Hartt Quotes & Sayings

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

The best part of a Reg Hartt presentation is what he has to say. — Jane Jacobs

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

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

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

His touch felt so good it was almost pain. — 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

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

He'd rather she killed him than walked out on him. — Debra Anastasia

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

He felt a little less paranoid, and Cole was right - they weren't boys. They were men capable of taking care of their own. It came down to him wanting to do their dirty work for them. But they were good. They'd be fine. Instead he needed to work on getting the violence out of his system. It was his go-to drug. He actually couldn't think of a conflict he hadn't fought or killed his way out of. To stand in front of Eve again, he needed to handle himself differently. — Debra Anastasia

He treats himself like a weapon for your destiny. — Debra Anastasia

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

I don't believe in Devil or Satan (that is mainly Cristian), I believe in people that have bad character and bad energy because they created it. — Emma Hartt

Dear Livia McHugh
I'll be your husband. I'll be nothing but yours for the rest of forever. A single, simple day with you is something I'll refuse to take for granted. You have been the reason my heart beats since the moment I saw you, long before your hands actually had to do the job for me. Sleep in my arms. Wake up by my side. My beautiful love, be my wife and make me the happiest man. And I will never, ever lose count. Love always, Blake Hartt — Debra Anastasia

She wanted to be physically punished now, and his hands were the safest place to become an object to be used. — Debra Anastasia

This was the version of her Blake she'd first met. They reconnected with the fire that had drawn them together and kept them together years later. For him, she would always burn. — Debra Anastasia

Livia came close to kiss the baby's head and then Blake's lips. "Thank you."
"For burping him?" Blake leaned forward to kiss her forehead.
She shook her head. "For fighting for this. For us. Every day."
"It's an honor, Mrs. Hartt." Blake shifted back to his easy sway, keeping the baby locked in his slumber. — Debra Anastasia

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

Where there's you, there's always gonna be me. As long as I breathe. — Debra Anastasia

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

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

Her smile was lighter fluid to his testosterone. He was full caveman for a few heartbeats. — Debra Anastasia

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

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

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

Blake Hartt, I choose you. I deserve you. I want you. Livia proved it by kissing his cold lips until they were warm. — Debra Anastasia

It's us that should be thanking you. Not a day goes by that Cole and I don't remember you've given your life for ours. Your heart is good. You are the man you seek to be. Never forget that. If it's getting rough, think of what you've already accomplished. Trusting you got Cole and me the lives of our dreams. — Debra Anastasia

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

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a ceremony celebrating Blake Hartt and Livia McHugh. Today is not the start of their lives together. It will mark the day we all stood, clapped, and gave good wishes. But their fates were destined for each other long before they even met. True love, the kind that lasts forever, is very rare indeed. It takes compromise, continued growth, and trust."
Cole paused to look from Blake to Livia and back again. "Livia and Blake have a head start on all those things," he continued. "Time has tested them already, asking a fresh love to face terrifying and life-changing tasks. These two had to find and hold onto their love, even when it felt like all was lost. — Debra Anastasia

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

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

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

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

He tried to remember the feel of her hand when she'd shaken his. "I'm Livia McHugh. It's nice to meet you."
Smoke poured from the cardboard as he remembered his response. "Blake Hartt. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He'd said his name, but what he'd been thinking was: She touched me. I am someone. I count. — Debra Anastasia