Debra Anastasia Quotes

“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.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Holy fucking dogs! You scared the uterus out of me!”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Beckett's probably the hardest man there is to love," Blake said. "He does life wrong for all the right reasons.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Simple shit makes this chick crap bubbles and rainbows" -Beckett”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“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.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“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.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“But Blake infused hope in his music. Love was the only song he knew how to play.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“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.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Don't ever die in my head again. Please, never again,”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“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.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“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.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“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.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“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.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“I don’t think one stalker is allowed to call another stalker a stalker.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“Hey, pharmacist here. Bodily fluids don’t scare me. Neither do yeast infections or wild hair-remover rashes.” He moved her hand and leaned down to give her a long hug.
He’s hugging me.
Me.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“He apologized profusely. “I knew that frog position was too freaky. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not that, Johnson. Did you notice that like every third thrust I was like a virgin? That was my asshole.” Dove put a hand on his shoulder.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“Dove held out a hand to Johnson, and he took it—not because they were fleeing a fire and not because she was holding a million dollars. He took her hand to wrap his fingers around hers.

His long, long fingers.

Her knees went a little watery. Johnson placed a hand on her lower back to steady her. Her ass went a little watery. The trip up her stairs took longer than Ulysses on his epic journey. Johnson took the keys from her hand and opened her door.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“Holy tit fungus! Did you give Sasquatch an autopsy in here? God almighty, girl.” He waddled back into the hallway, this time holding his privates with both hands. “You balded the dick mitten. Nice. Let me see it.”
He looked at her like she might drop trou simply because he suggested it.

“I would rather lick a monkey’s armpit than show you my vagina.” Dove gave him the finger.

“You know what I love best about a naked muff hole? It looks just like a camel’s dangly lips.” Duke extended his own lips to make them appear gummy and slack.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“Dove hated that he knew way too much about her now. He knew she had a big girl boner for Johnson, he knew she’d tried to remove her crotch hair and had crapped her pants. It was Shameful with a capital Shit.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“So, are you moving in?” Dove tried to look like she was casually leaning against a lamppost. But there was no lamppost, so it looked more like she had injured her back or one of her legs was shorter than the other.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“One of Duke’s very strict rules was to take his dick out any time a woman demanded it of him. He reached deep and put his favorite friend carefully on the fake wood.

She turned and cringed. “Jesus, dicks are so fucking ugly. Why you think putting your grandmother’s jewelry on it will make it more fetching is beyond me.”

Duke covered his dick’s ears and snarled back at Dove, “You’ll hurt his feelings.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“I just want to make sure he’s a good fit for her. She has problems—craps her pants, stuff like that. If she needs help, I want to be there.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“Kisses that danced with smiles tasted amazing.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“Dove still couldn’t trust herself to speak without blubbering. But she could kiss. Not Lotsa, not a dressed-up weirdo. Just Dove. She pulled her hand from its sweet prison and touched his face. She leaned in to kiss him, and instead of worrying about which way her nose was pointing, if her armpits were sweating, or if there was a funky taste in her mouth left over from dinner, she thought about lips and touch and kissing. When Johnson moaned, Dove felt so powerful she could have head-butted a dinosaur to death.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“Dove ripped her panties off her body like the Hulk and threw them in the corner.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“He shrugged and laughed a little. “It was a stupid idea. Who takes a girl to a funeral as their first date?”

Dove fought through her gown so she could find his hand and hold it. She wanted to lick it, too, but restrained herself. “You do. It would be my honor to go to this old fart’s funeral with you. Except pretend I said that like a person with a heart.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“Dove had next to no coping mechanisms when it came to social interactions gone awry. When all else failed—the running, the hiding, the dying—all that was left was the giggling.
The moment she thought about trying not to laugh, it became one hundred times worse.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“Me, too.” Dove looked at him and smiled.

Johnson missed his mouth when he went for a sip of wine, so Dove passed him her napkin. He began to blush, stammering, “Sorry, your smile made me forget where my intake orifice was.”

All my orifices know where you are—especially the ones that grow hair.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“Your nipples are like Novocain.”

“You’re at a distinct advantage because I have no idea what controlled substance your nipples are like.” He ran his tongue across his top teeth.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below

“Johnson seemed to have a playbook memorized. He mumbled things like, “Pleasure, apply pressure, female gratification.” And bent her legs to accomplish some pretty spectacular sexual Twister poses. One in particular had Dove ratcheted up like a street dancer with twenty years’ experience.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire Down Below