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December 11, 2013
December 10, 2013
Return To Poughkeepsie Image #1
Beckett and Eve
Releases 12.30.13
Summary:
Beckett Taylor is a murderer. His calling, his craft are destruction and intimidation—whether he wants it that way now or not. He left Poughkeepsie to keep his brothers safe, to keep Eve safe. Set up with happy lives to live, they’re better off without him, right?
But all his willpower crumbles when he hears his brother Blake’s frantic voice on the phone. An unknown enemy has moved in on his old territory, and Livia’s been taken. In an instant, Beckett knows it will take an attack only he and Eve can execute to bring her back. All his self-imposed embargoes are torn to shreds, perhaps along with the new man he’s struggled to become.
“Brother, call Eve. I’ll be there soon.”
In this emotional and action-packed sequel to Poughkeepsie, Debra Anastasia conjures a tale of love at its most raw and ragged. With Beckett and Eve, how could we expect anything less? But even when it’s messy, not magical, true love perseveres. Real love finds a way—for better or worse until death does part.
Add RtP on Goodreads HERE My Amazon Author Page My Barnes and Noble Page
December 6, 2013
Return To Poughkeepsie #9
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Teaser #9
Dear Kyle,I see you crying when you don’t think I notice. I do. I see your eyes, red and glassy with the tears you halted because I came into the room.I can’t give you the baby you want. Our love should be enough, but I feel it too. There’s a hole in between us when we hold hands. We’re feeling the loss of someone who has yet to even exist. Your smiles are getting smaller. When you look at me I want to give you more, I just don’t know how.I remember when I first found your eyes, when I first realized you existed. I could hardly make my tongue work. My words were fuzzy, wrapped in cotton. When you were taken from me, I had so much rage. Such a burning need to place my hands on your face, I would have killed a million men to get to you. Kissing your lips, remembering you, safe in that hospital bed is a waterfall of relief for me still.And then our wedding? Everything blue makes me want to touch you, taste your lips, see your skin wet in the shower.How can something that isn’t happening come between us? When you’re reluctant to walk past a stroller, when you quickly change the channel to save your heart the sight of a chubby baby, I know you’re aching. You’re building wall, and only you fit behind it.How can I show you I love you so much anyway? Will you ever understand that you’re just as important as a woman that can have a child? I’ll make love to you whenever you demand it. I’ll hold you tightly when you cry.If it’s just us, Kyle, if that’s all there is, it’s enough for me. And if that thought makes you sad, then I’ll move heaven and hell until you see a future that you want to be in, smiling, with me. Just step into my arms, let me be here for you.You’re not protecting me from your pain. I feel all of it, except I feel it alone when you won’t let me help. Come to me. Let me kiss your hair. Let me make love to you for no reason at all.I’m yours forever,Cole
Releases 12.31.13
Summary:
Beckett Taylor is a murderer. His calling, his craft are destruction and intimidation—whether he wants it that way now or not. He left Poughkeepsie to keep his brothers safe, to keep Eve safe. Set up with happy lives to live, they’re better off without him, right?
But all his willpower crumbles when he hears his brother Blake’s frantic voice on the phone. An unknown enemy has moved in on his old territory, and Livia’s been taken. In an instant, Beckett knows it will take an attack only he and Eve can execute to bring her back. All his self-imposed embargoes are torn to shreds, perhaps along with the new man he’s struggled to become.
“Brother, call Eve. I’ll be there soon.”
In this emotional and action-packed sequel to Poughkeepsie, Debra Anastasia conjures a tale of love at its most raw and ragged. With Beckett and Eve, how could we expect anything less? But even when it’s messy, not magical, true love perseveres. Real love finds a way—for better or worse until death does part.
Add RtP on Goodreads HERE My Amazon Author Page My Barnes and Noble Page
My reasons for Late Night with Andres...
I have a new novella that released on Oct. 29th, and it's titled “Late Night with Andres.” It combines action, romance and humor (Lord help us all) and has a very special purpose. Omnific Publishing, all the staff that worked on the project, and I are donating all the proceeds to the fight against breast cancer. Although breast cancer is a huge bitch, it's my hope that at some point in our lifetimes we will see a cure for all types of cancer.
Everyone can tell you a story about how cancer has touched his or her lives. Every single person you know. It’s staggering. To think of all these loved ones fighting cancer makes us all sad and angry.
There was a little boy a long time ago now, and his name is Alex. He was my husband’s older brother. While my mother-in-law was heavily pregnant with my husband, she was on a bedside vigil with her four-year-old. I knew it was a sad story. Before I had children of my own, I thought a child at four was pretty much like a baby. How well could they have known their child? I was so naive. When my son was placed in my arms after his birth, my-in-laws were first in my mind. I'd die for this child and I'd known him only seconds.
On my son’s fourth birthday I found myself sitting in my bedroom crying so hard. Because this was four. And I knew everything my child loved. My ears perked for any noises he made. His distress or happiness was my own. The thought of taking my kid for an extended car ride was a chore. I couldn’t get my mind around the parenting it would take to have him sit still for a chemotherapy needle. My in-laws' courage astounded me. Their loss made me ache.
After I had my daughter, I contracted meningitis. Thankfully, I was the only one affected, the kids were fine. In the ER the doctors had to administer a spinal tap. I willingly submitted, knowing they had to find out if it was bacterial. (It wasn’t --it was viral, still a bitch but not as terrifying as the other.) It was quite horrible—the test. I don’t know if I can explain the feeling, but I knew and felt like they were invading the center of my body. It was rough. While I was recovering my mother-in-law told me Alex had quite a few spinal taps during his treatment. He was four.
Four.
I couldn’t even respond. He had a few. Brave little boy. Tough job to be his parents. Possibly the toughest I’ve ever heard of. I hated it for Alex. I hated it for them. Fuck cancer.
And then when my son was ten-years-old he had a lump behind his ear. An unexplained lump. My brain tapped out. I did everything we had to, first our doctor. Then a specialist, who shook her head. Our next stop was George Washington hospital the very next day because no one wanted to waste any time.
There was the night, comforting him, putting the kids to bed. Hugging my husband while we were both terrified. You don’t sleep on a night like that. You think and you pray and you make deals with God. Anything. You will promise him anything. And I did. Over and over. I would do whatever it takes for this child. I'd gladly, gladly take his lump as my own. But that’s not how it works. I was petrified because I know I’m not as strong as my mother-in-law. I couldn’t do it. The whole thing. His ear is so close to his brain.
That was a long night. We bought a GPS and programmed it. The freaking thing took us straight through the D.C-- no side roads. We could have hit the Washington Monument with an empty soda bottle --the road was so close. We navigated all around until we were dumped at the hospital. I still don’t remember how we found the Otolaryngology Department, but we did.
We smooshed into the super small office, all of us. The doctor happened to be the very best in his field, we found that out later. His exam was extensive. All the time my husband and I cracking jokes to make my son laugh. The doctor wrote the prescription for the biopsy right there, giving me directions to the Oncology wing. Before I knew it my husband was with my daughter and I was holding my son’s hand walking him to the cancer ward. Again, just making him laugh. He’s such a smart little bugger, he knew what Oncology meant. In the hallway he asked, “Mom, do I have cancer?”
You have to be a mom then, right? This was about him. This was his body. As much as I wanted them to stick a needle in my neck instead of his, it couldn’t be that way. “We don’t know right now, sweetheart. But if you do we are going to fight it and I'll be here the whole time.” I hugged him.
I’d like to say that was a strong, proud mom moment but I wasn’t home. That was my mother-in-law’s words coming out of my mouth. I swear she let me borrow her strength. I actually know it because just writing it here I’ve gone through a box of tissues, crying my face off.
The cancer pediatric specialist also happened to be the best in her field. We found that out later as well. She had been walking out the door and turned around to do my son’s biopsy. She was so very gentle and encouraging. I never wrote her a thank you note for that. I should have. Amazingly, they had the results within minutes. They were fairly certain it was not cancer. The fluid removed would be analyzed, but she sent me on my way with a hug and reassurance that whatever it was, it wasn’t cancer.
That relief starts inside you and ends up as tears on your face. I’m thankful for many things in my life, but passing that test is one that I will never forget. My son's lump was determined to be a malfunction in a tube to his ear. It subsided on its own while monitored for over a year in D.C. We were lucky.
It doesn’t get more important than this. Cancer is a serial killer that has touched us all. When I approached Omnific Publishing with the option to produce a novella for charity they were incredible. The entire staff was involved, the other authors supported it. Because what’s better than giving? Nothing we’ve found yet for sure.
So 100% of the proceeds for Late Night with Andres will be donated to Save the Tatas for cancer research. It’s not enough, but it ' s a start. Please consider buying the book or donating to your favorite cancer research charity.
AMAZONBarnes and Noble
Everyone can tell you a story about how cancer has touched his or her lives. Every single person you know. It’s staggering. To think of all these loved ones fighting cancer makes us all sad and angry.
There was a little boy a long time ago now, and his name is Alex. He was my husband’s older brother. While my mother-in-law was heavily pregnant with my husband, she was on a bedside vigil with her four-year-old. I knew it was a sad story. Before I had children of my own, I thought a child at four was pretty much like a baby. How well could they have known their child? I was so naive. When my son was placed in my arms after his birth, my-in-laws were first in my mind. I'd die for this child and I'd known him only seconds.
On my son’s fourth birthday I found myself sitting in my bedroom crying so hard. Because this was four. And I knew everything my child loved. My ears perked for any noises he made. His distress or happiness was my own. The thought of taking my kid for an extended car ride was a chore. I couldn’t get my mind around the parenting it would take to have him sit still for a chemotherapy needle. My in-laws' courage astounded me. Their loss made me ache.
After I had my daughter, I contracted meningitis. Thankfully, I was the only one affected, the kids were fine. In the ER the doctors had to administer a spinal tap. I willingly submitted, knowing they had to find out if it was bacterial. (It wasn’t --it was viral, still a bitch but not as terrifying as the other.) It was quite horrible—the test. I don’t know if I can explain the feeling, but I knew and felt like they were invading the center of my body. It was rough. While I was recovering my mother-in-law told me Alex had quite a few spinal taps during his treatment. He was four.
Four.
I couldn’t even respond. He had a few. Brave little boy. Tough job to be his parents. Possibly the toughest I’ve ever heard of. I hated it for Alex. I hated it for them. Fuck cancer.
And then when my son was ten-years-old he had a lump behind his ear. An unexplained lump. My brain tapped out. I did everything we had to, first our doctor. Then a specialist, who shook her head. Our next stop was George Washington hospital the very next day because no one wanted to waste any time.
There was the night, comforting him, putting the kids to bed. Hugging my husband while we were both terrified. You don’t sleep on a night like that. You think and you pray and you make deals with God. Anything. You will promise him anything. And I did. Over and over. I would do whatever it takes for this child. I'd gladly, gladly take his lump as my own. But that’s not how it works. I was petrified because I know I’m not as strong as my mother-in-law. I couldn’t do it. The whole thing. His ear is so close to his brain.
That was a long night. We bought a GPS and programmed it. The freaking thing took us straight through the D.C-- no side roads. We could have hit the Washington Monument with an empty soda bottle --the road was so close. We navigated all around until we were dumped at the hospital. I still don’t remember how we found the Otolaryngology Department, but we did.
We smooshed into the super small office, all of us. The doctor happened to be the very best in his field, we found that out later. His exam was extensive. All the time my husband and I cracking jokes to make my son laugh. The doctor wrote the prescription for the biopsy right there, giving me directions to the Oncology wing. Before I knew it my husband was with my daughter and I was holding my son’s hand walking him to the cancer ward. Again, just making him laugh. He’s such a smart little bugger, he knew what Oncology meant. In the hallway he asked, “Mom, do I have cancer?”
You have to be a mom then, right? This was about him. This was his body. As much as I wanted them to stick a needle in my neck instead of his, it couldn’t be that way. “We don’t know right now, sweetheart. But if you do we are going to fight it and I'll be here the whole time.” I hugged him.
I’d like to say that was a strong, proud mom moment but I wasn’t home. That was my mother-in-law’s words coming out of my mouth. I swear she let me borrow her strength. I actually know it because just writing it here I’ve gone through a box of tissues, crying my face off.
The cancer pediatric specialist also happened to be the best in her field. We found that out later as well. She had been walking out the door and turned around to do my son’s biopsy. She was so very gentle and encouraging. I never wrote her a thank you note for that. I should have. Amazingly, they had the results within minutes. They were fairly certain it was not cancer. The fluid removed would be analyzed, but she sent me on my way with a hug and reassurance that whatever it was, it wasn’t cancer.
That relief starts inside you and ends up as tears on your face. I’m thankful for many things in my life, but passing that test is one that I will never forget. My son's lump was determined to be a malfunction in a tube to his ear. It subsided on its own while monitored for over a year in D.C. We were lucky.
It doesn’t get more important than this. Cancer is a serial killer that has touched us all. When I approached Omnific Publishing with the option to produce a novella for charity they were incredible. The entire staff was involved, the other authors supported it. Because what’s better than giving? Nothing we’ve found yet for sure.
So 100% of the proceeds for Late Night with Andres will be donated to Save the Tatas for cancer research. It’s not enough, but it ' s a start. Please consider buying the book or donating to your favorite cancer research charity.
AMAZONBarnes and Noble
December 4, 2013
Ron Pope - "You're The Reason I Come Home" in Poughkeepsie's Enhanced Collector's Edition App!!
This is @RonPopeMusic singing a song that appears in the Poughkeepsie Enhanced Collector's Edition. When Blake marries Livia. ALL THE TEARS!!!! I'm looking at the final product today, fingers and boobs crossed that it gets shipped off for review to Apple today!!
December 3, 2013
Radio interview is here!!!
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/northwestprime/2013/12/03/fan-fic-101-with-best-selling-author-debra-anastasia-music-by-fan-fiction-band
Wow, this was so much fun. Lori is the best. So glad Lisa from Fics2Flicks
Word I overuse is Thunderbolt.
Wow, this was so much fun. Lori is the best. So glad Lisa from Fics2Flicks
Word I overuse is Thunderbolt.
December 2, 2013
Kayla the Bibliophile: Kayla the Bibliophile's 1 Year Blogiversary Giveaw...
Kayla the Bibliophile: Kayla the Bibliophile's 1 Year Blogiversary Giveaw...:
Win your face off here!! (I'm in this giveaway as well!!)
Win your face off here!! (I'm in this giveaway as well!!)
December 1, 2013
#FeelThemUp Let's Be Breast Friends!
Today on 1st of the month Romance Readers and Writers and Bloggers are coming together (you all have dirty minds and this is serious!) to do our monthly breast exam!! I'm asking that you do a self exam on the 1st and Tweet and Facebook #FeelThemUp ! We are going to do this EVERY month until the Internet gives up. Join me at @Debra_Anastasia on Twitter and HERE on Facebook
It occurred to me that on that majestic day, a few readers, writers, and bloggers might actually find a lump or something suspicious. I want to make sure that ladies have good information, websites and forums to turn to.I have no medical advice to offer, but the links below can help guide you through any questions you might have, but always, always make an appointment with your doctor if you have a question or lumps or anything!! They are there to help you.
Please take a peak at these links for more information on breast cancer and a how to by some sexy dudes.
NationalBreastCancer.org
Komen.org
It occurred to me that on that majestic day, a few readers, writers, and bloggers might actually find a lump or something suspicious. I want to make sure that ladies have good information, websites and forums to turn to.I have no medical advice to offer, but the links below can help guide you through any questions you might have, but always, always make an appointment with your doctor if you have a question or lumps or anything!! They are there to help you.
Please take a peak at these links for more information on breast cancer and a how to by some sexy dudes.
NationalBreastCancer.org
Komen.org
November 29, 2013
Return To Poughkeepsie Teaser #8
COUNTDOWN WIDGET “I’m never opposed to sexual favors as payment.”
Teaser #8Livia called out, "Slutenstien! I’m home."
"I’m up here, cock dribble,” Kyle replied.
Releases 12.30.13Summary:
Beckett Taylor is a murderer. Destruction and intimidation are his calling, his craft —whether he wants it that way now or not. He left Poughkeepsie to keep his brothers safe, to keep Eve safe. Set up with happy lives to live, they’re better off without him, right?
But all his willpower crumbles when he hears his brother Blake’s frantic
voice on the phone. Mob forces have moved in on his old territory, and
Livia’s been taken. In an instant, Beckett knows it will take an attack only he and Eve can execute to bring her back safely. All his self-imposed embargoes are torn to shreds, along with the new manhe’s struggled to become.
“Brother, call Eve. I’ll be there soon.”
In this emotional and action-packed sequel to Poughkeepsie, Debra
Anastasia conjures a tale of love at its most raw and ragged. With Beckett and Eve, how could we expect anything less? But even when it’s messy, not magical, true love perseveres. Real love finds a way—for better or worse until death does part.
Add RtP on Goodreads HERE My Amazon Author Page My Barnes and Noble Page
November 22, 2013
Return To Poughkeepsie Teaser #7
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Teaser #7 Livia came close to kiss the baby’s head and then Blake’s lips. “Thank you.”
“For burping him?” Blake leaned forward to kiss her forehead.
She shook her head. “For fighting for this. For us. Every day.”
“It’s an honor, Mrs. Hartt.” Blake shifted back to his easy sway, keeping the baby locked in his slumber.
Releases 12.30.13
Summary:
Beckett Taylor is a murderer. His calling, his craft are destruction and intimidation—whether he wants it that way now or not. He left Poughkeepsie to keep his brothers safe, to keep Eve safe. Set up with happy lives to live, they’re better off without him, right?
But all his willpower crumbles when he hears his brother Blake’s frantic voice on the phone. An unknown enemy has moved in on his old territory, and Livia’s been taken. In an instant, Beckett knows it will take an attack only he and Eve can execute to bring her back. All his self-imposed embargoes are torn to shreds, perhaps along with the new man he’s struggled to become.
“Brother, call Eve. I’ll be there soon.”
In this emotional and action-packed sequel to Poughkeepsie, Debra Anastasia conjures a tale of love at its most raw and ragged. With Beckett and Eve, how could we expect anything less? But even when it’s messy, not magical, true love perseveres. Real love finds a way—for better or worse until death does part.
Add RtP on Goodreads HERE My Amazon Author Page My Barnes and Noble Page
