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
sexy mind trouble
His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
sexy running believe
Normal and I parted ways when Pateir1ch strolled into my life. Patch has seven inches on me, operates on cold, hard logic, moves like smoke, and lives alone in a supersecret, superswanky studio beneath Delphic Amusement Park. The sound of his voice, low and sexy, can melt my heart in three seconds flat. He’s also a fallen angel, kicked out of heaven for his flexibility when it comes to following rules. I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.
sexy book trying
Vee said," I'm trying to read the title he's holding…hang on…How to Be a Stalker." "He is not checking out a book with that title." But I wasn't so sure. "It's either that of How to Radiate Sexy Without Trying.
sexy kissing thinking
I shouldn't have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch.
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.
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.
names giving peppers
Stop crying. You're giving archangels everywhere a bad name." Patch to Pepper
angel hush-hush call-me
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" "If I did?