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September 26, 2016

Broken God Tour: Excerpt

BROKEN GOD by Nazarea Andrews is now live!

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BLURB:

Power is a strange and broken thing.

He was the sun god, the god of healing and song.

And prophecy.

Apollo has lived alone for centuries, content to spin out the years wandering a new and strange world, lost in the past and endless versions of the future. He has cut all ties with the remains of Olympus and his power, and hidden himself in humanity.

His twin thinks he’s depressed, spending his time in coffee shops, hospital waiting rooms, and concert halls…and nothing matters. Not really.

Until her.

Iris. With her teasing mouth and soulful music and eyes that remind him of the past.

He can’t resist her smile.

A girl as wild as he was, once, with a poet’s tongue and the body of a siren, who for one night makes him forget all the years and everything he gave up.

And he can’t stop fate.

Gods knows he’s tried.

He can’t help taking her.

Even if he knows better.

When Iris wakes up screaming, caught up in visions of the future, Apollo realizes that he didn’t leave his power quite as far behind as he thought.

He’s the god of prophecy and he’s been running from it, for centuries.

Iris is everything he has to avoid.

Now he has a furious Oracle on his hands, his sister trying to fix him, and someone is killing the gods.

It’s not just his tenuous sanity that hangs in the balance this time.

It’s all of Olympus.

Godhood really wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

Artemis slams through the door.

She is still wearing her ceremonial garb. Her hounds are seething at her sides, and her eyes are cold and deadly as she storms through the door of my apartment and into the tiny kitchen with all the force of a midnight storm. Just as cruel and cold and devastating.

"Artie," I say, my voice dry and vaguely annoyed.

She ignores me, stalking closer to Iris, who sits still and wide-eyed as a goddess examines her for faults.

I'm kind of absurdly proud of my girl for not squirming under that gaze. I've seen fucking Hades squirm under it. My sister is a sweetheart, for sure, but she's also the goddess of the hunt, and she's a fucking force to be reckoned with.

"What the fuck are you doing with my brother?" she snarls, her voice low and deliberate. Like the quiet pad of a predator stalking its prey.

"I think I'm having coffee, if he ever remembers that's what he was supposed to be doing in the kitchen," Iris says, giving me a dirty look.

I jolt into action and watch from the corner of my eye as Artemis stares down at my new Oracle.

"What favor did you extract for this power?" she snaps, furious. She's almost shaking with it and for a heartbeat, I wonder if Iris will be the exception to this rule, too.

My handmaidens are toys to be played with and broken. My priests are the same. I've never lifted a hand to stop Artemis from venting her anger against my chosen.

But my Oracle has always been untouchable. Maybe it's because she knew Del, the first one, and she has a sentimental streak (that she vehemently denies) or maybe it's because she doesn't want to test me. Doesn't want to pit her considerable strength against my own.

Maybe it's a simple as she knows that my Oracle is special to me, and won't raise a hand against her because she doesn't want to hurt me.

Whatever the reason, my Oracle has never been touched. Has never been harmed. Not by Artemis. But now, watching the way my sister bristles and snarls, and stares at the unblinking Oracle in her sun chair, my kitten in her lap, I wonder if now she will.

Artie has spent most of the past few thousand years, worried about me and tending to me in my madness. An insanity brought on because I am an idiot and refused to listen when Del said, so many years ago, that some prophecies are not meant for even me.

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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September 22, 2016

Release Day Celebration: Broken God by Nazarea Andrews

Today we are celebrating the release of BROKEN GOD by Nazarea Andrews. Broken God is an adult contemporary fantasy, standalone novel. Check out the buy links and the excerpt below. The book is on sale for .99¢ for 2 days ONLY!

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BROKEN GOD Blurb:

Power is a strange and broken thing.

He was the sun god, the god of healing and song.

And prophecy.

Apollo has lived alone for centuries, content to spin out the years wandering a new and strange world, lost in the past and endless versions of the future. He has cut all ties with the remains of Olympus and his power, and hidden himself in humanity.

His twin thinks he’s depressed, spending his time in coffee shops, hospital waiting rooms, and concert halls…and nothing matters. Not really.

Until her.

Iris. With her teasing mouth and soulful music and eyes that remind him of the past.

He can’t resist her smile.

A girl as wild as he was, once, with a poet’s tongue and the body of a siren, who for one night makes him forget all the years and everything he gave up.

And he can’t stop fate.

Gods knows he’s tried.

He can’t help taking her.

Even if he knows better.

When Iris wakes up screaming, caught up in visions of the future, Apollo realizes that he didn’t leave his power quite as far behind as he thought.

He’s the god of prophecy and he’s been running from it, for centuries.

Iris is everything he has to avoid.

Now he has a furious Oracle on his hands, his sister trying to fix him, and someone is killing the gods.

It’s not just his tenuous sanity that hangs in the balance this time.

It’s all of Olympus.

Godhood really wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

There are a few things that will never change, despite everything else that has. When I call, my sister will come. Always. It is the unshakable truth that my entire world is built on, from my first memories to this day. So when I piece it together, I don’t think. I slide my phone out, even in the hospital room while Iris murmurs at her brother and Heath eyes me like I might break her. Stupid boy. I already have. I text her and slide the phone away. I don’t need to watch to know she’ll answer, any more than I need the answer to know she’ll be at my apartment when we return. This is Artemis, who has made a life of taking care of me and worrying about me. I listen to Heath and Lily talk around Iris, listen to her increasingly fragmented babble, and when Heath sends Lily a confused look, I intervene. Catch her hand and let a thin trickle of power seep from me to her. “We had a very long day, and she didn’t sleep well. I think I should probably take her home and let her get some rest. Do you mind?” Heath does. I can tell, the way he’s bristling but Iris slumps into me and yawns, impressively, backing up every lie I’m spinning. “I’ll be back tomorrow, ok? You just. You rest. I’ll be back tomorrow.” She’s still looking over her shoulder when I pull her from the room. Her eyes are wide and serious when we duck into a stairwell. "What happened to him?" she asks. Staring at me like I might give her answers. Like she has the right to demand answers from me. Smart girl. I tuck her hair back, behind her ears and ignore the low growl of warning it earns me. "If I promise to tell you when we reach my apartment. Will you trust me a little bit longer, sweetheart?" Her eyes narrow. "Last time we got to your apartment, you and I didn't do much in the way of talking." I grin at that. Because. Fair point.

August 9, 2016

Cover Reveal: Broken God by Nazarea Andrews

Today we are having a cover reveal for BROKEN GOD by Nazarea Andrews. This book will release September 22nd and will be up for pre-order soon. Broken God is an adult contemporary fantasy, standalone novel. Check out the exclusive excerpt below.

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BROKEN GOD Blurb:

Power is a strange and broken thing. He was the sun god, the god of healing and song. And prophecy. Apollo has lived alone for centuries, content to spin out the years wandering a new and strange world, lost in the past and endless versions of the future. He has cut all ties with the remains of Olympus and his power, and hidden himself in humanity. His twin thinks he’s depressed, spending his time in coffee shops, hospital waiting rooms, and concert halls…and nothing matters. Not really. Until her. Iris. With her teasing mouth and soulful music and eyes that remind him of the past. He can’t resist her smile. A girl as wild as he was, once, with a poet’s tongue and the body of a siren, who for one night makes him forget all the years and everything he gave up. And he can’t stop fate. Gods knows he’s tried. He can’t help taking her. Even if he knows better. When Iris wakes up screaming, caught up in visions of the future, Apollo realizes that he didn’t leave his power quite as far behind as he thought. He’s the god of prophecy and he’s been running from it, for centuries. Iris is everything he has to avoid. Now he has a furious Oracle on his hands, his sister trying to fix him, and someone is killing the gods. It’s not just his tenuous sanity that hangs in the balance this time. It’s all of Olympus. Godhood really wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

A Note From N: A few months ago, a friend tagged me in a writing prompt. The word was Apollo and the 500 word short story inspired this book. The Greek pantheon has always been a favorite of mine, and slipping back into that world was intoxicating. I couldn’t shake my slightly crazy Apollo who liked coffee and lived a little too mortal for a god. So I wrote this book, even though I shouldn’t. Because I couldn’t not. Because I loved it and I needed to write something that wrapped me up and consumed me. And this was it. I hope you give my crazy god a chance and I hope you love him as much as I do.

I spend a lot of time walking.

Artie says its in my nature. That I will eternally chase the sun. But then, my twin is a bit annoying. I just like to walk.

Back when the world was young and I was young, I rode the winds and sunbeams, and when that got old, I walked.

I met Del there. On a dusty road outside what would one day become an empire’s capitol, and then turn to dust.

I met many people on the road, over the years.

But that doesn’t matter.

Today matters.

Artie says I spend more time in my head than I do in reality, and that’s part of my problem. I think reality is a little bit fucked up when you’re an immortal god, but I’ve long since stopped arguing with her.

I wake before the sun rises. Always. Slip into a pair of scuffed up jeans and loose flipflops that look like they’ll fall apart but that fit like a second skin. I wiggle my toes around and tug on a black tshirt and a beanie over my long hair, and then I push out into the darkness.

I live in the center of the city, in a shitty walkup apartment over a Korean takeout place. It’s dirty and needs to be ripped down and rebuilt, and the lights in the hallway don’t work—neither does the deadbolt.

But it does the job, and it’s close to three of my favorite coffee shop and a little bar that has the best indie bands on the weekends. Sometimes, when I leave the windows open, I can hear the music from my bed, and I don’t even have to leave the apartment to get my fix.

But now, the sun is rising and with it, me.

There’s a spot, a few miles from my place, that I can go. Climb to the top of the ten story building and sit on the edge of the roof, my feet dangling into nothing. It’s not the tallest building—there are others that obscure my vision, but there’s a sliver of horizon, where everything breaks perfectly to let me see for miles.

I wait for her here.

My sister thinks it’s ridiculous for the god of the sun to live in a place that is perpetually covered in cloud.

What she doesn’t understand, what she’s never understood is that my power isn’t bound just because I can’t see her.

I can feel the sun.

I can feel the way the air lightens and the heavy weight of darkness eases back, a little. The way the power that is mine, that I have mostly ignored for centuries, tingles awake like a limb that hasn’t been used in too long. Tempting to shake out and flex, just to make the pins and needles pain go away.

I shove that down and twist my ring and tilt my head back, until I’m smiling into the clouds, and far beyond the dreary gray, my girl rises to greet the day, and me.

I sit there for a long time, while the sun creeps up and the city comes awake. It’s a strange place for me to choose as my own, but I like it. It reminds me of the little temple where Del lived, all those centuries ago. She always liked the way the mist clung to the grass and the way the shadows played in the valleys and between the sides of the mountains. She would tease and tell me that even as powerful as I was, I did not rule everything.

Del always liked knocking me into my place. Liked to forget that I was a god.

A wide eyed girl shaking with terror and screaming with visions, cowering from me.

I blink.

A girl with a smirk and violet eyes that seem worried and ancient, and her fingers dig into her skin, drawing blood even as she laughs and kisses me.

Del.

I shudder and sway on the edge of the roof. The past is blurry. So damn blurry, but there are moments that stand out, sharp and painful.

This is a bad idea, Father.

I smile, tight and bitter. She would be so proud of herself, that she was right. My girl was always damn good at reaching into the future, even further than the ones who came before her.

I shake that thought, shake the fingers of madness that clutch too tight today, and push myself off the edge of the building. Power scratches along my skin, clawing at my shoulder and I dangle there, balanced on my toes on the edge of the building, poised between sky and sun and nothingness.

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March 21, 2016

Release Day Blitz: Personal Apocalypse by Nazarea Andrews

Today we are celebrating the release of PERSONAL APOCALYPSE by Nazarea Andrews. Personal Apocalypse is an adult dystopian, standalone novel, that is the first in a spin-off in the world of The World Without End series. Check out the buy links and an excerpt below.

PERSONAL APOCALYPSE Blurb:

Personal Apocalypse: A World Without End novel

Josiah grew up in a dying world. The Holdout survived, but when you are the son of Sylvia Cragen, you give up delusions early. He knew that they would die bloody--it wasn't a matter of if. Only when.

Parker shouldn't be alive. He should have died long before scouts from the Last Holdout rescued him. And he knows better than to believe that sailing away from the safety of the Holdout is a good idea.

Now, without the Holdout to protect them, all of his nightmares are coming true. Josiah is just crazy enough to believe that a fresh start is a good thing. But Parker has lived as prey, hunted by zombies and survivors before--and he knows that no one really survives. In the wild, zombie claimed world outside the walls of safety, there is only the dead walking.

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Nightfall comes quickly and settles over the hotel with a shuddering silence that chills me. Finn and Ren are back, and he’s sure that no one else is lurking nearby. But we don’t really know that. Our houseguest is watching with that faint, damning smile that tells me we’re missing something. I just wish I could figure out what the f*ck it is. As night falls, she comes alert, still and stiff in her chains, with a bright-eyed stare as she looks out the window, into the night time. That’s when the night comes to life. I’m used to the sounds of the Holdout---the crash of the waves, and the low murmur of life, the hiss of snakes and splash of gators in the swamps that border our tiny home. The lazy hum of bugs in the air so thick it’s like a physical thing. And I’m even used to the noise of our boat. Finn’s low rumble and Ren’s sharp laugh and sarcastic humor. Parker’s quiet voice that is the backbone for all of the important things in my life. The sound of the water against the hull, and the creak of the boards and the lines, the rattle of rigs and weapons and the whistle of the wind as we slept. But nothing. Nothing. Could prepare me for the wildness of Africa at night.

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February 24, 2016

Cover Reveal: Personal Apocalypse by Nazarea Andrews

Today we are having a cover reveal for PERSONAL APOCALYPSE by Nazarea Andrews. This book will release March 21st. Personal Apocalyse is an adult dystopian, standalone novel, that is the first in a spin-off in the world of The World Without End series.

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PERSONAL APOCALYPSE Blurb:

Personal Apocalypse: A World Without End novel

Josiah grew up in a dying world. The Holdout survived, but when you are the son of Sylvia Cragen, you give up delusions early. He knew that they would die bloody--it wasn't a matter of if. Only when. Parker shouldn't be alive. He should have died long before scouts from the Last Holdout rescued him. And he knows better than to believe that sailing away from the safety of the Holdout is a good idea. Now, without the Holdout to protect them, all of his nightmares are coming true. Josiah is just crazy enough to believe that a fresh start is a good thing. But Parker has lived as prey, hunted by zombies and survivors before--and he knows that no one really survives. In the wild, zombie claimed world outside the walls of safety, there is only the dead walking.

I was seven when I realized that the world wasn't always broken. That the way we live isn't how it's always been.

I beat the shit out of the little asshole who broke that news to me, and then ran to the Doc's. Because she was always good for the truth.

Even when the truth was ugly as fuck.

I learned three things that day and it stuck with me, over the eleven years since.

Dusty Pate was fucking bully.

Punching someone in the nose is a learned skill set.

And the truth is better than a lie. Even when it's ugly.

That thought more than any resounds through me as I stand on the rocking deck of a nameless boat in the middle of a nameless ocean, staring at a nameless coast.

Not really. All of them have names. But none of them matter and there's no one left alive to give a fuck, so nameless works just as well.

“what do you think?”

I tilt my head just a little as Parker comes up behind me, reaching over my shoulder for my binoculars. He fits there, as natural as breathing, as familiar as the gun on my hip and the knife strapped to my back.

“I think we don't have a lot of choices.”

He mutters a curse and from below, it's echoed in a shrill furious voice.

“Any change in the princess?” I ask, my voice a low drawl.

Parker doesn’t take the bait. He’s still watching the coast and I take a moment to drink him in.

He’s still pale, even after the time on the boat, a kind of creamy paleness that begs to be dirtied. His straight black hair hanging in his dark eyes, and he’s tense. Coiled like a spring that’s waiting to burst, full of nervous energy that has been forced down and contained.

“No sign,” he murmurs. “We should go soon.”

I nod.

The truth is—I don’t like unknowns. I can patrol up and down the south eastern seaboard, in and around the deadzone.

I’ve built my name on that. On my cold assessments and willingness to defend the Holdout.

But I hate walking in blind. And I hate it most when Parker is with me.

February 13, 2016

Stardust Destiny Blog Tour: Playlist + Giveaway

Stardust Destiny

Author: Nazarea Andrews
Genre: Adult, Romance, Erotic Retelling

Description:

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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February 9, 2016

Release Day Blitz + Giveaway: Stardust Destiny by Nazarea Andrews

Today we are celebrating the release for STARDUST DESTINY by Nazarea Andrews! Stardust Destiny is an adult contemporary, and erotic retelling of Helen of Troy and the epic love that started a war. It will be on sale for only 2 days so grab your copy now!

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

STARDUST DESTINY Blurb:

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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March 21, 2016

Today we are celebrating the release of PERSONAL APOCALYPSE by Nazarea Andrews. Personal Apocalypse is an adult dystopian, standalone novel, that is the first in a spin-off in the world of The World Without End series. Check out the buy links and an excerpt below.

Personal Apocalypse: A World Without End novel

Josiah grew up in a dying world. The Holdout survived, but when you are the son of Sylvia Cragen, you give up delusions early. He knew that they would die bloody--it wasn't a matter of if. Only when.

Parker shouldn't be alive. He should have died long before scouts from the Last Holdout rescued him. And he knows better than to believe that sailing away from the safety of the Holdout is a good idea.

Click here to add PERSONAL APOCALYPSE to Goodreads

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February 24, 2016

Today we are having a cover reveal for PERSONAL APOCALYPSE by Nazarea Andrews. This book will release March 21st. Personal Apocalyse is an adult dystopian, standalone novel, that is the first in a spin-off in the world of The World Without End series.

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PERSONAL APOCALYPSE Blurb:

Personal Apocalypse: A World Without End novel

February 13, 2016

February 9, 2016

Today we are celebrating the release for STARDUST DESTINY by Nazarea Andrews! Stardust Destiny is an adult contemporary, and erotic retelling of Helen of Troy and the epic love that started a war. It will be on sale for only 2 days so grab your copy now!

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

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