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
clothes muscles leading-me
His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.
looks breaths
I couldn't look at you and breath at the same time.
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.
mom believe taken
I had to lull Mom and Hank into believing I was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public. If I exited my bedroom foaming at the mouth and dressed in black LOVE SUCKS tee, my plan would never get off the ground.
patches
Patch: “Let’s get out of here.” – Nora: “Where are we going?” – Patch: “You’ll see.
space said patches
You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.
letters want firsts
And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.
heart kissing kiss-me
If you can't feel then why did you kiss me? Because I can feel it here, in my heart.
fire long mind
There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.
ideas way locked-up
Are you keeping anything else from me?” “I’m keeping a lot of things from you.” “Like?” “Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.
smell patches said
You should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.
class bells tables
Vee lowered her lashes and smiled wickedly. "This class isn't going to teach me anything I don't already know." "Vee? As in virgin?" "Not so loud." She winked just as the bell rang, sending us both to our seats, which were side by side at our shared table.
powerful father real
You belong to the biblical race of Nephilim. Your real father was an angel who fell from heaven. You're half mortal." The boy's dark eyes lifted, meeting Chauncey's. "Half fallen angel." Chauncey's tutor's voice drifted up from the recesses of his mind, reading passages from the Bible, telling of a deviant race created when angels cast from heaven mated with mortal women. A fearsome and powerful race. A chill that wasn't entirely revulsion crept through Chauncey. "Who are you?
reason instinct seats
You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.