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
sexy mind trouble
His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
eye
Inwardly, I gouged my eyes out.
running figures keep-running
If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on.
running long mind
After a long day, my favorite way to unwind is by going running. Not exactly the most relaxing activity, granted, but I always imagine I'm sweating out all the things weighing on my mind.
summer jobs nebraska
My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in Nebraska.
lasts peppers hello
Hello,Pepper. It´s been a while," I said. "The last time we met up, you tried to kidnap me, isn´t that right?" Nora (p.303)
said late
There´s my date, I said. "Fashionably late." Nora (p. 232)
gorgeous ready patch-cipriano
Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I´d say I´m ready for that." Nora :D (p.375)
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
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.
girl soap
A girl could lather up in soap like that.
legs killers skirts
I need to get back to work,” Patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. “Killer skirt. Deadly legs.
father hands bags
Father' is such an arbitary word. Douche bag, on the other hand...
heart hands want
This isn't over," I said. "After everything we've been through, you don't get the right to brush me off. I'm not letting you off that easily." I wasn't sure if it was a threat, my last stab at defiance, or irrational words spoken straight from my splintered heart. "I want to protect you," Patch said quietly. He stood so close. All strength and heat and silent power. I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape. "But you didn't.