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
I had fun last night," I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. "I'm officially on love… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Your file was empty. Nothing. Not even an immunization record.” He didn’t even pretend to look surprised. He eased back in his… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Ready?" Despite the grim mood, I smiled and cracked my knuckles. "Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You didn’t tell me she was so soft on the eyes,” he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Do you ever think of moving back?" "To Coldwater? Heck, no. England suits me fine. These Brits love my accent. The first… — 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
You sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that's not it. You sound agitated...flustered...aroused." I could feel her eyes widen. "He kissed… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot." "Angel," he said in… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch… — 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
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
I'm touched, Rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn't you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I got a new job.” Patch locked eyes with me, and I warmed in a lot of places. In fact, I was… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I don't have the body for this," I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously… — 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
Biggest dream?” I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought. “Kiss you.” “That’s not… — 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
We don't have an address," I said, "but we do know where he works." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Vee asked,… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“No, hear me out. The long answer to that question is that everything about me has changed since meeting you. What I… — 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
As in, I wouldn't know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye. — 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
