Yet with the help of this brothers—and for his brothers—Beckett won’t stop trying. He’s determined to make them all a family, to make a life they want to live, and to make Poughkeepsie a place that’s safe to live it.
He can feel their futures balanced precariously on his shoulders: Blake and Livia and their children,Cole and Kyle and the new baby they’ve just brought home, and Eve…always Eve. He wants their dreams to be real.
But murderers don’t just get Happily Ever After handed to them.
They have to wrench it away from Satan himself.
Good thing Beckett is prepared to do just that.
After all, saving Poughkeepsie is the only way his story ends.
Prepare your heart and your head for a wild ride in this final installment of the Poughkeepsie Brotherhood series.
Debra Anastasia does not disappoint as she weaves the last chapter of a story that blends true love, turbulent emotions, and life’s harsh realities into an uplifting tale that calls to the good in each of us.
"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
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.
"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, and 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. 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.
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