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“Beckett pulled Blake’s face back to look at him and held it in his hand.
“Never alone, bro. You’re never alone as long as I live.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“There is something about me, doll face. It’s between my legs, and I do believe a few minutes ago you were praying to it.”
― Debra Anastasia, Crushed Seraphim

“Please, baby, you had to know the Devil would be well endowed.”
― Debra Anastasia, Crushed Seraphim

“You want to be bad, angel? I can teach you every position it comes in”
― Debra Anastasia, Crushed Seraphim

“That wasn’t blood. It was love. It pours out of you when you lose faith.”
― Debra Anastasia, Crushed Seraphim

“I’m Emma. I’m here to make you see the meaning of your life.” Her exalted words were totally conquered by her dragging tone and lack of eye contact.”
― Debra Anastasia, Crushed Seraphim

“When you just breathe on me, I want you. Being in your arms will melt me. Being naked with you might kill me.”
― Debra Anastasia, Crushed Seraphim

“Okay, God. I forgive You for
trusting me. I promise to trust You in return.”
― Debra Anastasia, Crushed Seraphim

“No one has really seen me in years.” Blake looked at the sky. “Sometimes I wonder how they know I don’t have a home. I try to dress decently.” He waved a hand at his jeans and army jacket. “I think it just seeps out of me. I’m not the same as everyone else.” He shook his head, pulling himself out of his despair, and looked at Livia again. “But when you saw me for the first time, you actually saw me. You saw me, and then you smiled like I was just the same as everyone else on that platform.”
― Debra Anastasia

“If they’d caused you pain, I’d never have been able to live with myself,” he said as he backed up a step.



“You might want to find another place to sit. Those idiots could cook up a plan for revenge.”


“I can’t leave.” Green Eyes took a huge breath. “This is the only place where I get to see you.” He looked like a man who’d just bet his entire fortune and laid his cards on the table.”
― Debra Anastasia

“Is that shooting star just a happy accident or has the universe had it planned for a thousand years?”
He tilted his face to the sky, his eyes tracking an imaginary star as it screamed to earth. He looked back to her. “Either way, you can’t stop it. You can beg it to slow down or you can just enjoy the show.”

“Am I the star in this story or you?”

Blake wrinkled his nose and chuckled. “Was that a bad analogy? I meant we’re the star, Livia. Us. This.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Us being in the same atmosphere is either a great cosmic catastrophe or the most serendipitous rendezvous.”
― Debra Anastasia

“Stop. Stop that. Tell me what happened to you.” She gently ran her fingers down the length of his chest.

Blake shook his head. “My life outside of this train station won’t touch you.” His green eyes swam with pain and determination.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“If you think I give a rat’s ass about that cooler, you don’t know me at all. Nothing I own is worth your pain.”

Then, quietly, he took down one of his walls for her. “I know you.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“I know it doesn’t make noise,” he explained. “Going through the motions is comforting to me. I wish I had a real piano.” The wistfulness in his tone was aching to hear.

“Did it used to have keys on it?” Livia asked.

“I did draw them once, but it was in pencil. No matter. My heart knows right where they are.” He watched her as he tickled the pretend keys again.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“We better get over to Beckett’s if you want to see how my day goes—before his crowd gets too raunchy.” Blake stood up and held out his hand.

“It’s eight thirty in the morning. How raunchy could they be?”

Livia wondered what, exactly, Beckett did for a living. Her question was soon answered. Everything bad.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“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 headed to church.” Blake leaned in to kiss her forehead.
“Of course we are. That makes perfect sense.” From hell to heaven.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“He kept his head down in what seemed to be a prayer. “He counts. You’ve smiled at him four hundred and forty-six times as of a few minutes ago. He announces the number every time I see him.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“She kissed his lips and felt his smile form. Alone in this beautiful space, Blake and Livia made things right. Blake kissed her slowly and patiently, like he had all the time in the world.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“He moved to her earlobe and breathed, “First, I will blow, then I will lick, last I will bite.” Blake took his time blowing an elaborate pattern on her stomach, and Livia was pretty sure he’d spelled the word torture.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“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 hugged her tightly.

“When did we get balls?” Livia loved her ridiculous sister.

“Just now.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“He gripped the edge of the desk. “I’ve done my best to make sure my brothers have no blood on their hands,” he said with menacing quiet. “I’m going to hell for all three of us.” Beckett said defiantly.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“It was like he’d just discovered fire, and she was the main ingredient.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.”
― Nora Roberts

“A very bouncy Kyle woke Livia at some ridiculous o’clock on Friday morning.
“Wakey-wakey, you sloppy, old whore. It’s time to do you up. You’re going out tonight, so you don’t get to dress in nursing home casual.” Kyle ripped off Livia’s covers.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Blake Hartt, I choose you. I deserve you. I want you.” Livia proved it by kissing his cold lips until they were warm.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Eve held his eyes and confidently licked the length of the razor-sharp blade with the tip of her tongue. Red blood beaded up on her tongue, and she licked her lips, giving them a fresh coat of color. Eve used the knife to blow a kiss in Beckett’s direction and disappeared into the crowd. Beckett forgot to keep dancing. He stood stock still with Kyle still twirling around him.
Eve had just f*cked his mind so hard, he wanted to smoke a cigarette and cuddle like some soap-watching woman.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“What do you have there?”
Mouse perked up at her interest. “I’m making ski masks to have on hand for bank robberies. Last night I finished the fingerless mermaid gloves for Eve. She likes her fingers free for gunplay.”

Mouse’s needles clicked together in a peaceful rhythm.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Don’t pray to me. Don’t pray to me!” Kyle said, alarmed. “We’re in this together. I’ve done things wrong too. We’re human, Cole. We’ll still make mistakes, but now we’ll always have each other to hold when it hurts.” Kyle’s eyes filled with tears.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“She had to kill him. She had to kill Beckett the next time she saw him or all she’d done to become an exquisite monster would be for nothing.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie