“Blake’s going to fight real hard to be with you. He knows how much you love him.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake’s not a nightmare. I love him, Dad. I love him. Let’s keep that straight.” Livia felt her hackles rise.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Next on Livia’s to-do list was Blake. She needed to find him. They needed to face what he feared. Together.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“But Blake infused hope in his music. Love was the only song he knew how to play.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake ran his hands over Livia’s bare shoulders. “Tonight, I’ll make sure every part of you knows you got married.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Every night after that, Blake would show up and stand next to Beckett, head down, hands still.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake climbed in her passenger seat and pushed his mask up to reveal his face—even with the sun out! Livia kissed him… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake insisted on helping her pick up the things she’d dropped, even though his pain had him breathing through his teeth. If… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She came to find me. She came to find me,” Blake said. His voice was a mixture of revelation and revulsion. “Do… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She needed to move quickly and get back to Beckett. She wanted to hold his big hand and make sure he didn’t… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia put a hand over her mouth and leaned against the wall. All hell was breaking loose, and Blake was out in… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Shhh. It’s okay. I’m not that terrible, am I?” Livia shook her head. “I’m making you my wife right now, even if… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Listening to him play was like discovering an eagle in the wild. It was tumblingly bewitching. She could feel and hear genius… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“His green eyes sparkled as he entered, and Livia kicked her door shut. He caught her hands, and Livia let her lips… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“He was sitting this time and kept his head tilted down as he peered up at her. It looked just like an… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“That’s because it was the right thing to do. You followed your heart, even though it might get broken. You let it… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“I’d prefer to stand when ladies are standing,” he said quietly to Livia. She longed to smooth a balm on all his… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Ted has a friend that owns a club. They’re looking for a piano player on Thursday nights. I was thinking about it…”… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Number 134 was one of the best. Livia had dropped her cell phone and cursed quietly, but creatively: “Hairy-ass bitch.” She’d felt… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake sat down as well, facing her. The moon now claimed the sky as hers, surfacing slowly over the trees. Blake tested… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“May I escort you inside, Mrs. Hartt?” Livia bit her lower lip and nodded. Blake scooped her up. To be carried was… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a ceremony celebrating Blake Hartt and Livia McHugh. Today is not the start of their lives together.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia, you make the rest of the beautiful things in the world cry for even trying at all. You make it hard… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Chaos poked him again, and Blake welcomed the pain this time. This pain will remind me why I shouldn’t find her. Blake… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“The artist sang of dreams and a home. Blake moved slowly with Livia, and she could feel the lyrics vibrating in his… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Your future will be full of smiles. I promise.” He looked surprised by the vehemence in her voice. “My past was worth… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Oh, God don’t let me hurt him. Am I really doing this? Here? Is this real? We’re in the middle of nowhere.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake’s lips were still tinged blue from the time he’d spent waiting for Livia in the rain. Livia decided to change that.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“There isn’t a single spot I’ll miss tonight, my wife.” Blake pulled her against him, tilting her head until he could kiss… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia used her mouth to warm any part of his body that felt cold. As she sucked his fingers, she heard a… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She kissed his lips and felt his smile form. Alone in this beautiful space, Blake and Livia made things right. Blake kissed… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia had never wanted anything more than to taste his lips right then. “Would you mind very much if I kissed you?”… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Cole turned and went down the stairs to wait for the inevitable. Soon Blake would descend the stairs and into madness. But… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Blake took off his jacket and blanketed her undergarments on the ground. He unbuttoned his shirt with the carelessness of a man… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“With all due respect, never, ever refer to Blake as ‘the worst thing’ in my presence again.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia wanted to get back to Blake’s music. It had filled her dreams.” — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Don't put off happiness you can have today. Tomorrow is a hope, not a promise” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“She waved, and he smiled like she was the eighth wonder of the world.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“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 Image
