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.
Pre-order your copy today!
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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.”
About Melissa Foster:
Melissa Foster
is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She
writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance,
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.
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