Return to Poughkeepsie Quotes

“No, I know for a fact that after-kidnapping sex is fucking wonderful.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“The driver hit the intercom, and Beckett introduced himself to the video camera. “Beckett Taylor. Make sure your gates can open wide enough to fit my giant balls. You’re torturing a woman in there who’s mine.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“I love you, Eve. You’re the only heart I have.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Angry Trish had changed all his contacts to characters from Fifty Shades of Grey. He knew this because Al’s Auto Shop, usually listed first, was now “50 Shades of Grey gave me more orgasms than you.” After that he had Anastasia Steele and A Helicopter. Worst of all, his mom—whose number he could thankfully remember—was listed as The Red Room of Pain.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Ready?” he asked. He motioned for her to look to the sky.
She’d been on enough long walks with her father to know it was time to open her mind. Their times in nature usually held a secret surprise. It could be anything, really—a rainbow touching the snow or heart-shaped shade cast by a pair of trees. Anything. Today, the gift was being outside the second it started to snow.
“Ooh, Daddy! Look, it’s like a salt shaker!” She stuck her tongue out for the newborn snowflakes.
Blake followed her lead. Snow tasted sweeter with Emme around.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Sometimes you can save someone’s whole world just by smiling at them. Kindness is one of those things that has immense value to the person experiencing it.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“His heart overflowed with good intentions but his fists felt best covered in blood.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Lord, this man before me is known to you. Beckett's soul is littered with sins that he committed to protect Blake and me. "

Beckett interrupted.

"Some of those sins were for the sake of my horny penis.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“This is. You are. I can't do this any more if it's not with you. So please fuck me straight to hell.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“How she could walk out his door, that she was strong enough to break the connection his body was glued into, even when she wasn’t there, had stunned him stupid. He’d always figured they’d drown together in the endlessness of their attraction. He loved her so much—it was like the devil himself was squeezing his heart. And she’d said she loved him…” Beckett Taylor #ReturntoPoughkeepsie”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Tell me I’m enough for you,” he demanded. “Can you be with me even though I’m so wrong?” She was satin and warmth. The way she squeezed, he was desperate to move, pound, inject her.
She looked at him. “This is. You are. I can’t do this any more if it’s not with you. So please fuck me straight to hell.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Boom, baby. How you like me now?” Beckett wanted to stroke her hair, but it was a knotty, bloody mess. He felt proud.

She laughed. “Pretty damn good, I’ll give you that.”

“I love your laugh. I need more of it.” He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“I promised in my head to leave you be. And when I saw you…I was supposed to be man enough to turn you away. Fuck, I’m not a horny teenager. It’s just you.” He finally did stand. “You break me. You break everything I think I stand for.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Don’t make me out to be something worth saving. We both know I’m a waste.” His voice was so quiet. “I wish I was better at telling you why you have to stay here. I wish I could put into words the part of my heart that has your name written on it. That part hurts right now. You have to be here. You love life too much. You’re so important. I wish I could make you understand this.” He tried to smile at her valiant efforts. “I would keep you if I could. You can sleep here, right on this couch. Beckett, I will let you hold this baby when it comes.” She touched her stomach. “Does that tell you how much you mean to me? It’s the only thing I can come up with.” He shrugged. “Mouse would be disappointed. He’d feel like he didn’t do his job if you died…Eve loves you. Wherever she is—in this strip club—is that what you’ve been wishing for?” Beckett shook his head. “No, right? She loves you. You can’t kill someone she loves. You just can’t.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Today, he was going to win the Big Humping Pussy award and go back to Poughkeepsie”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Cole looked at him sheepishly. “Do you mind? Can I pray?”

“Of course. You know I love when you and Jesus dance.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Inside you I can find everything I need.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“I find myself thinking about you instead of plotting. It’s like a relief. And I know you’re not mine. And I know you’re fucking deadly. But I just want to, like, hug you.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“How she could walk out his door, that she was strong enough to break the connection his body was glued into, even when she wasn’t there, had stunned him stupid. He’d always figured they’d drown together in the endlessness of their attraction. He loved her so much—it was like the devil himself was squeezing his heart. And she’d said she loved him…”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“But if all this time between them had taught him anything, it was that they were orbiting the same fate. Together, always together, even when physically apart.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“It felt real, seeing his friend like that. It was like a gift. He wasn’t into spiritual bullshit, but damn. "Damn. That Mouse had become his friend was a gift, but a curse as well. If he’d left that whole situation alone, would Mouse — would James — have had a better life? A different outcome?”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“I love her. So fucking much. I’m going to give her everything. Everything she never even knew she needed.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“He was jealous, he was dominant, and he was in love.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“You know, you were the best wrong choice I ever made.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Come here to me,” Beckett demanded in a gravelly voice. He pointed to the spot in front of him. “Come here or run, because the next choice you make will be for the rest of your life.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“I’m not sure nine o’clock in the morning is ready for how fabulous your ass looks in those fake pants.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Motherfucker. You’ve got a tight grip. Must have been all those years of masturbating. You’ve got Voldemort’s handshake, baby.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“Look at you,” he continued. “I want to build things for you, give you a reason to be soft. Give you a reason not to reach for a fucking gun when you open your eyes.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“No one can judge you, except you.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie

“He felt a little less paranoid, and Cole was right—they weren’t boys. They were men capable of taking care of their own. It came down to him wanting to do their dirty work for them. But they were good. They’d be fine. Instead he needed to work on getting the violence out of his system. It was his go-to drug. He actually couldn’t think of a conflict he hadn’t fought or killed his way out of. To stand in front of Eve again, he needed to handle himself differently.”
― Debra Anastasia, Return to Poughkeepsie