“-I'll play you a song. Blake flexed his fingers and concentrated harder on the cardboard, moving his hands methodically over it's surface. What do you say after an imaginary concert? Livia watched as the song came to a close with… — 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
