Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Cover Reveal For Beautiful Broken (University of Branton #2) by Nazarea Andrews

Beautiful Broken by Nazarea Andrews
University of Branton, #2
October 2013


She's been broken by her past. He's been breaking for as long as he can remember.

Together, they can make each other whole--or destroy each other.

When his best friend asks for something, Dane rarely says no. But babysitting a newly sober Scout Grimes for three weeks isn't exactly a normal request. And with their history, it's a recipe for disaster. Not to mention, she's drop dead gorgeous and he can't touch her.

There are few people Scout trusts as much as Dane Guillot. He's always been her safe place, where nothing can hurt her. He's also been the only man she's never let herself want--screwing up their friendship isn't worth one amazing night together.

They have too much history, and too much personal baggage to ever work. But if they are willing to take a chance on love--it might be worth the risk.


BEAUTIFUL BROKEN by Nazarea Andrews

"What did Heidi want?" 

I blink, trying to focus on the bathroom, when Heidi had accompanied me, despite my need to be alone. "Um. She wanted to let me know the invitation to Aspen included us both. If that's what it'd take to get you to agree, anyway." 

His eyebrows furrow a little, and his grip on the wheel tightens. No matter what he might have said, how he might have left, Dane has to be hurting—leaving his father like that can't be easy. Tripp, for all that he's a disgusting, ambitious old perv, is all Dane has left. 

"Dane," I say softly, "you can go. Spending time with him is a good idea." 

He shoots me a disbelieving look, and I shrug. "He's your dad, D. You don't need to stay because of me." 

Dane snorts and turns away. Turns up the music so it's throbbing through the Viper like a living thing. Clearly, we're done discussing it. I lean back in my seat and stare out the window, at the cars passing us on the highway. 

When we reach Branton, he stops for subs since neither of us actually ate our dinner, then takes us home. I'm gathering my purse and shoes when he opens my door. I glance at him curiously—in the darkness, he's barely visible, just the planes of his face lit by the moonlight. It's somehow ominous. I shiver, but give him my hand and let him draw me out of the car. He closes the door, then pushes me against it, pinning me between the Viper and his large, hard body. I inhale sharply as I feel his erection pressing against me. He dips down, kissing me gently, soft, almost chaste kisses along the line of my neck. "Scout, I need you to understand something." 

I nod, helplessly. 

"I'm not staying here with you because I need to. I'm staying because there is literally no place I would rather be than with you." 

I shudder at the brutal honesty in his voice, and he catches me to him in a spine bending hug. It's too much too soon. Last night—our first time—seems ages ago, but it was less than twenty four hours. 

"He's your father," I whisper as he kisses a line up my jaw, licking at my pulse point. 

"Doesn't matter," Dane murmurs. "You’re my family." 

Author Information: 

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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