Angel... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.' -Patch (PG… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met. — 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
“What does ‘hmm’ have to do with anything? Could you ever use more than five words? All this grunting and minced words… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“One piece at a time,' the angel hissed, dangling something papery and drenched in dark liquid over Hank's whirling vision. Hank felt… — 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
“We don't have to go back to my place, Angel. I can take you home, if that's what you want. Or, if… — 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
You're mine, Angel," he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere.… — 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
“Patch leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at me. The gesture said it all: Pay up. "You got lucky,"… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to… — 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
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
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
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
“I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
Tacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is! — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
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
You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
Nora: I have questions. Patch: I should have known you've only been keeping me around for answers. Nora: Well, that and your kisses. Anyone… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
“I like having you around, Britt. That's the truth. I'm not leaving you. Even if you were a pain in the butt, I'd stay… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
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 hair that… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
