Saving Poughkeepsie Quotes

“Where there’s you, there’s always gonna be me. As long as I breathe.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“If he lost her now, he’d not be able to live. He would drive off a cliff—maybe the same one the fucker who shot her did. And then he’d be able to spend his time in hell beating the fuck out of the man who’d hurt Eve.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Outside, again?” She teased him.
“You know I love it best when you’re wearing nothing but the stars.”

Blake wrapped her in his arms and reclined on the grass. She pat his chest gently, loving the tap back from his heart and his white smile. He looked amazing cloaked in stars, too.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“The handshake got a third arm as Blake entered and joined in. This was magic for Beckett, pure and simple. The world slowed down, and his cares melted away as he looked from face to face. He loved these men so fiercely, it’d probably scare them if they knew.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Emme pulled on Cole’s hand. “Why are they crying?”
Her uncle bent down. “Well, sometimes when all your dreams come true? The best you can do is cry. It’s happy, not sad.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Doing good seemed barely worth it if he couldn’t keep his own family safe. Maybe he’d gone soft after all. In his head, the only answer was murder and plenty of it. The old way. The way he knew. If he stacked enough dead bodies on top of one another, no one would see past them to find the ones he loved.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Her smile was lighter fluid to his testosterone. He was full caveman for a few heartbeats.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Kyle whispered his name softly, like he was her air.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Dear Lord, Please protect and guide Eve at her time of recovery. Life has given her a lot of emotional wounds, and now her physical body is mirroring this pain. Please take her hand and keep her safe. Let her live to lead a life that shows her the power of your love.”
Together they added, “Amen.”
Blake hated that it was all they could do right now.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“No, numb nuts. I’ve just learned some shit these last few years while I was away. You give people a little respect, and they rise up to meet you. Not always, but sometimes. Don’t mistake it for me going soft. I’ll just as soon pound someone’s asshole into their brain if they fucking deserve it. Do you all understand?”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“His life was forever a chess game played on a roulette wheel. He’d had to take precise, informed, ball-dropping gambles to get where he’d been.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“I promise you, Cole Bridge, that in honor of the little child you once were, I will never forget that JB is a gift from God. I will honor his unique, gorgeous person with enough love for both him and the memory of a little boy who deserved so much more than he got, for as long as I live and beyond.”
She kissed his lips.
“Amen.”
He held her close and kissed her hard, her tears salty on both of their lips. “You are so much. I have no words.”
“I know,” she said. “I feel that way about you too.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Actually, orders coming from me usually have motherfucker attached to them. I just treated you like a tender great aunt. I’m not afraid of you, but I have respect, like I would for a twenty-three-foot alligator residing in the goddamn sewer. Nothing’s killed you yet, and you’ve lived through a lot of shit. You want to be in my life? Then you’ll have to contend with how big my balls are.” Beckett sighed.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Beckett had a lot of layers. She used to hate herself for falling in love with him, but now she felt like she might be the only one qualified to do so.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“They kissed deeply, but she pushed him away when he started to get grabby. “No, seriously, let me get a shower. My vagina smells like a set of nuts.”
“Awesome.” Cole laughed.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“His touch felt so good it was almost pain.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Thank you for my accessories. This is over the top. And not practical.” She hugged him around the waist and set her head on his chest.
“Fuck practical.” He tilted her face to his. “I want to decorate you with diamonds. It’s sort of like peeing on my tree, ’cept more expensive.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“He’d rather she killed him than walked out on him.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“He treats himself like a weapon for your destiny.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“I want to decorate you with diamonds. It's sort of like peeing on my tree, 'cept more expensive.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Eve started in on his jeans, obviously knowing he was commando as usual by grasping his penis and pulling it free without hesitation.
She went down on him hard. It was like she was punishing her mouth for wanting him as much as she did. Driving the car while Eve expertly handled his stick made him feel so powerful, he wanted to head butt the windshield.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“How you want me, baby?”
She answered him by biting his forearm hard.
He spun her in his arms. When he went in for a kiss, she slapped his face.
“So that’s how?” He put her hard against the wall, holding her by her throat. “You have to fight me? Cause I’m the toughest fucker you’ve ever met. Say it.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“She’d led her father to believe she was undecided in her profession when in actuality she quickly became one of Beckett’s most trusted enforcers.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Go home, talk about it together. Bake Christmas cookies and crap. Then tell me what you want to happen. Know that I’m yours. My loyalty, my soul is yours no matter what you decide. Crap, you can shoot me in the back, and I’ll never want anything but to be around you hookers.”
Blake stood and shook his head. “Nah, I don’t need time. I appreciate the place in Hawaii, and it would be great to go to—maybe for a vacation sometime? But I’m here. I’m not leaving you. You’re my family.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“I’m not worried about tomorrow. I’m worried about right now, with you, under this Christmas tree.” Blake supported her neck as he laid her on the floor.
Livia turned her head. “You’d better convince me. So far you’ve talked about the dog going to the bathroom, trash, and dirtiness.”
Blake kissed her jaw and turned her head gently, kissing her mouth as she bit her lips together.
“Can’t I just convince you with my manly ways?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
He could, of course, do just that—but she shook her head. She loved the playful sparkle in his green eyes. His five o’clock shadow just made him more handsome, framing his kissable lips with scruff.
“Okay.” He put his fingers at the bottom of her shirt, lifting it gently so he could circle her belly button with his index finger. “You’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman on this planet. So sexy, in fact, that I had to have you. I had to make you bear my children because my universe and yours had to be combined. Everything I’ve ever been needed to be buried inside of you, so deep, so full of love that we created life. Twice.”
He lifted her shirt and kissed the tops of her breasts, whispering his devotion into her skin. “And it’s never enough. Unless I can hear you coming, I can’t think of anything else. All day every day. For years now. You’re that powerful, Livia. This. Us. It’s so intense that years haven’t cured me. I can’t stop wanting to make love to you.”
“Wow.” Livia smiled and pulled his face back to hers, kissing him and effectively stopping his beautiful words.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“I love you.” She was almost angry. “Do you get it? You. These kids. This life. It is my world.”
He nodded. She knew he felt the same way, but this Blake didn’t talk, he proved. He found the spot on her body that made her see white and held her until she was desperate for more. Then he reached behind her and turned on the washer.
Dirty. Filthy for her. He kissed her and added tongue, bit her neck gently while the vibrations from the machine increased.
She would come for him like this. He pushed up her shirt and pulled down her panties so he could be inside her when she was lost in the ecstasy of it, of him.
He came right after she did, and she locked him close with her legs, dragging her nails down his back as he bit his lip to stay quiet.
He kissed the top of her head in between gasps for air. He looked in her eyes before responding, “I get it.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Being a monster hasn’t saved anyone.” She choked on her sob, gasping for air.
He pulled her into his arms, and she finally let herself be hugged.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“She wanted to be physically punished now, and his hands were the safest place to become an object to be used.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“What he had wanted the most as a child was a family, a family that treated him like a person and respected his space, his body, and his place in the world. He was never held with love until Mrs. D, who came along so many years into his childhood that he was almost out of it”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“Cole had never been good with physical affection until her. Now his heart burned with their closeness—so much bigger and better than lust was this love.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie