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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKCitizen’s arrest,” he said. “well, that, and patch told me to.
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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.
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The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
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The subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
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Tacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
BECCA FITZPATRICKTacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
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His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHis muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.
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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 FITZPATRICKHe’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
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How warm i feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHow warm i feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
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Being nice? Hes being horny.
BECCA FITZPATRICKBeing nice? Hes being horny.
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He nuzzles my neck affectionately. “i love you. I’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHe nuzzles my neck affectionately. “i love you. I’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
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Human reproduction can be a sticky subject ewww! Groaned a chorus of students
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But if the choice i have to make comes down to you or me, i choose you. I always have. All my love, patch
BECCA FITZPATRICKBut if the choice i have to make comes down to you or me, i choose you. I always have. All my love, patch
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Hey now, none of that. You know i don’t have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?
BECCA FITZPATRICKHey now, none of that. You know i don’t have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?
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How did you get in?” “i move in mysterious ways.” “god moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHow did you get in?” “i move in mysterious ways.” “god moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.
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Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It’s a look that does everything but audibly hiss.
BECCA FITZPATRICKVee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It’s a look that does everything but audibly hiss.
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Im not going to kill you, nora. I dont kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIm not going to kill you, nora. I dont kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.
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Don’t make me regret this” i said, breathless. ” you haven’t regretted me once”. He kissed me, and i answered so hungrily i thought my lips would bruise. Patch&nora ( p. 180)
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