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DIRTY STOLEN FOREVER Blurb
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.
Excerpt
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.
He’s lying.
And its fucking Aiden.
I swallow the coffee that’s stuck in my throat, choking me, and turn. Listen halfheartedly as
Naomi talks to him about what she’s thinking.
And I fucking drink him in.
Like I’ve wanted
to do since I saw him in The Sticks, two days ago. Like I’ve wanted to do since I saw him in the airplane hangar, and even
before that.
Since the moment I left him.
He’s nodding as Naomi talks, and shifting his bags. He’s wearing black pants, a white button down and tie that’s already too loose, like he’s been tugging at it in irritation, and a suit jacket.
It’s ridiculous and so hot that for a moment I can’t get past that. It’s like my
mind stumbles over the fucking perfection that is Aiden’s long, lean body wrapped in a suit. I remember that body. I remember
it too fucking well, and I know what it’s covering and for some twisted reason I don’t want to look at, that just makes the whole thing more distracting.
“Colt.”
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 didn’t 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 wouldn’t have
come, if you had known.”
It’s not a question, so I don’t 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 I’m reaching
for his arm. Like he knows and can’t allow me to touch him.
Jesus, how badly did I fuck up this poor bastard? It’s 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. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he says.
“Why were you late?” He frowns, and hesitates. I smirk. “You’re never late.”
“I was never late. People change in eight years.” He corrects me,
almost absently. He’s already
pulling out cameras, checking the lens or some shit that doesn’t 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
doesn’t move away from me.
Aiden has never moved away.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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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