Eve Hartt 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

“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

“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

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

“I can’t do this anymore if it’s not with you. Fuck me straight to hell." ~Eve to Beckett”
― Debra Anastasia

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

“He’d rather she killed him than walked out on him.”
― 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

“His touch felt so good it was almost pain.”
― 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

“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

“Come with me.” He led her to the beach again, but during dinner a few people had been busy. It was now lined with an aisle of candles. A man stood close to the breaking surf, hands crossed, waiting. Someone had used the surrounding sand as a canvas, creating a swirling pattern. Their names were part of the art.

What? She asked without a sound.

“I want you to marry me. Here. Now.”

Beckett let go of her hand and strode away from her. When he turned around, close to the water at the end of the aisle, he hoped to hell she wasn’t running in the other direction.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie

“When she was this wild, he was a monster for her. He bruised her, took her blows, and fought to give her the pleasure she made him earn.”
― 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

“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

“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

“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

“Eve hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Careful. I'm fatal." He needed to remember that warning.
He whispered back, holding her hair so she couldn’t squirm away, “Jesus. It’s like you said that directly to my balls.”
She laughed so hard at his unexpected reply.”
― Debra Anastasia

“I’m never opposed to sexual favors as payment.” He wrapped her ponytail around his fist, leaning close to her ear.

“I’m too exhausted to kick your ass. Drop my hair. You know better.”
― Debra Anastasia

“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

“When she was this wild he was a monster for her. He bruised her, took her blows and fought to give her the pleasure she made him earn.”
― Debra Anastasia, Saving Poughkeepsie