When I watched Lifetime original movies, it took me a day or two to get over the idea that the cute boy… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. "Boys take not everywhere: That was a kiss. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.” “Dorian who?” I sighed. “Just think up… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
He's got the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don't want redemption. They like being bad.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. "And your father?" he demanded, extending the sword. He didn't yet know all his vassals, but… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You’re not going to drive me home?” I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer. “There’s fog.” “Patchy fog.”… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Mr. Green Sweater looks normal, but his wingman looks hard-core bad boy,” said Vee. “Emits a certain don’t-mess-with-me signal. Tell me he… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You belong to the biblical race of Nephilim. Your real father was an angel who fell from heaven. You're half mortal." The… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Heat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Anthony raised his red plastic cup to me and shouted something, but it was too hard to hear over the music. “What?”… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I gave a relenting sigh. "Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's." Pj's that consisted of nothing… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use my brain… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?” I asked. “If I did?” “I don’t like it.” He grinned. “It stays. Angel.” He leaned… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
“I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
Tacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is! — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
Nora: I have questions. Patch: I should have known you've only been keeping me around for answers. Nora: Well, that and your kisses. Anyone… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
“I like having you around, Britt. That's the truth. I'm not leaving you. Even if you were a pain in the butt, I'd stay… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
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… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
