“Do you remember the pattern, Livia?” “Blow…lick…bite.” Livia wanted to say something cute, something funny, but he licked his lips and she… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She returned to the writhing man at Kyle’s feet. “These women are with me. If you even look at them again, I’ll… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“He squeezed her hand back and made a sour face. “I hate when you use logic against me. It takes my knees… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“He grabbed his brothers. All three pounded each others’ backs and gave grumbling, cursing acknowledgments. “I can finally fucking breathe, seeing you… — Debra Anastasia Brotherhood Copy Share Image
“Livia felt her cheeks pink up like they’d been slapped. “We worked it out. She knows where things, um, go now.” Kill… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Cole grabbed a fistful of his own hair. “Beckett, I met the most amazing girl this morning. I can’t think straight.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Peace be with you, Livia,” he said. He leaned down to her ear as he hugged her. “Maybe you’re more than I… — Debra Anastasia Peace Copy Share Image
“When he’d composed himself, Blake kissed the top of her head. “Like I could ever say no to you.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Eve. That torpedo mind-fuck sex was outrageous and fantastically titillating. Titi-fuck-illating. But there was something else as well. Emotional, a small voice… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Livia watched as Beckett folded his hands into a thick sailor’s knot of hope. He bowed his head. She couldn’t have loved… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She kneeled at Blake’s side again. “Hey, handsome. I don’t have a signal. We’re going to have walk a bit. Let’s help… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Baby, you didn’t have to do that,” Beckett whispered fiercely. “But thank you so fucking much. You look gorgeous today.” Livia kissed… — Debra Anastasia Fairy princess Copy Share Image
“Blake jumped up again, clenching and unclenching his fists. “I hurt you. I’m useless,” he whispered harshly. “Stop. Stop, Blake.” She tried… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Okay, how's this? I’ve been to Heaven and Hell. I’ve seen the whole world, but the only thing that makes me want… — Debra Anastasia Angel Copy Share Image
“Whitebread was in there, waiting like the fucking pillar of strength she was. That little brunette had out-couraged pretty much every damn… — Debra Anastasia 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
“Livia grinned. He peeled his attention from the sizzling meal and put his hands on the counter behind her, trapping her. Livia… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Number 1 was the hardest to think about now. After. But Blake let himself go there as Chaos pressed into the deepest… — 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
“Can I give you my gift now?” Blake reached in his pocket. “You gave me this already.” Livia wiggled her ring finger.… — 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… — 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
“I know it doesn’t make noise,” he explained. “Going through the motions is comforting to me. I wish I had a real… — Debra Anastasia Homeless 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 Copy Share Image
“That’s great. You have family.” Livia rubbed Blake’s arm. “You’re my family,” Blake said coldly.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Even though his voice kept its squeakiness, he never forgot to hold his head high. Beckett had paid dearly to defend him,… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Make me lose count, Blake Hartt.” Livia let him lift her and guide her body onto him. Joined. Inside. Together. “I love… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“As Kyle came fluttering down the aisle in her simple blue dress, Beckett swore aloud in the empty room. “Shit, Fairy Princess,… — Debra Anastasia Blue dress Copy Share Image
“Blake lifted a plastic champagne flute filled with bubbling apple cider. “To Beckett—we wouldn’t be here without him.” “To Beckett,” the others… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Something old: the dress. Something new: your attitude. Something borrowed: I’m pretty sure you got those earrings from my jewelry box.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“I think I need to get home and talk to my dad. He’ll be worried if he doesn’t see us. Would you… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Could we please just go?” Livia asked, swallowing back her panic. She had no idea what Chris might do—or Kyle, for that… — Debra Anastasia Panic Copy Share Image
“No, sweetness. Never. I’ve seen your ass in a woman’s nightgown doing papier-mâché and I will not let that slide.” — Debra Anastasia Nightgown Copy Share Image
“Apologize to the lady,” Blake’s voice was smooth, calm, and deadly. He’d also unleashed his bright green eyes on the poor bastard,… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Why can I not stop talking? Livia watched as Cole set the dripping candles on a small table. If I die of… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Cole leaned in for a back-pounding and murmured in Beckett’s ear. “Blake and I need you alive too. Don’t forget that.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Now this I know what to do with. You’ve been my bride. I promise to spend all night making you my wife.” — Debra Anastasia Bride Copy Share Image
“They can kiss my ass. I’d rather talk to you than stand with those spineless nimrods any day.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She had to kill him. She had to kill Beckett the next time she saw him or all she’d done to become… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Of course, he wants to be a thoughtful gentleman, not a trained seal getting food for tricks.” — Debra Anastasia Gentleman Copy Share Image
