I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time… — 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
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
“Patch’s eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. “I’m going to have a hard time sending you off… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“If you haven't guessed it already," I said, something fervent and resonating slipping into my tone, "I need you, too." "Is that… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
He tried to pull me against him, and I bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“But strength doesn’t always mean brute force. You don’t have to kick ass to be a fighter. Violence doesn’t equal strength.” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Duc?' The boy leaned against a twisted willow tree. 'Or bastard?” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Humans are venerable because they are capable of getting hurt.” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“-Do you want to posses my body? -"I want to do many things to your body but that's not one of them” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you’ll ever know.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I have a free couple of hours," I told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. "There's… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Patch's eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. "I'm going to have a hard time sending you off… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“You're staying here, Angel." "You're taking this one alone?" "First, Hank can't see us together. Second, I don't like the idea of… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Nice try,' he murmured, his lips brushing mine as he spoke. I nibbled his lower lip. 'If you could see into my… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Patch tipped my chin up. "If I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I… — 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
