Saturday, July 16, 2016

Blog Tour: Dirty Stolen Forever by Nazarea Andrews

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Colt Rayburn loved Aiden Delvin, once. A lifetime ago. Before duty and the Marines took him a world away, chewed him up and spit him out.

Aiden would have waited forever for Colt to come back. But Colt didn’t want that, and he’s rebuilt his life. Without the man he loves.

When Colt comes home from a deployment that went wrong, Aiden is there. Inexplicably back in Green County and impossible to resist. He swore he’d never go back to that place, never destroy Aiden the way he had when he walked away the first time.

But Aiden grew up and changed too, while Colt played war hero.

Both of them know what they want. After all this time. But can a love story that destroyed them once be rebuilt, when life and duty still hangs over them both… 

The second in a sexy new series about Green County, and the people who serve there.



The door to the USO building swings open, and I straighten. Fucking finally. The famous photographer is late.

I apologize. My brother had an emergency, he says, and two things register.

Hes lying.

And its fucking Aiden.

I swallow the coffee thats stuck in my throat, choking me, and turn. Listen halfheartedly as Naomi talks to him about what shes thinking.

And I fucking drink him in.

Like Ive wanted to do since I saw him in The Sticks, two days ago. Like Ive wanted to do since I saw him in the airplane hangar, and even before that.

Since the moment I left him.

Hes nodding as Naomi talks, and shifting his bags. Hes wearing black pants, a white button down and tie thats already too loose, like hes been tugging at it in irritation, and a suit jacket.

Its ridiculous and so hot that for a moment I cant get past that. Its like my mind stumbles over the fucking perfection that is Aidens long, lean body wrapped in a suit. I remember that body. I remember it too fucking well, and I know what its covering and for some twisted reason I dont want to look at, that just makes the whole thing more distracting.


My gaze snaps up, to his. Naomi is gone, left while I was still staring, lost in memories and lust. His eyes are faintly amused as he cocks an eyebrow. Did you hear anything Naomi said?

I flush and he presses his lips together.

He used to do that when he was amused by me and trying not to show it.

I didnt expect it to be you, he says, softly, a tiny explanation. He turns away from me, and arranges his bags on a nearby table.

Avoiding my gaze. I frown.

You wouldnt have come, if you had known.

Its not a question, so I dont make it one. But he nods anyway.

Aiden, I groan, and he flinches.

Fucking flinches.

Listen, man…”

Where do you want to take the pictures? he asks, stepping away, like he knows Im reaching for his arm. Like he knows and cant allow me to touch him.

Jesus, how badly did I fuck up this poor bastard? Its been years since I joined the Marines, and left him. Why is he acting like I did this shit six months ago?

He glances at me, and I give him a crooked smile. Can we talk about this, Aiden?

Blue eyes, cool. Theres nothing to talk about, he says.

Why were you late? He frowns, and hesitates. I smirk. Youre never late.

I was never late. People change in eight years. He corrects me, almost absently. Hes already pulling out cameras, checking the lens or some shit that doesnt actually make sense, and I take a step closer.

He tenses.

What the fuck am I doing?

I take another step, and my chest brushes against his arm. And he doesnt move away from me.

Aiden has never moved away.



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Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binges watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.


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