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.
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DIRTY STOLEN FOREVER
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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
Nazarea Andrews' Bio:
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 binging 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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