This deluxe paper over board edition features foil on the cover, new cover art, stenciled edges, a ribbon bookmark, and exclusive content! Nora finds forbidden love with her fallen angel in the first book in the New York Times bestselling Hush, Hush saga. For Nora Grey, romance was not part of the plan. She’s never been particularly attracted to the boys at her school, no matter how much her best friend, Vee, pushes them at her. Not until Patch came along. With his easy smile and eyes that seem to see inside her, Nora is drawn to him against her better judgment. But after a series of terrifying encounters, Nora’s not sure who to trust. Patch seems to be everywhere she is…and 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 Nora 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 her life. "A thrilling debut." --Kirkus Reviews "A gripping chiller... Fitzpatrick regularly tweaks the tension, resulting in a fast-paced, exhilarating read. Nora’s tempestuous relationship with prototypical bad boy Patch is genuinely, even unsettling seductive- fans of paranormal romance should be rapt." - Publishers Weekly "Horror and romance fans who are weary of the werewolf (and vampire) next door will welcome this new take on the heart of darkness." --Booklist " Hush, Hush has great atmosphere, and had me wondering where in the world -- or out of the world -- this story could go. If the guys had been this dangerous and delicious when I was in high school, I would never have wanted to graduate! I see more fallen angel stories coming from this talented writer." -- Sandra Brown, bestselling author of White Hot and Smoke Screen Becca Fitzpatrick is the author of Black Ice , Dangerous Lies , and the Hush, Hush saga, including Hush, Hush ; Crescendo ; Silence ; and Finale —all four of which debuted as New York Times bestsellers. She graduated college with a degree in health, which she promptly abandoned for storytelling. When not writing, she’s most likely running, prowling sales racks for shoes, or watching crime dramas on TV. She lives in Colorado with her family. Find out more at BeccaFitzpatrick.com. Hush, Hush CHAPTER 1 COLDWATER, MAINE PRESENT DAY I WALKED INTO BIOLOGY AND MY JAW FELL OPEN. Mysteriously adhered to the chalkboard was a Barbie doll, with Ken at her side. They’d been forced to link arms and were naked except for artificial leaves placed in a few choice locations. Scribbled above their heads in thick pink chalk was the invitation: WELCOME TO HUMAN REPRODUCTION (SEX) At my side Vee Sky said, “This is exactly why the school outlaws camera phones. Pictures of this in the eZine would be all the evidence I’d need to get the board of education to ax biology. And then we’d have this hour to do something productive—like receive one-on-one tutoring from cute upperclass guys.” “Why, Vee,” I said, “I could’ve sworn you’ve been looking forward to this unit all semester.” Vee lowered her lashes and smiled wickedly. “This class isn’t going to teach me anything I don’t already know.” “Vee? As in virgin?” “Not so loud.” She winked just as the bell rang, sending us both to our seats, which were side by side at our shared table. Coach McConaughy grabbed the whistle swinging from a chain around his neck and blew it. “Seats, team!” Coach considered teaching tenth-grade biology a side assignment to his job as varsity basketball coach, and we all knew it. “It may not have occurred to you kids that sex is more than a fifteen-minute trip to the backseat of a car. It’s science. And what is science?” “Boring,” some kid in the back of the room called out. “The only class I’m failing,” said another. Coach’s eyes tracked down the front row, stopping at me. “Nora?” “The study of something,” I said. He walked over and jabbed his index finger on the table in front of me. “What else?” “Knowledge gained through experimentation and observation.” Lovely. I sounded like I was auditioning for the audiobook of our text. “In your own words.” I touched the tip of my tongue to my upper lip and tried for a synonym. “Science is an investigation.” It sounded like a question. “Science is an investigation,” Coach said, sanding his hands together. “Science requires us to transform into spies.” Put that way, science almost sounded fun. But I’d been in Coach’s class long enough not to get my hopes up. “Good sleuthing takes practice,” he continued. “So does sex,” came another back-of-the-room comment. We all bit back laughter while Coach pointed a warning finger at the offender. “That won’t be part of tonight’s homework.” Coach turned his attention back to me. “Nora, you’ve bee