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Becca Fitzpatrick

Becca Fitzpatrick (born February 3, 1979) is an American author, best known for having written the New York Times bestseller Hush, Hush.

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I tilted my chin up a fraction. "You can't f-force me to stay here. " I'd only agreed to come this far because I didn't want to stand out in the downpour, for one, and I had high hopes of finding a phone, for two. "That sounded more like a question than a statement," said Patch. "Then ans-s-swer it. " His rogue smile crept out. "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that. " I glanced down at Patch's black shirt, wet and clinging to my body. I brushed past him and shut the bathroom door between us.

Bathroom, Hopes, Like, Past, Phones, Two

I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.

Like, Patch Cipriano, Sales, Sales Tax, Tax, Taxes

class was like watered down porn today. Vee said

Class, Today, Said, Watered, Porn

Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. “Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me

Mean, Names, Voice, Hoping, Faltered

That’s an unfortunate place for a birthmark,” I said, more than a little unnerved that it was so similarly positioned to my own scar. Patch casually but noticeably slid his sleeve down over his wrist. “You’d prefer it someplace more private?” “I wouldn’t prefer it anywhere. ” I wasn’t sure how this sounded and tried again. “I wouldn’t care if you didn’t have it at all. ” I tried a third time. “I don’t care about your birthmark, period.

Care, Littles, Noticeably, Scar, Sounded, Time

You're a liar!" He turned around, his black eyes snapping. "I'm also a thief, a gambler, a cheat, and a murdered. But this happens to be one of the rare times when I'm telling the truth. Go home. Consider yourself lucky. You've got a chance to start fresh. Not everyone can say the same.

Cheat, Eye, Home, Liars, Telling, Turned

Heat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but there was no humor. He had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. It would not lift until he took the oath. He would say what he had to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for this humiliation.

Boys, Heart, Ideas, Inflicting, Nausea, Took

Are we going to have to teach you to fight, Angel?

Angel, Fight, Fighting, Teach

There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.

Angel, Dark, Hopped, Nearby, Rain, Rose

As in, I wouldn't know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.

Eye, Know, Knows, Normal

I can't imagine why you're so interested. " He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.

Fascinated, Imagine, Interested, Shook, Talking

What is it with girls?” Elliot said, splitting a smile between us. “I swear, I’ve never known a girl who could go to the bathroom alone. ” He leaned forward and grinned conspiratorially. “Let me in on the secret. Seriously. I’ll pay you five bucks each. ” He reached for his back pocket. “Ten, if I can come along and see what the big deal is.

Girl, Pay, Pocket, Pockets, Secret, Ten

Don’t start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep. ” “She needed a ride. ” I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. “What kind of ride?” “Not that kind of ride,” he said slowly.

Climb, Hands, Jeeps, Said, Saw, Saws

Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.

Humiliation, Ignorance, Life, Lowest, Suffering

If I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen?" When he had my attention, he continued, "I'm going to take you home. Try to forget tonight happened. Try to act normal, especially around Hank. Don't mention my name. " By way of an answer, I shot him a black look and swung out of the Tahoe. He followed suit, coming around to my side. "What kind of answer is that?" He asked, but his voice wasn't nearly so gruff.

Continued, Followed, Home, Names, Tonight, Voice

All I can think about is bed. ” “We’re sharing the same thought. ” “You’re thinking about bed too?” “I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed.

Bed, I Can, Sharing, Thinking, Thinking About You, Thought

I’d like to. Problem is, I’m not stupid. ” “You act stupid. ” “Right. Thanks for that. For your information, there’s a difference between acting stupid and being stupid. ” “It’s a fine line, but someone has to draw it.

Acting, Differences, Fine, Problem, Right, Stupid

If I lose you, I lose everything

Everything, Ifs, Lose, Loses

That was a good fight back in the gym,” he said. “But I think you could benefit from a few more boxing lessons.

Benefit, Boxing, Fighting, Lessons, Said, Thinking

You’re a guardian angel now. ”. . . . I’m your guardian angel,” he said. “I get my very own guardian angel? What, exactly, is your job description?” “Guard your body. ” His smile tipped higher. “I take my job seriously, which means I’m going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.

Angel, Body, Job, Jobs, Matter, Mean

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