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
Becca Fitzpatrick quotes about
sides might maggots
Maggots squirming in your eyeholes...and your other orifices, might be carrying things a bit too far." "This is why I keep you around, Rixon. Always seeing things from the bright side.
might rooms distraction
I'm not the distraction in the room.' 'Oh? And what might be?' -Nora & Patch (PG 242)
sexy kissing thinking
I shouldn't have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch.
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?
answers chin-up patches
Patch: "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that.
dark kissing hair
I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.
eye giving black
Patch’s eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing.
rain eye hair
Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.
bedroom good-things happened
She shrieked. "Nora! What happened to the banister!" Good thing she hadn't seen her bedroom yet.
hair hands mouths
He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened. "More?" he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.
rain angel night
I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or Angel Magic
irritation use doe
Hmm?' I looked away, flustered automatically using irritation to cover my discomfort up. 'What does 'hmm' have to do with anything? Could you ever use more that five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across-- primal.' His smile tipped higher. 'Primal.' 'You're impossible.' 'Me Jev, you Nora.' -Nora & Patch (PG 226)
hush-hush fallen-angels mets
But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.