“Today she had to acknowledge that she was avoiding her mission. She could explain away all the other times she hadn’t killed… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“That’s fucking amazing news, I can’t even tell you. Look how great you guys have been doing with me gone.” Beckett wanted… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“So, seeing as you know all the details already, can I count on you to be best man?” Cole watched fear creep… — Debra Anastasia Best man Copy Share Image
“Do you have to use the ladies’ room or something?” Livia asked. “No. No, I don’t. I just can’t wait. I’m having… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia wiped her cheeks and eyes, then tucked the tissue into her bouquet instead of giving it back to her sister. Years… — Debra Anastasia Little girl Copy Share Image
“As they stepped away, Beckett nodded toward Blake’s bandaged arm. “What’d ya get?” “It says ‘Sorry,’” Blake said as he went out… — Debra Anastasia Cell phone Copy Share Image
“Four hundred forty-six,” Cole whispered. “What?” she asked. He kept his head down in what seemed to be a prayer. “He counts.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“The kiss led to embarrassing moaning, and they pulled away, laughing at the need between them. “Being with you might just kill… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia stopped to hold her small tiara on with her bouquet hand, and she finally looked at him. As always, her blazing… — Debra Anastasia Beauty Copy Share Image
“Come on, sweetheart. I’m letting you do this. Do it.” When she didn’t respond, he added, “Listen, I know it’s easier when… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Well, fortunately for me, Mouse’s windows are tinted far beyond the legal limit. It’s like sitting inside a giant pair of sunglasses.… — Debra Anastasia Courageous 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 Aches and pains Copy Share Image
“Beckett, where’s Eve?” When he had her pressed to his chest, she tried again. “Are you going to tell me or what?”… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Twenty steps in, she felt her soul grind to a halt. Go back. She couldn’t even argue. She doubled back and stared… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia located her fancy jacket and stepped out of the closet. Blake took the coat from her and held it out in… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“A small lady moved on after greeting Livia to address the wedding couple. “Cole Bridge. Look at you!” Cole’s mouth dropped open.… — Debra Anastasia Marriage Copy Share Image
“Some days I still miss fumigating. I did get three beautiful children from the process. Fumigation can be wonderful.” She settled back… — Debra Anastasia Children Copy Share Image
“She grabbed his arm and traced the tattoo with her finger. “This Sorry is gone now. This is a new Sorry, and… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“What the hell, Kyle? How many damn times have you snuck out of the house?” Kyle’s laugh filled the small car. “Don’t… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She watched as the dirt kicked up in a cloud. When it cleared, she couldn’t see him anymore. She stayed until she… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Dear Livia McHugh I'll be your husband. I'll be nothing but yours for the rest of forever. A single, simple day with… — Debra Anastasia Beautiful love Copy Share Image
“In the sanctity of this place, the center of his purpose, Kyle was everywhere he looked. He almost laughed when he remembered… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“You grabbed my tit a little, Mr. Old Timey Talker.” Blake seemed to swallow a smile. “Manhandling a lady is inexcusable. I… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Number 198 was wonderful too. Blake had watched a good-looking and ridiculously pretentious guy hit on Livia. The fancy man dropped expensive… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake Hartt, if you touch me, your skin must be bare. Do you understand?” Livia looked into his green eyes. They seemed… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“His silhouette was blurry through the angry, sheeting rain, but she could see his hands were two fists. Was he angry? Livia… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“When he got to her dress strap, he watched her eyes as he slid it off her shoulder. She smiled her unquestionably… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“As they left, Eve watched him slide the coffee sleeve off the drink and put it in his pocket. After they’d walked… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She batted her lashes again. He stopped and looked at her, his hands full of champagne, flutes, and a glass bowl full… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Look at me. Please.” It was more than a whisper but less than a shout. She got quieter. “Blake, please.” His green… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“He kept his hand on her lower back as they headed for the house. Halfway up the walk, she could take the… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“He followed the lines of her face and arms. Livia bit the inside of her cheek as he outlined her breasts. He… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“He paused until she locked eyes with him. “Count, Livia. Count out loud when you come for me.” “Two, oh, three, God,… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Ready?” he asked. He motioned for her to look to the sky. She’d been on enough long walks with her father to… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“I have to ask you something—promise me you’ll be open-minded?” She looked tentative. He nodded. “I’ve got some mad skills. Some mad… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“When Cole’s kisses lingered on her belly button, she crossed her legs. “Are you okay?” He appeared instantly at her eye level,… — 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
“Livia decided she loved watching things go into him. Food, water, love—all these things she could give him. “You look tired. Would… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Finally, when they asked him to speak, he found her gray eyes. His voice was husky and raspy, but his words were… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“We spent some time in a school for troubled kids together a long time ago. My first day was his 1,865th. He… — Debra Anastasia Friend Copy Share Image
