“But Blake infused hope in his music. Love was the only song he knew how to play.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia stole quietly away from the scene of the beauty. She left Blake, but she never stopped hearing his music that night.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“The music was so loud, all Livia could do was mouth, “Are you okay?” Blake nodded. “You’re beautiful,” he mouthed in response.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Mrs. D hugged Cole’s middle, hard, and the music cut out just in time for her compliment to carry across the room.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“The glistening beauty of the rising moon illuminated Mouse’s bare chest and revealed a familiar tattoo with a music note, a cross,… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Then one night Blake had saved them all. Blake made the old organ into a tool. You could see right into his… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“This is supposed to be a touch-feely conversation where we tell you, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll always have a family here with us.’… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“The first strains of organ music filled the church. Blake. His playing brought Livia a wide, warm smile. The music was supposed… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“The music sounded crazy. Crazy—as if Blake had never known how to create a coherent song on a musical instrument. Maybe this… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake had picked the song for their first dance, and Livia laughed when she realized they’d selected music by the same artist,… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“So you’re the music note, Beckett’s obviously the knife, who’s the cross?” She stroked Blake’s tattoo. “You’re about to find out. We’re… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“When she’d finished, Blake took the paper from her hands. He folded it and put it in his pocket, where it nestled… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“There were a lot of illegal, deadly things stored in Beckett’s car, but the only thing he kept hidden was the CD… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake had his own idea. He didn’t lead her to the dancefloor. Blake took her deeper into the corner behind their table.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Can I give you my gift now?” Blake reached in his pocket. “You gave me this already.” Livia wiggled her ring finger.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“You’re beautiful.” Blake said hello as he’d said goodbye. “You said that already,” Livia mouthed over the banging music. Blake just shrugged.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“You can play. You can play. You can play! Livia leaned against the wall, her aches and pains and shivering chill melting… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“When they stumbled together into a clearing, even in their panic the blue moonlight made it ethereal, like a fairy ring. But in the… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
“Beckett wrapped a huge arm around Kyle's waist and slammed her body into his. "Sometimes when girls advertise, they get what they're asking for."… — debra anastasia Copy Share
“Livia covered the phone until Kyle looked at her. “You’re simply the best lady I know. I promise not to be oblivious anymore.” Kyle… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
“Remember two eighty-six. Livia now counted on the same sort of feverish, rain-soaked determination that had driven Blake to the train station for smile… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
“Livia looked puzzled and whispered, “I have no idea why these are special.” Blake dared to touch her face. “They’re the exact color of… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
“Livia used her mouth to warm any part of his body that felt cold. As she sucked his fingers, she heard a decision in… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
“They do the twenty-one-gun salute for the good guys, right? So I brought this.” Beckett pointed the gun in the sky. “For Mouse.” One,… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
“He was serious. He didn’t want her to hold him close. He didn’t want to pretend she was his mother. He didn’t want to… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
“Don't put off happiness you can have today. Tomorrow is a hope, not a promise” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
“He seemed to be drinking in her face, looking at her instead of into her. “Stop. Stop that. This isn’t goodbye.” Blake pulled her… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
“There isn’t a single spot I’ll miss tonight, my wife.” Blake pulled her against him, tilting her head until he could kiss her again.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
“So, are you moving in?” Dove tried to look like she was casually leaning against a lamppost. But there was no lamppost, so it… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
“That pew became a confessional. There, with a fully clothed, fully present Kyle, he left his plans for lifelong commitment to only the Church… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
“As they stepped away, Beckett nodded toward Blake’s bandaged arm. “What’d ya get?” “It says ‘Sorry,’” Blake said as he went out the door… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share
