Friday, June 10, 2016



DIRTY SEXY SECRET by Nazarea Andrews
An adult, contemporary romance (Green County, #1)
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BLURB:
Even when you know better….
There are a million reasons why Hazel Campton is off limits: she’s a journalist. I’m a cop. Oh, and she’s my foster sister.
My secret is I didn’t care. I haven’t stopped wanting her since I slept with her the night before she left.
She’s trouble. Always has been.

It’s hard to resist the thing you’ve always wanted…
Growing up with Brandon Archer means I know him. Good. Bad. Everything in between.
It’s just never mattered.
My secret? That night. The one I stole, that’s kept me from Archer and Green County, for four years.
Now I’m home, and nothing has changed. Except me. And not in the way that means a damn thing.
Because I still want him.

Everything can change with a knock at the door…
Secrets. Everyone has them. Archer. Me. This town.
Perfection only runs surface deep in Green County. When there’s a knock at me door, it’s a familiar face all covered in danger, and all those secrets we hide? They’re about to come tumbling out.

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


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   EXCERPT:
I thought I remembered. Id spent so many nights, hand between my thighs, remembering. So many second dates, comparing some sweet stranger to what I wasnt allowed to have.

And I was wrong.

God I was wrong. Because this is real, all sweet sugar and tart mint and Archer and even my memories, as good as they were, pale in comparison.

To the flex of his fingers on my hips, digging in with this delicious pressure.

To the heavy weight of him, pressing me into the counter, his hand braced against the small of my back, keeping it from digging in.

To the sweeping pressure of his lips, rubbing against mine, until he nips at my lower lip, catches it between his own and tugs and I gasp.

And its all over. Everything.

Archer sweeps in, like he did when we were kids and I needed to be saved, like he did when we were teens and a boyfriend made me cry, like hes done every fucking time in my life.

His hands come up and frame my face, angles me just the way he wants, and he drinks me down.

Fucking devours me, his lips a goddamn tsunami force above me, knocking me out to sea, drowning me, ripping me apart and then.

Oh god, and then.

His tongue, soft and gentle, stroking along like a whisper, like a promise, his thumbs smoothing over my cheekbones, sweeping down to press against my throat.

Tethering me as I moan, soft and hungry, into him, putting me back together as I shudder in his grasp.

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