Today we have a new book from Melissa Foster, Tru Blue!
Tru Blue comes out this November but is available for preorder now!
Check out this exclusive excerpt and preorder your copy today!
Title: Tru Blue
Author: Melissa Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: November 9th
About Tru Blue
Imagine falling
in love with a man, then finding out he was a killer…
TRU
BLUE is a sexy, dark stand-alone novel written in the same loving, raw, and
emotional voice romance readers have come to love, and the deeply emotional
literary prose women’s fiction readers have come to expect, from New York Times
& USA Today bestselling, award-winning author Melissa Foster.
RELEASING
November 9, 2016
He wore the skin
of a killer, and bore the heart of a lover…
There’s nothing
Truman Gritt won’t do to protect his family–Including spending years in jail
for a crime he didn’t commit. When he’s finally released, the life he knew is
turned upside down by his mother’s overdose, and Truman steps in to raise the
children she’s left behind. Truman’s hard, he’s secretive, and he’s trying to
save a brother who’s even more broken than he is. He’s never needed help in his
life, and when beautiful Gemma Wright tries to step in, he’s less than
accepting. But Gemma has a way of slithering into people’s lives and eventually
she pierces through his ironclad heart. When Truman‘s
dark past collides with his future, his loyalties will be tested, and he’ll be
faced with his toughest decision yet.
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Exclusive
Excerpt
TRUMAN GRITT LOCKED the door to Whiskey
Automotive and stepped into the stormy September night. Sheets of rain blurred
his vision, instantly drenching his jeans and T-shirt. A slow smile crept
across his face as he tipped his chin up, soaking in the shower
of freedom. He made his way around the dark building and climbed the
wooden stairs to the deck outside his apartment. He could have used the
interior door, but after being behind bars for six long years, Truman took
advantage of the small pleasures he’d missed out on, like determining his own
schedule, deciding when to eat and drink, and standing in the f**king rain if
he wanted to. He leaned on the rough wooden railing, ignoring the splinters of
wood piercing his tattooed forearms, squinted against the wetness, and scanned
the cars in the junkyard they used for parts—and he used to rid himself of
frustrations. He rested his leather boot on the metal box where he kept his
painting supplies. Truman didn’t have much—his old extended-cab truck, which
his friend Bear Whiskey had held on to for him while he was in prison, this
apartment, and a solid job, both of which were compliments of the Whiskey
family. The only family he had anymore.
Emotions he didn’t want to deal with burned
in his gut, causing his chest to constrict. He turned to go inside, hoping to
outrun thoughts of his own f**ked-up family, whom he’d tried—and failed—to
save. His cell phone rang with his brother’s ringtone, “A Beautiful Lie” by 30
Seconds to Mars.
“F**k,” he muttered, debating letting the
call go to voicemail, but six months of silence from his brother was a long
time. Rain pelleted his back as he pressed his palm to the door to steady
himself. The ringing stopped, and he blew out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d
trapped inside. The phone rang again, and he froze.
He’d just freed himself from the dredges of
hell that he’d been thrown into in an effort to save his brother. He
didn’t need to get wrapped up in whatever mess the drug-addicted fool had
gotten himself into. The call went to voicemail, and Truman eyed the metal box
containing his painting supplies. Breathing like he’d been in a fight, he
wished he could paint the frustration out of his head. When the phone rang for
the third time in as many minutes, the third time since he was released from
prison six months ago, he reluctantly answered.
“Quincy.” He hated the way his brother’s
name came out sounding like the enemy. Quincy had been just a kid when Truman
went to prison. Heavy breathing filled the airwaves. The hairs on Truman’s
forearms and neck stood on end. He knew fear when he heard it. He could
practically taste it as he ground his teeth together.
“I need you,” his brother’s tortured voice
implored.
Need me? Truman had hunted down his
brother after he was released from prison, and when he’d finally found him,
Quincy was so high on crack he was nearly incoherent—but it didn’t take much
for f**k off to come through loud and clear. What Quincy needed was
rehab, but Truman knew from his tone that wasn’t the point of the call.
Before he could respond, his brother
croaked out, “It’s Mom. She’s really bad.”
Melissa Foster Bio
Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes contemporary romance, new adult, contemporary women’s fiction, suspense, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café and Fostering Success. When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine.
Melissa hosts an Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family.
Visit Melissa on social media. Melissa enjoys discussing her books with book clubs and reader groups, and welcomes an invitation to your event.
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