“She was losing it. Needing to harden, hating that she was out of control and sloppy, she punched the leather. He needed… — Debra Anastasia Beckett-taylor Copy Share Image
“Blake held out a hand to Livia, who felt like she was cheating on an exam as she took it. “I can’t… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“There. Now as long as I have my arm, I’ll remember to stay away from Livia McHugh. He rolled down the sleeve… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“He wanted three miracles tonight. It was the prayer of a devil. How dare he even ask? But Beckett had no shame.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Hey, Dad, if I needed to check someone’s background, would you be able to do that for me?” “That’s a little unethical,… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“John stooped to give Kyle a kiss on the cheek. Kyle held her hand out to Cole, and for a brief moment… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Cole had curled into a ball on the mat. Mrs. D will never spend time with me again. He felt his brain… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“But he did see them dance. He laughed out loud remembering when he’d danced with Kyle. She hardly seemed the same person.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“After soft kisses, they pressed their hands together palm to palm. The tingling scattered all over Livia's body, warming her. "Do you… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“I don’t trust you with him,” Cole continued. “I’m certain you’ll ruin him. You’ll want to make him be something other than… — Debra Anastasia Anger Copy Share Image
“He stepped close to her; she could feel his breath on her neck. “Eve, you make me not want to die.” She… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Whoever said marriage is boring didn’t marry you!” Livia kissed his cheek. “Thank you for that.” Blake kissed her forehead. “That was… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“You’re so real. You have a bedroom and a brush. All the times I waited for you, I could never picture where… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“What exactly, my love, do you think you’re doing?” Blake looked down at her. “These stairs make me nervous. I just wanted… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“I’m safe in the meadow with you,” he’d told her as they dressed. “But you, Livia, are extraordinary. You’ve seen me differently… — Debra Anastasia Fitness Copy Share Image
“Deeper into the woods, the inky black threatened to engulf her tiny beam of light. But everything was so clear in its… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“But she’d spared him. She’d used all her deadly skills to save him instead. She’d spit on the memory of David and… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“No, Blake, I trust you. I’d be honored to have an escort to my Escort. I’m a little afraid of the dark.”… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake stood at Livia’s dresser with a ceramic Cinderella and Prince Charming figurine in his hands. He almost dropped it when he… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Boom, baby. How you like me now?” Beckett wanted to stroke her hair, but it was a knotty, bloody mess. He felt… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“That pew became a confessional. There, with a fully clothed, fully present Kyle, he left his plans for lifelong commitment to only… — Debra Anastasia Confessional Copy Share Image
“As he wrapped her in white terrycloth, Kyle eyed his lingering hardness. “Again?” Cole turned his bride to hug her from behind,… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake laughed as Beckett set him back on the seat and pointed a thick finger at the organ. “You ass-f**k this bitch.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“A very bouncy Kyle woke Livia at some ridiculous o’clock on Friday morning. “Wakey-wakey, you sloppy, old whore. It’s time to do… — Debra Anastasia Friday morning Copy Share Image
“How did I do that to her? Her? Punching trees and screaming? She must have been terrified. Soon his hands would heal,… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“His breath was a sucking gasp that sounded more like a draining tub than a man filling his lungs with air. Then… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia stayed silent and tried to quiet the screaming in her head. Fuck your mother, Blake! She was a drunk and a… — Debra Anastasia Parenting Copy Share Image
“Blake waited until she set her deep gray eyes on him. “He has no idea the beauty in front of him. He’s… — Debra Anastasia Beauty Copy Share Image
“What do you have there?” Mouse perked up at her interest. “I’m making ski masks to have on hand for bank robberies.… — Debra Anastasia Homeless Copy Share Image
“Beckett eyed them as he lounged on three chairs he’d shoved together into a hard, uncomfortable couch. They’re so fucking innocent. They… — 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
“Your Blake is mourning something. I think that pain is manifesting as his glass-skin delusions. You’re going to have to approach him… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“And that ring deserves another sixty years and more of love on it,” she said, gesturing toward the drawer. “I’d never say… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Sometime later, Cole entered the situation. Beckett wasn’t sure if Blake had confided in Cole or if Cole just stumbled upon the… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake pulled Livia to him. “How do you manage to be so brave every day?” Livia put a hand on his smooth… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She glanced in the rearview mirror, as if she might see Mouse sitting up instead of lying flat. “I can’t imagine Blake… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia now saw clearly what she needed to do. She would break up with Chris this weekend. She sighed with satisfaction and… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Telling Blake about Livia had not broken him. It had given him wings. Cole prayed for forgiveness for the jealousy he felt.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Beckett wanted only to get his brother on the motorcycle and out of Dodge. He’d refused to discuss his own options, and… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“It’s us that should be thanking you. Not a day goes by that Cole and I don’t remember you’ve given your life… — Debra Anastasia Beckett-taylor Copy Share Image
