Thursday, February 11, 2016





She isn't mine. But I will damn us both to keep her...


The face that launched a thousand ships...

I grew up knowing my destiny. Daddy pounded it in my head, my brother repeated it every day of my life. I was the only daughter of the Orsi crime syndicate, the pretty prize that would bring peace. My one job was to marry Callum Sheehan, the vicious head of the Irish mob in Chicago.
I never questioned my future–until I saw him.

The man who was never meant to love her…

I wasn’t going to the wedding. It’s shit that my brother does, things our father requires of the heir of the Sosa cartel. Not me. I’m the black sheep, the one Mama spoiled, and my father loves, but without the pressure of expectation. But Sheehan is too big a deal for me to blow off.
And then I see her.

The love that started a war…

She isn’t mine. She will never be mine. I watch her fall apart when she thinks no one is watching. I watch her marry another man. I watch her bravery. And I don’t care who she belongs to or that it will start a war between our families.
I will damn us both to possess her, and burn down the world to keep her.

A modern erotic retelling of Helen of Troy, and the epic love that brought an empire to its knees.

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STARDUST DESTINY by Nazarea Andrews


Her smile is like the fucking sunrise, and then she kisses me.

It’s light. A soft, feather light brush of her lips against my cheek, almost thoughtless.

It squeezes something in my chest, and I force myself to stay still, and not turn and catch her lips with my own. The cabbie clears his throat and I glance out the window. I send a message to my brother, and pay the driver, before slipping out of the cab to stand at her side.

“What do you want?” I ask, glancing at her.

She doesn’t respond, just walks toward the beach. It’s a wide stretch of dirty sand and tourists’ footprints. The wind is stronger here, racing across the open expanse of Lake Michigan before slamming into the city. It’s ripping her hair back and pulling her dress against her body. For a second, standing there, she’s flawless and untouchable. She looks like some ancient goddess, picking her way across the rocks and sand to dip her toes in the water.

“Come on, nice boy. Don’t leave me now,” she teases, and I grin. There she is. The girl from the roof, peeking out to smile at me from behind the furious girl in the club.


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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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