11/25/2015

Poughkeepsie Begins by Debra Anastasia Interview + Review


Welcome to My Book Snack's stop on the Poughkeepsie Begins Blog Tour!
Today we have a short interview with Debra Anastasia, an excerpt, giveaway, and my review.

It is my pleasure to feature Author Debra Anastasia on My Book Snack! I’ve been a regular reader and fan of her books from the beginning. I’m super excited that she’s here to talk about Poughkeepsie Begins, the final installment to her Poughkeepsie Brotherhood series and also the prequel to the series! She ends with how it all begins!
Please give a warm welcome to Debra Anastasia…

G:  Hi, Debra, how are you doing today? For those that don’t already know, please tell us a little about yourself and the books you write.
D:  I’m great! I hope you are as well. I’m a weirdo, mom and wife that writes romance novels that are sort of out the norm.

G:  I’ve followed this series from the start. I love it hardcore! What prompted you to write a prequel to the Poughkeepsie Brotherhood series?
D:  The readers weren’t done with the boys yet, and I’ve learned to always listen to them. They have never sent me in the wrong direction. Since fanfiction, they have always been a compass for me.
G:  I'm so glad you listen when they speak to you as their stories are so endearing.

G:  Is there a scene in Poughkeepsie Begins that is your favorite and that you can share a little with us?
D:  My favorite scene in PB has to be the fire drill. The boys are in school, and Blake is having a panic attack about the sun. When Beckett and Cole figure it out, they both run back into the building to help him cover for his attack. It’s just such a brotherhood scene. And they handle Blake’s attacks as well as teen boys could.
G:  I absolutely adored that particular scene!

G:  What would you would like to say to your readers? What can fans expect next from you?
D:  My readers are just love. They are the most caring, imaginative women and a few dudes, on the planet. Next up I have a paranormal superhero female and a time travel book. I’m also writing a middle grade book with my daughter. There will be a small except from a Beckett and Candy meeting when they are adults on the 7th of December too.
G:  Sounds like exciting stuff happening. I'm looking forward to your next one!

G:  Since it’s the season of Thanksgiving, what are you most thankful for?
D:  My family. Everyday you get to just be with the people you love is the best day ever.

Quickie bits & bites questions:
Sweet or savory? Sweet
What is the most unusual item in your kitchen? The second, non-working microwave.
Favorite holiday treat? I think my favorite is candy canes. They are just nice flash back treats and also good for heartburn.


Thank you so much, Debra, for stopping by and answering a few questions. Congratulations on the release of Poughkeepsie Begins! ~Grace

I adore you Grace, thank you for taking the time to interview me! Happy Thanksgiving. ~Debra Anastasia


Title: Poughkeepsie Begins
Author: Debra Anastasia
Series: Poughkeepsie Brotherhood 0.5/4
Release Date: November 22, 2015

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 hope.

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

Source: e-ARC from Author
This is my honest review.
Rating: 5 Stars ~ EXCELLENT

A shining prequel/ending to a cult favorite series!

So, I’m entering this review as a long-time fan of the Poughkeepsie Brotherhood series. I’ve been reading Debra Anastasia’s stories before Poughkeepsie was even published. I’ve fallen in love with the characters she created and the heartbreaking but beautiful journey she gave them throughout the series. I was quite content with how book 3, Saving Poughkeepsie, ended. Basically, I didn’t think I needed more…until I read Poughkeepsie Begins!

Poughkeepsie Begins is the prequel to the series and a cherry-on-top for “Pough” fans. Beckett, Blake, and Cole are seventeen, living together in the same foster home, and trying to survive the hard life handed to them in the best way possible. If you’ve ever heard nightmares about the foster care system, well, Ms. Anastasia uses a horrible situation as a building block to how these three teenage boys bond to become brothers. It’s heart-twisting, dark, and not pretty; however, there are several shining moments as well. Beckett Taylor is one of my all-time favorite bad boys, and this particular story sheds light on his very first love.

Poughkeepsie Begins is one of those stories that you can read first if you’re new to the series. It will only make you want to read more about Beckett, Blake and Cole. If you’re reading after Saving Poughkeepsie, then this story will just enhance your experience as you end this remarkable and touching journey of sacrifice, life, and love. Thank you, Debra Anastasia, for sharing your characters with all of us! Each and every one of them has warmed my heart and mind several times over throughout this series!

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Poughkeepsie Brotherhood series reading order
Book 0.5/4: Poughkeepsie Begins (can be read before or after the series)
Book 1: Poughkeepsie
Book 2: Return to Poughkeepsie
Book 3: Saving Poughkeepsie

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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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