Today we are celebrating the release of BEFORE & AFTER by Nazarea Andrews. This book is a New Adult contemporary romance. Be sure to check out the giveaway below for a beautiful necklace and signed copy.
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BEFORE & AFTER BOOK BLURB:Rike and Peyton fell in love in college. A boy from the wrong side of the tracks, covered in ink and crooning in a bar is the last person a straight laced girl with a art major should fall for, but his rough edges made her jagged, alive, shaving away the coddled southern princess and revealing a soul wild and brilliant. They fell in love, despite her family and his past and all the reasons why it wouldn't work--and with their best friends, they made a life. Everyone was supposed to live happily ever after. They, more than anyone, knows that life doesn't go according to plan. Rike and Peyton fell in love in college. A boy with a guitar, and a poet's heart, and a girl with freckles dusted over her nose, a perfect fucking fairy tale. But what happens when the fairy tale doesn't fall apart--but is forgotten?
BEFORE & AFTER by Nazarea Andrews
I squeeze my eyes closed. I knew it was coming, but still—to hear it said so bluntly is like running headlong into a brick wall. I shift, so I’m lying across his chest. The koi on his arm stares up at me through the shield of seaweed and coral, and I study it.
“I love that one,” I say. He chuckles, and I prop myself up, glaring at him. “What?”
“You should. It’s yours.” My mouth falls open and he laughs again. “Why the hell does that surprise you? Half my ink is because of you.”
“Tell me,” I demand.
He pushes off the bed, and stands naked next to me. I make a small hum of appreciation and Rike laughs again. “Stop. Focus.”
With some effort—and a good deal of reluctance—I force my attention from the more interesting bits of his anatomy to the ink he’s pointing at.
I’m a patchwork across his body. The pinup girl on his ribcage with her head turned away, and long red hair. The script wrapped around his right wrist. The matching swallows on his back. And the koi, the brilliant tattoo that’s captivated me since I woke up in the hospital.
“Why do you call me Fish?” I ask, tracing it.
“People say there’s plenty of fish in the sea. I say, fuck you, she was my sea.”
My breath catches and I glance up at hm. Let my lips curve into a tiny smile. “Doesn’t take mean I’m Sea?”
He shifts, covering me and sliding into me in one move that makes my laugh catch in my throat. Turn into a broken groan.
“Fish sounds better,” he whispers, watching me.
I whimper, and he smiles, a smile so fucking beautiful and sad it makes me want to cry. Moves in me, slow and sweet, his lips on my neck and shoulders and lips, whispering sweet, dirty words of love while he makes love to me, until I gasp, my body arching against him as I come apart.
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