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
“Guess who has PE first hour? This is so unfair. I start the day off perspiring like an elephant in heat. Don't… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared. — 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
It’s brown.” So maybe I had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my shoulders and searching my face… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
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… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands… — 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
Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch smiled. “You come by your red hair naturally?” I stared at him. “I don’t have red hair.” “I hate to break… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
My most noticeable physical trait is, hands down, my hair. It's big, unruly and curly, and you can spot it from a… — 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
