“He tried to remember the feel of her hand when she’d shaken his. “I’m Livia McHugh. It’s nice to meet you.” Smoke… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“He grabbed her around the waist and put her in the center of the bed, then stood and admired her. “I love… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“I love you so much, I think there are burn marks on my heart.” Blake touched his chest. “Do they hurt?” “Only… — Debra Anastasia 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
“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
“His heart actually stumbled when he remembered her pain. He immediately knelt by her head. “Eve, how can I fix this? Tell… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She held her breath as it stopped ringing and connected. “Hello, beautiful Livia,” Blake answered. “How did you know it was me?”… — 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
