5 Star Review, Interview & #GIVEAWAY: Poughkeepsie Begins by Debra Anastasia

Happy almost Thanksgiving! I am beyond thrilled to get to share Poughkeepsie Begins by Debra Anastasia. This series has touched my heart from the first smile and will always be a part of me! I was lucky enough to get to interview Debra too so I hope you enjoy! We also have a special #GIVEAWAY so please leave a comment to be entered to win!
 Happy Reading!



It ends with the beginning. This legendary,
indie, cult-favorite series ends its tale with the story of the Poughkeepsie
brotherhood before the tattoo. Before the train station, before the church,
before a criminal empire there was a foster home and three teen boys who chose
each other as family, because the ones they were born into didn’t exist
Still in high school, Beckett is already laying the groundwork for a grander
life ahead, one where his brothers want for nothing and get some respect for
once. But even as he plans, Beckett must decide if he’s ready to make that
choice—diving in to a life that trades his chance at a future, his chance at
something as simple as first love with a girl named Candy Cox, for their chance
to find happiness.

Blake, Beckett, and Cole’s devotion to each other is forged by fists and the
driving need to belong somewhere, to do more than just survive this life.
Readers of the series know they each get there in the end, but before we count
smiles, we must first shed tears. These early days of the Poughkeepsie brotherhood
will play on your heartstrings before serrating them with a knife; they’ll lift
your soul with music, only to leave you with nothing but a desperate prayer for

And when you reach the end of the beginning, you’ll be ready to start the
series all over again.

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Jenn’s Interview with Debra Anastasia
1. Poughkeepsie was one of those books and series that has always stuck with me, how was it writing the last book of this epic series?

I thought it might be tough to get back into the world that I felt like I’ve already taken to the end, so I was scared. And then I wrote that first chapter and it just flowed. I can’t believe how much more I had to learn about each of the brothers. Poughkeepsie Begins even changed how I view the other books in the series. Cole in particular. I knew his story would rip my heart out and it did.

2. What has been the best part for you in writing this series?

The readers. Hands down I have the most phenomenal, gorgeous, generous readers in the world. They give me such hope that beauty like theirs is scattered around our world.

3. I have to ask about the Fire books – where the hell did the idea of Duke come from?  He’s so raunchy and crazy but so loveable too (at least for me)

I love Duke so much. He is such a free kind of character. He allows me to write whatever I want. I think he was just a natural foil to the super handsome Johnson. He makes me laugh when writing, and I love that.

4. Who has been your favorite character to write?

Mouse. Poughkeepsie needed a powerful death. *spoiler* And I was sure it would be Beckett. And when I was ready to write that scene, Mouse insisted it be him instead. I trusted him and he was right. I owe Mouse quite a bit.

5. Can I ask what is next for you?

For sure! I’m not sure if you read The Revenger back in the day? But I finally finished it, and that will be released in 2016. I’m almost done with a time travel book and a middle grade that I’m writing with my daughter. I’m also in two anthologies. It’s a big year! I will take this next week or two to let my boys go. I’ve been holding on to them since 2009, so I think I should expect a crash of missing them.

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Jenn Review

5 stars!

We end with the beginning! And oh these brothers! I have to say that I have loved them since I first picked up Poughkeepsie and these characters will forever have a place in my heart.

Poughkeepsie Begins shows us the teenage years of Blake, Cole and Beckett and the incredibly painful childhood each of them experienced. These boys have each been dealt horrible hands in life but are brought together in a foster home where although they are still abused, they find an unbreakable bond between them.

This story focuses on Beckett’s senior year of high school and as he struggles to find his place, I think this is where we see Beckett become the person that we know in the rest of the series. The making of Beckett so to speak. This really is touching story and although we know Beckett does some really messed up stuff, he has a heart – a huge one – that will always be committed to his brothers.

Debra Anastasia has worked magic with the entire Poughkeepsie series and I think she has done a brilliant job bringing all together with this final book. There is love and pain and loyalty the true meaning of family. Although it breaks my heart to think of saying goodbye to these guys (seriously – tears in my eyes).

This series has not just been a great read, it’s been a journey and one that will be in my heart forever.

“Never Alone”

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When she ducked under the bleachers, he was a dick, right off the bat. His buzz was wearing off, but he was still high and broken at the closeness of her. “You’re missing your boyfriend during his lawn ballet.” He assumed a stance—douche mixed with confrontational—that he knew stopped people. It set up his walls real nice. With everyone.

Everyone but her. She walked right up to him. She pushed him hard once, twice, until his back hit one of the supports. And then she slapped him.

He took the slap and rolled his eyes. “That all you got for me, pink princess?”

And then she was kissing him. Oh, God. Kissing him and palming him with the same ferociousness he felt. He grabbed the metal behind him to keep from attacking her and nailing her right on the concrete floor littered with cigarettes and chip bags.

She pulled away and slapped him again, growling, “Fuck you, Beckett Taylor. Don’t you ever do that to me again. I’m worth more than that, and you know it.” She stepped back, leaving cold space and his heated erection between them.

He swallowed, his pounding heart trying to beat some common sense into his brain again. It wasn’t working. He let go of the bleachers and advanced. “You have some fucking nerve. You’re the one up there prom-queening it with goddamn Ryler.”

She stood her ground as he came at her. And he knew he was intimidating. Shit, full-grown men stepped aside when he was coming. But Candy raised her chin. He was amazed at the fight in her, right there. He pulled her into a dip, just like fucking Pyler had, except he did it like a man who wanted a woman and knew what to do with her body. Candy needed to push him away; she needed to turn her head.

Instead she groaned and bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. He put his hand between her legs and dragged it up to her breast, squeezing hard so she would feel it through her coat. She sunk her nails into the skin at his neck. She was a buried treasure. He was sure as fuck no one knew about this side of her. Only he could get her panting like she was. He spanked her bottom once.

“Ow.” She was shocked.

He stopped kissing and looked her in the face as he spanked her again, more forcefully this time.

Her “Ow” was quieter, and the hunger in her eyes far deeper than her years.

Again he spanked her. And this time she purred. Fucking purred. He began slow, circular caresses over the denim that covered her ass. He was desperate to see the red imprints from his hand.

“Fuck it.” Beckett picked her up and set her back against the metal support he’d tried to cling to before.

They weren’t alone. Red tips of cigarettes glowed, gentle murmurs of illicit behavior could be heard if you knew how to listen for trouble. Still, he held her against the pole and mimicked the motions he was desperate to do with her. He dropped his mouth to the zipper on her coat, which kept her safe from all his intentions. He used his teeth to pull it down to her cleavage. He buried his face, licking and nuzzling her sweet-smelling neck. He used his chin to move material so he could access more of her chest. She smelled like goddamn candy. His dick could pack gunpowder in a cannon it was so fucking hard.

After a moment, the murmurs added up. Too many. He glanced around and noticed the cigarettes being stubbed out. He let his prize slide down the metal gently. He leaned down to kiss her lips, then her forehead, right under the edge of her fuzzy hat before whispering, “Go. Cops are here. Go.”

And then Candy, sweet-smelling, homework-doing Candy, stuck her hand in his jacket’s hidden pocket and took the gun out. He pulled her hands and his gun close to make sure the safety was on before letting her tuck it into her bra.

“Anything else?” she asked.

And then he slipped the rest of the merchandise in his left pocket into her right one. She turned and left.

“And don’t you ever talk to me again, Taylor. I have a boyfriend!” She stormed away as the resource officer stepped up next to him.

“You have a way with the ladies, son.”

“I’m not your son.”

“That’s the truth right there. ’Cause if you were, you’d be on that field kicking footballs instead of selling at my school.”

When Beckett was let off with a warning due to lack of evidence, his one thought was of her. Candy was so perfect for him it hurt.

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