Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Team Patch ~ YA Crush Tourney


Patch is up to bat in the YA Crush Tourney

I'm voting for him!

Don't know Patch?

This is his story...

hush, hush (hush, hush, #1) by Becca  Fitzpatrict

 A SACRED OATH
A FALLEN ANGEL
A FORBIDDEN LOVE


Romance was not part of Nora Grey's plan. She's never been particularly attracted to the boys at her school, no matter how hard her best friend, Vee, pushes them at her. Not until Patch comes along. With his easy smile and eyes that seem to see inside her, Patch draws Nora to him against her better judgment.

But after a series of terrifying encounters, Nora's not sure whom to trust. Patch seems to be everywhere she is and seems to know more about her than her closest friends. She can't decide whether she should fall into his arms or run and hide. And when she tries to seek some answers, she finds herself near a truth that is way more unsettling than anything Patch makes her feel.

For she is right in the middle of an ancient battle between the immortal and those that have fallen - and, when it comes to choosing sides, the wrong choice will cost Nora her life.


Crescendo (hush, hush #2) by Becca Fitzpatrick

Nora Grey's life is still far from perfect. Surviving an attempt on her life wasn't pleasant, but at least she got a guardian angel out of it. A mysterious, magnetic, gorgeous guardian angel. But despite his role in her life, Patch has been acting anything but angelic. He's more elusive than ever (if that's possible) and what's worse, he seems to be spending time with Nora's archenemy, Marcie Millar.

Nora would have hardly noticed Scott Parnell, an old family friend who has moved back to town, if Patch hadn't been acting so distant. Even with Scott's totally infuriating attitude, Nora finds herself drawn to him - despite her lingering feelings that he is hiding something.

If that weren't enough, Nora is haunted by images of her murdered father, and comes to question whether her Nephilim bloodline has anything to do with his death. Desperate to figure out what happened, she puts herself in increasingly dangerous situations to get the answer. But maybe some things are better left buried, because the truth could destroy everything - and everyone - she trusts.


Silence (hush, hush #3) by Becca Fitzpatrick

WHEN SILENCE IS ALL THAT'S LEFT, CAN THE TRUTH FINALLY BE HEARD?

Nora Grey can't remember the past five months of her life. After the initial shock of waking up in a cemetery and being told that she has been missing for weeks - with no one knowing where she was or who she was with - she tried to get her life back on track. Go to school, hang out with her best friend, Vee, and dodge mom's creepy new boyfriend.

But there is this voice in the back of her head, an idea that she can almost reach out and touch. Visions of angel wings and unearthly creatures that have nothing to do with the life she knows.

And this unshakable feeling that a part of her is missing.

Then Nora crosses paths with a sexy stranger, whom she feels a mesmerizing connection to. He seems to hold all the answers...and her heart. Every minute she spends with him grows more and more intense until she realizes she could be falling in love. Again.



Will love conquer all?

Nora and Patch thought their troubles were behind them. Hank is gone and they should be able to put his ugly vendetta to rest. But in Hank's absence, Nora has become the unwitting head of the Nephilim and must finish what Hank began. Which ultimately means destroying the fallen angels - destroying Patch.

Nora will never let that happen, so she and Patch make a plan: lead everyone to believe they have broken up, and work the system from the inside. Nora will convince the Nephilim that they are making a mistake in fighting the fallen angels, and Patch will find out everything he can from the opposing side. They will end this war before it can even begin.

But the best-laid plans often go awry. Nora is put through the paces in her new role and finds herself drawn to an addictive power she never anticipated.

As the battle lines are drawn, Nora and Patch must confront the differences that have always been between them and either choose to ignore them or let them destroy the love they have always fought for.



Why do I love Patch?

Hehe...

He was my first...

bad boy love!


When I think of Patch, I think of this scene in book one.


 I sat perfectly still.  The ball was in his court--I'd smiled, and look how well that turned out.  I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like.  Not cigarettes.  Something richer, fouler.

Cigars.

I found the clock on the wall and tapped my pencil in time to the second hand.  I planted my elbow on the table and propped my chin on my fist.  I blew out a sigh.

Great.  At this rate I would fail.

I had my eyes pinned forward, but I heard the soft glide of his pen.  He was writing, and I wanted to know what.  Ten minutes of sitting together didn't qualify him to make any assumptions about me.  Flitting a look sideways, I saw that his paper was several lines deep and growing.

"What are you writing?" I asked.

"And she speaks English," he said while scrawling it down, each stroke of his hand both smooth and lazy at once.

I leaned as close to him as I dared, trying to read what else he's written but he folder the paper in half, concealing the list.

"What did you write?" I demanded.

He reached for my unused paper, sliding it across the table toward him.  He crumpled it into a ball.  Before I could protest, he tossed it at the trash can beside Coach's desk.  The shot dropped in.

I stared at the trash can a moment, locked between disbelief and anger.  Then I flipped open my notebook to a clean page.  "What is your name?"  I asked, pencil poised to write.

I glanced up in time to catch another dark grin.  This one seemed to dare me to pry anything out of him.

"Your name?" I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered.

"Call me Patch.  I mean it.  Call me."

He winked when he said it, and I was pretty sure he was making fun of me.

"What do you do in your leisure time?" I asked.

"I don't have free time."

"I'm assuming this assignment is graded, so do me a favor?"

He leaned bak in his seat, folding his arms behind his head.

"What kind of favor?"

I was pretty sure it was an innuendo, and I grappled for a way to change the subject.

"Free time," he repeated thoughtfully.  "I take pictures."

I printed Photography on my paper.

"I wasn't finished," he said.  "I've got quite the collection going of an eZine columnist who believes there's truth in eating organic, who writes poetry in secret, and who shudders at the thought of having to choose between Stanford, Yale, and what's that big one with the H?"

I stared at him a moment, shaken by how dead on he was.  I didn't get the feeling it was a lucky guess.  He knew.  And I wanted to know how--right now.

"But you won't end up going to any of them."

"I won't?" I asked without thinking.

He hooked his fingers under the seat of my chair, dragging me closer to him.  Not sure if I should scoot away and show fear, or do nothing and feign boredom, I chose the latter.

He said, "Even though you'd thrive at all three schools, hyo scorn them for being a cliche of achievement.  Passing judgment is your third biggest weakness."

"And my second?" I said with quite rage.  Who was this guy?  Was this some kind of disturbing joke?

"You don't know how to trust.  I take that back.  YOu trust--just all the wrong people."

"And my first?"  I demanded.

"You keep life on a short leash."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're scared of what you can't control."

The hair at the nape of my neck stood on end, and the temperature in the room seemed to chill.  Ordinarily I would have gone straight to Coach's desk and requested a new seating chart.  But I refused to let Patch think he could intimidate or scare me.

Hehe. He's the paranormal bad boy for sure.

Love him.

1 comment:

  1. I voted for Patch too Val! I loved this series!!!! (Well the first 3 books. I haven't read the last book yet.)

    Lindy@ A Bookish Escape

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