Honey,” she told me, “he looks slippery as soap.
crazy stealing borrowing
I’m not stealing it. We’re stranded. This is called borrowing.” “This is called you’re crazy.
girl bathroom sydney-sage
What is it with you and girls’ bathrooms?
people important lists
I’m not going to kill you, Nora. I don’t kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.
doors should-have needs
You’re crowding me. I need— room.”... What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldn’t be trusted in Patch’s presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet … I wasn’t.
doors unfinished-business said
Door’s locked,” he said. “And we have unfinished business.