“Livia leaped into the Escort and drove straight to Poughkeepsie Station, letting instinct and her internal Blake GPS be her guide.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“You’re going to kill me. God, you smell so good.” Blake let his clever tongue find its way on her skin.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“So that’s how it is. Today’s the big day.” Beckett nodded with a wry smile. He knows. He was naked now. “How… — Debra Anastasia Big day Copy Share Image
“COLE HELD KYLE AS gently as he could manage. He wanted to pull her inside of him. Kneeling with her in the… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“He moved to stand behind her. “How many times did I watch you? So many. Wondering what you smelled like, right here.”… — Debra Anastasia Fresh snow 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
“Finally Cole spoke. “Shall we exchange rings?” He nodded at Beckett, who let the rings fall into Cole’s hands as if it… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia nodded and unwrapped a pink page from the stem of her bouquet. She spoke softly, so only Blake could hear her.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She decided to talk to this man she admired, even though he was covered with intricate yarn knots and would not respond.… — Debra Anastasia Big guy Copy Share Image
“We’re going to find your hobo. We’re going to work hard—work nights. Liv, we’re going to put our balls into it.” She… — Debra Anastasia Homeless 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
“I’m going to hell, Livia,” he said. “I’m going to hell for all three of us,” Beckett said defiantly. Only now did… — Debra Anastasia Better man 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 Green eyes Copy Share Image
“Looks like you dropped your phone,” Livia challenged. As soon as it skittered to a stop, Livia brought one of her sturdy… — Debra Anastasia Children Copy Share Image
“Don’t come here again. Ever,” he said, but instead of a threat, this sounded like a declaration of affection. “Beckett, you can… — Debra Anastasia Love 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 Homeless 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
“You can have that life,” he told her. “It’s right there for you to take.” “I love you,” Eve quickly countered. “Loving… — Debra Anastasia Another man Copy Share Image
“The addition of knitting needles and twirling yarn made Beckett’s forearm ink the exact replica of the tattoo on Mouse’s chest. “He… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She kissed his shoulder instead of his mouth. Blake was glorious naked. Powerful.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“I’m Emma. I’m here to make you see the meaning of your life.” Her exalted words were totally conquered by her dragging… — Debra Anastasia Angel Copy Share Image
“She felt Blake behind her, just where he’d been the first day they’d spoken. She wanted to tear out her heart and… — Debra Anastasia First Day Copy Share Image
“Maybe he could have changed his mind. Maybe he could have continued thinking only about himself. But Beckett had seen her face.… — Debra Anastasia Psychology Copy Share Image
