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
hands knives secret
First,” he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, “choose your tomato.” He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. “Good. Now pick up the knife.” “Does the chef always stand this close?” I asked, not sure if I liked or feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me. “When he’s revealing culinary secrets, yes.
girl secret bucks
What is it with girls?” Elliot said, splitting a smile between us. “I swear, I’ve never known a girl who could go to the bathroom alone.” He leaned forward and grinned conspiratorially. “Let me in on the secret. Seriously. I’ll pay you five bucks each.” He reached for his back pocket. “Ten, if I can come along and see what the big deal is.
kissing laughing secret
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.
eye hands secret
Patch's eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. "Swear you'll never stop loving me," I whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.
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.
life care way
If I had known things would turn out this way, I would have trained harder. I would have learned to take care of myself. But I guess that's the point, isn't it? You never know what you're going to have to face, so you'd better be prepared.
violence equal
Violence doesn't equal strength.
jobs mean needs
I take my job seriously, which means I'm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
sexy mind trouble
His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
running figures keep-running
If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on.
choices patches ifs
But if the choice I have to make comes down to you or me, I choose you. I always have. All my love, Patch
army inheritance unfair
Hank had left me his doomed army, and he’d left Marcie his inheritance. Unfair didn’t begin to cover it.
dad hands black
This ring belongs to the black hand. He killed your dad.
forever together way
This was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.