I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax." I whirled around to find the real Patch standing in… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch was dressed in the usual: black shirt, black jeans and a thin silver necklace that flashed against his dark complexion. His… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch's eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I tilted my chin up a fraction. "You can't f-force me to stay here." I'd only agreed to come this far because… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You're a liar!" He turned around, his black eyes snapping. "I'm also a thief, a gambler, a cheat, and a murdered. But… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Wow. Nice bike,” I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Strangely enough, it wasn’t Gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Try it on." "It's probably a little snug. Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled. "It… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch’s eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
there's only one thing i know for certain anymore." he turned, his eyes a clear black. "that i would do anything for… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
If I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen?" When he had my attention, he continued, "I'm… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Deep, dark unearthly black. I hadn't told anyone yet, but the color kept streaking across my mind at the oddest moments. When… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I had to lull Mom and Hank into believing I was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
His black eyes sliced into me, and the corners of his mouth tilted up. My heart fumbled a bit and in that… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I'd… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Tacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is! — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
That woman." Vee hissed, "I'm making the sign of the cross right now. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
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 Image
You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
