Saving Poughkeepsie Quotes

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

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

“Impossible is just the shit nobody’s tried yet,” Beckett shot back. “My balls are way too big not to hope for the best.”
― Debra Anastasia

“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

“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

“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

“The men toasted their bottles, as they did when Mouse was mentioned. The part of their tattoo that no longer existed. The man had died on the job, protecting Blake because he was loyal to Beckett.
“And…” Cole shot Beckett a look.
“You’re unofficially known as Sparkles and Jesus.” Beckett squinted as Cole pretended to be offended.
“I think it’s only fair if we give you a nickname, Blake?” Cole asked.
Blake stood and added a log to the fire. It’d been burning steady since right after dinner. Being with his brothers like this was Beckett’s favorite. It his wildest dreams he never pictured getting to sit with them in a Blake’s backyard.”
― Debra Anastasia