Cover Reveal: Sweet Ugly Lies (Green County #3) by Nazarea Andrews

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Cover Reveal: Sweet Ugly Lies (Green County #3) by Nazarea AndrewsTitle: Sweet Ugly Lies
Author: Nazarea Andrews
Series: Green County #3
Published by A&A Literary
Release Date December 2016
Genres: Erotic Romance, M/M Romance, Romantic Suspense
More Info: Goodreads
Gabriel Delvin is three things: a problem, a liar and irresistible. Elijah Beasley’s known that for years. He knew it the first time they fell into bed together, and he knew when he walked away from Gabe, unwilling to put up with more lies. The problem is he keeps going back.

Elijah Beasley is three things: a cop, a fucking problem, and Gabe’s. Gabriel Delvin’s known that for as long as he can remember. It’s why they fell into bed together, and why Gabriel stayed in Green County, when all sense said to get out.

But as the underbelly of crime in Green County comes boiling to the surface, Gabe is forced to choose between the man he’s always loved, and the family who never abandoned him.

Love has never been the problem for these two.

It just might not be enough, this time…

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Title: Sweet Ugly Lies

Series: Green County #3

Genre: Erotic M/M Romantic Suspense

Author: Nazarea Andrews

Release Date: December 2016

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A Note from N

Gabe was never a planned character. He showed up in the first chapter of Dirty Sexy Secret, and made himself at home. He dug under my skin while I wrote Dirty Stolen Forever, this mischievous background character that was begging me to tell his story. I wasn’t going to. Remi was next. And I was so excited to share his story.

But.

Gabe was here first and patient. So here he is. You can read a tiny bridge short story from Gabe’s POV now, and make sure to grab Sweet Ugly Lies on release day!

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Carrot Cake and Ugly Lies

Read all of Elijah and Gabriel’s story in Sweet Ugly Lies

I make a cake for a man who may never show up.

That’s the thing. The bitch of it all. I’m waiting. And he fucking knows it. And I can’t make myself stop.

I texted him earlier, and got the standard response.

We need to talk.

Which I then ignored because whatever the fuck else we are, talking isn’t something Elijah Beasley and I have ever done.

I see no reason to change that now.

The simple truth of it all–the one I sure as hell won’t admit to my baby brother sitting drunk and picking at the chocolate cupcake he’s holding, or Elijah or fuck, even Hazel–is that I miss him.

I miss Eli.

He’s cooled things off between us, has hidden behind his sister and his fucking badge and I should let him.

Fuck, I know I should let him. Getting involved with Eli had only ever been a bad idea.

Doesn’t mean I’ve ever considered walking away. Doesn’t mean I don’t want him. If anything, it makes the whole fucked up mess more tempting.

Aiden is humming morose questions into my shoulder and I kinda want to shove a cupcake in his face just to shut him up. There is a knock on the door and I sit up. I hadn’t heard that ridiculous Roadrunner that Eli sometimes borrowed from Archer.

Maybe it was Colt, come to further screw over my brother.

And that was just an infuriating thought.

It’s not though. Well. It is. But if Colt is standing there with wide worried eyes and a hopeful twist to his lips, so is Eli, his face blank and his big hands shoved into his pockets. Watching silently.

I hate him for his impassive stare. For the way he never seems affected by anything.

Well, except when I’m riding him and he’s cursing and pouring filth down my ear like a fucking porn star.

I don’t even look at him as Aiden takes Colt by the wrist and leads him away, and if my baby brother pulling a Marine around like a bad puppy isn’t amusing, nothing is or ever will be.

I turn without looking at him. “I need coffee.”

Eli huffs a little, trailing me into the house. His fingers find my hips when he comes up behind me in the kitchen.

He’s so fucking big. Six foot and some change, with shoulders so broad they make me itch to rake my fingers over them. To dig my nails in them while I fuck him and lick a path down between them.

I roll my hips, still in his hands, into his dick and he laughs. A strangled noise that tells me I’m getting to him.

“Didn’t come here for sex, Gabe,” he says, his voice breathy and low against my skin. I shudder and he groans, pushing into me.

“Whatdya want then?”

“I want you to talk to me, Gabe,” he murmurs and I freeze.

Talk.

About those two days and those ice cold bastards. About being held by the twins and Hanna.

All the things I wish I could tell him and I can’t. The words stick in my throat and I shake my head. I feel his huff of annoyance and I twist in his grip. “C’mon, Gigantor. Talking is overrated.” I smear a little frosting from his cake on my finger and lick it clean while he watched, his eyes going dark.

“You can’t avoid this forever, Gabe.”

It’s been almost three weeks since I fucked him. Since before I was kidnapped and Aiden arrived in my house and Eli started treating me like spun glass.

So fuck talking. I lick my finger clean and then grab him by the shaggy long hair that is just a little ridiculous and so fucking hot I can’t stand it.

Use it to drag him down until I can kiss him and lick the taste of sugar and spice and pecans into his mouth.

And it works.

Because whatever else we are. Whatever fucked up ugly lies are between us.

This is true. This is our center.

He groans into my mouth and hitches me up, until my ass hits the counter and the cake pushes across it, smearing frosting as he fucks into mouth with long wet strokes of his tongue.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow we’ll talk. And I’ll lie to him. But tonight.

Tonight there is only this sweet truth.

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Green County is a sexy new series of standalone romances, set in a sleepy small town America. It’s the story of the men and women who serve the County–cops and doctors and lawyers and teachers–and the ordinary lives they lead, and the extraordinary loves they find.
It’s sexy and sweet and angsty.
Welcome to Green County. You’re gonna love it here.

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Dirty Sexy Secret

(Green County #1)

Amazon US

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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.


Dirty Stolen Forever

(Green County #2)

Amazon US

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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…

About Nazarea Andrews

Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate 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, and overgrown dog

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