I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse. — 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
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… — 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
Patch’s eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing. — 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
The guy I've got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-Patch hot.' She paused. 'Well maybe not that hot.… — 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
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
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
His eyes made a slow scan of my closet doors, which were cracked. “I thought I heard something.” “Yeah, well, guess what?… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I felt his eyes devour me as I moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
When I'm wasted, I can almost forget who I am," he said, his smile fading slightly. "I know I'm still there, but… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I study her,” Patch said. “I figure out what she’s thinking and feeling. She’s not going to come right out and tell… — 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
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
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
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
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
Since we're keeping it primal, you smell good," he observed. "It's called a shower...," I began automatically, then trailed off. My memory… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
One more thing. I sold the mustang. Too conspicuous. Don't get too excited, but I bought you a little something with the… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
If anyone were to find out—” I began. Patch kissed me, hard, but with an amused glint in his eye. “If I… — 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
I might have been tempted to hit him square in the jaw had he not taken me by the shoulders and pinned… — 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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’ve never been to school, ever? If that’s true— and you’re right, I don’t think it is—what made you decide to come… — 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
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
You want me to come clean, I will. I'll tell you everything. Who I am and what I've done. Every last detail.… — 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
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 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
