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Poughkeepsie by Debra Anastasia
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it was amazing
bookshelves: great-ones

This book was absolutely amazing. I am so glad to see three "brothers" who would give their life for the others. I have 2 "brothers" of my own who in some weird way reminded me of Cole and Beckett. Mouse was one of my absolute favorites. He made me giggle at the sight of him knitting at the club, but the story about why he knitted just made me smile! I am so glad for Beckett, Cole, and Blake that they had someone like Mouse ;0) The whole time I read this book I felt like I was a passerby at the train station watching a love story unfold :)

P.S. I have a "Beckett" in my life ;0)
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“It was like he’d just discovered fire, and she was the main ingredient.”
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“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.”
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“Blake Hartt, I choose you. I deserve you. I want you.” Livia proved it by kissing his cold lips until they were warm.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“Livia held her spatula as Blake whispered in her ear. “I see us just like this a hundred years from now, old and deaf. I’ll be the luckiest man.”
Emotion caught her—this was all she wanted. Simple, beautiful frittata moments with this man.
“Someday, Livia, I’ll be man enough to buy the food,” he continued. “I’ll give you an oven. I’ll try so hard.”
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"that moment... that moment out there?" Blake pointed at the bed of army jacket, grass, and mint. "I've pictured it in my head for months. Months! I knew it would never really happen, but it kept me going. The beautiful, smiling girl would look at me like a man-a man worthy of her body, worthy of her kisses. Do you realize what a fool I am for hoping?"
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“I feel like I've always loved him, and now I just got lucky enough to find him”
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“Livia, you make the rest of the beautiful things in the world cry for even trying at all.”
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“In his head Beckett put the two of them in a big snow globe with glitter that he could shake when he wanted them to fucking sparkle together. Perfect in their condo with a dog and a kid and glitter.”
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“Listening to him play was like discovering an eagle in the wild. It was tumblingly bewitching. She could feel and hear genius she knew it.”
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“Don't tie your success to anything other than what's inside you”
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“You make the rest of the beautiful things in the world cry for even trying at all. You make it hard for me to breathe.”
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“But Blake infused hope in his music. Love was the only song he knew how to play.”
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“As Blake leaned down to accept her hug she whispered, “Remember when you and Livia tried to hog the spotlight at my wedding? Just when you and Livia get to the good part, Cole and I are going to have porno sex right there.”
She pointed discreetly at the spot to Blake’s right, and he couldn’t help but laugh.”
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“Kyle’s shrill voice interrupted their moment. “Figured you two would turn this into a scout meeting. Will you get your asses up here? People are waiting. I mean Beckett here has maybe a few
hours before he’s bent over a metal toilet getting it up the ass from a
guy named Bubba. Do you want him to have fun now or not?”
The streetlight illuminated Beckett as he appeared next to Kyle. “Why would I be the bitch? I don’t think that’s a fair f*cking assumption.”
Kyle refused to look at him and crossed her arms. “Of course you’d be the bitch. You have dimples. Bitches have dimples. And I bet your ass is soft like two pillows. Bubba’s going to love bouncing off of you.”
Beckett stormed away, dragging Kyle with him. “I’ll be the f*cker,” he told her. “Not the f*ckee. The f*cker.”
“Fine, a$$hole, you’re the f*cker,” Kyle’s voice faded away as they returned to the party.”
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“Beckett started the Hummer and texted Eve:
Tak4e Ur Cloth3s OFF Im on my qway
Her reply came back quick as lightning:
Take ur clothes off and f*ck yourself.
“One way or another, this chick is gonna kill me,” Beckett growled as the Hummer roared away.”
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“Simple shit makes this chick crap bubbles and rainbows" -Beckett”
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“Holy fucking dogs! You scared the uterus out of me!”
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“So I'm sitting in that damn chair, ready to die, and I say to her, 'You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I'm so damn glad you're going to kill me instead of some brainless, toothless druggie." Beckett smiled again at the memory of his almost-murder. "Then she traded the knife for her lips, and now she works for me." Beckett put his hands behind his head and flexed his giant biceps. "She won't tell me who hired her to come here. She's the deadliest person I've ever encountered. I still think she might kill me, but I can't stop looking at her.”
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“Don't ever die in my head again. Please, never again,”
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“Hello, beautiful Livia," Blake answered.

"How did you know it was me?" Livia saw her wide smile in the rear view mirror.

"The phone looked sexier when it rang.”
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“After soft kisses, they pressed their hands together palm to palm. The tingling scattered all over Livia's body, warming her.

"Do you feel that?" she whispered with a smile.

His lips moved in his silent count. Blake wrapped his fingers around her hand. She copied the movement. Their hands together now resembled a heart-not a cartoon rendering of the shape, but a real human heart.

He touched her lips with his and murmured, "I've been feeling it since you first smiled at me.”
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“She picked up the phone and dialed Blake's number. His silky hello made her smile.

"You're smiling, right?" His voice was so intimate.

"Of course," she murmured. "Does it still count if you don't see it?"

"It counts when I feel it," he replied.”
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“Beckett's probably the hardest man there is to love," Blake said. "He does life wrong for all the right reasons.”
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“Oh my God! I'm engaged! I'm marrying Cole!"

"What?!" Livia squeezed her sister hard. "Let me see. When did this happen? Did you tell Dad? When is it going to be? How did he propose?"

The men stopped their congratulatory handshake to stare at the speed-talking ladies.

"Last night, not yet, four weeks from today, naked!" Kyle blurted in response

The girls became a moving, jumping circle of hug.

"Cole, you popped the question in your birthday suit?" Blake teased.

Cole put his face in his hands. "Did not think she would share that bit of information.”
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“And I will never, ever lose count.”
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“I want to screw him on the table and make him eat in my bed.”
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“Aren’t you supposed to be Jesus’ bitch?”
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“Blake laughed as Beckett set him back on the seat and pointed a thick finger at the organ. “You ass-f**k this bitch. Ass-f**k it.” Beckett peeked over the balcony at Cole below. “Sorry, baby. I have too much dirty in me.”
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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.”
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“This place's a festering whore's crotch. Do I own it?”
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“If I told you once, I told you a million times: you’re a handsome motherfucker. I’m almost gay for you.”
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“This is supposed to be a touch-feely conversation where we tell you, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll always have a family here with us.’ And then we may or may not have sappy music piped in.”
Ted rolled his eyes. “That was tactful, Eve. Wonderful.”
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“I can finally fucking breathe seeing you goddamn bastards.”
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“I’m making you my wife right now, even if you cry through the whole damn thing.”
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“If you're playing on fucking me to death, I'm so on board with that.”
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Reading Progress

August 9, 2012 – Shelved
August 18, 2012 – Started Reading
August 18, 2012 –
0.0% "Poughkeepsie time!"
August 19, 2012 –
page 189
50.81%
August 19, 2012 –
page 384
100%
August 19, 2012 – Shelved as: great-ones
August 19, 2012 – Finished Reading

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