Quote

Being nice? He’s being horny.

Becca Fitzpatrick

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
Author
Novelist
Writer
Centerville
Utah
Nice
Horny

More quotes by Becca Fitzpatrick

Image
Boys everywhere take note: That was a kiss.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
Maybe Scotty the Potty turned into Scotty the Hottie. Have you thought about that?
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
I had fun last night, I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. I'm officially on love with your sheets. That the only thing you're in love with? Nope. Your mattress, too. Some smile crept into Patch's eyes. My bed's an open invitation.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
I’m going to grab a cheeseburger,” I told Patch. “Want anything?” “Nothing on the menu.” I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
You're crazy. You're impossible.' 'I'm crazy?' He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. 'And I must be crazy for putting up with it.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
He's got the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don't want redemption. They like being bad. They like the power they get from striking fear and panic into the hearts of mothers everywhere
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
A war was coming either way. Now all I had to do was choose my opponent
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
She already has a car.” “A Ford. That’s like Toyota’s worst enemy.
Becca Fitzpatrick
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 to make a rational decision.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
I’m doing boy detox. Like a diet, only for my emotional health.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
There's nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
Nora: What are you planning? Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
Inwardly, I gouged my eyes out.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing I said or did could realign the stars.
Becca Fitzpatrick
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
Image
You're mine, Angel. And I'm yours. Nothing can change that.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.
Becca Fitzpatrick