Becca Fitzpatrick (born February 3, 1979) is an American author, best known for having written the New York Times bestseller Hush, Hush.
You keep life on a short leash. ” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re scared of what you can’t control.
Don't make me regret this", I said breathless. "You haven't regretted me once.
Something doesn't look right," Vee said. "Is the tire supposed to look like that?" I banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. "So we've got a flat," Vee said. "What now?
Citizen's arrest," he said. "Well, that, and Patch told me to.
I study her,” Patch said. “I figure out what she’s thinking and feeling. She’s not going to come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold my eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?” Laughter rose in the room. I dropped my hands to my lap. “She’s game,” said Patch, bumping my leg again. Of all things, I blushed.
The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.
class was like watered down porn today. Vee said
What do I have to do to convince you that I'm only using Dabria for one reason, one only reason: Destroy Hank, bit by bit if is necessary,and make him pay for all the things he has done to harm the girl i love?
I wasn´t expecting to come home to you, but now that you´re here, I have no intention of letting you leave. " Patch :D (p. 295)
You never know what you're going to have to face, so you'd better be prepared.
I don't have 'five' you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.
Patch: "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that.
Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I'd fallen in love with the devil.
Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me. " His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I’ve got it bad for you.
Vee is my un-twin. She's green-eyed, milky blond, and a few pounds over curvy. I'm a smoky-eyed brunette with volumes of curly hair that holds its own against even the best flatiron. And I'm all legs, like a bar stool. But there is an invisible thread the ties us together; both of us swear that tie began long before birth. Both of us swear it will continue to hold for the rest of our lives.
You're crazy. You're impossible. ' 'I'm crazy?' He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. 'And I must be crazy for putting up with it.
I wondered why life had to suck so hard sometimes.
What is it with you and girls’ bathrooms?
We don't have an address," I said, "but we do know where he works. " "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. "Based on past experience, I hope not.
The trouble was, my feelings for Patch weren't harmless.