A Sexy Standalone
Romance
by Melissa
Foster
Publication
date: November 9th 2016
Publisher: World Literary Press
Publisher: World Literary Press
Genres:
Adult, Romance
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.
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Tru
Blue: A Sexy Standalone Romance . . .
Sexy, raw, dark, alluring,
captivating. Meet Tru Gritt. The man that will do what it takes to protect his
family. Including take on two small children as his own. Mother dead, one
brother high, and two young children with no mother, not safe home, no one to
care for them, until Tru. This man has been through a lot and now has a chance
to make things right. He takes on the responsibility of his younger brothers
after his mother’s death and the awful conditions he find them in.
Tru will steal your heart with his
devotion to family and his respect of his friends. He sets a path and show true
determination to completed each goal and concern every obstacle. Every chapter provided
its own depth of heartwarming and heartbreaking with events. Each building into
a world that will draw you into. Tru makes this story more. He was a very well
rounded character with flaws and a past but he was true. Oh yeah, there was a girl he had a thing for,
Gemma. The whole show for me was Tru.
Melissa has given me a raw, dirty,
dark look into the life of an ex-con that happens to be an older sibling doing
what it takes to keep his family safe and cared for. I felt this one was a bit
deeper in its emotional connection and had a more darker undertone than anything
I have read of hers. The deep set feel of love, respect, family, friends,
loyalty, and hopes and dreams come out clear and strong with each new chapter
that you read.
I fully recommend reading a
different side to Melissa Fosters work. You will be drawn in and taking on an
emotional ride that will test your views of single parenting, ex-cons, spoiled
rich girls, and more. There was a rich deep depth to the characters of this
read that will stay with you for a long time.
BLURB
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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“With her
wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read
author!” New York Times Bestseller
Julie Kenner
“Melissa
Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!” New York Times Bestseller Lauren Blakely
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 fucking 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 fucked-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.
“Fuck,”
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 fuck 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.”
Fuck. He hadn’t had a
mother since she turned her back on him more than six years ago, and he wasn’t
about to throw away the stability he’d finally found for the woman who’d sent
him to prison and never looked back.
He
scrubbed a hand down his rain-soaked face. “Take her to the hospital.”
“No
cops. No hospitals. Please, man.”
A
painful, high-pitched wail sounded through the phone.
“What
have you done?” Truman growled, the pit of his stomach plummeting as memories
of another dark night years earlier came rushing in. He paced the deck as
thunder rumbled overhead like a warning. “Where are you?”
Quincy
rattled off the address of a seedy area about thirty minutes outside of
Peaceful Harbor, and then the line went dead.
Truman’s
thumb hovered over the cell phone screen. Three little numbers—9-1-1— would extricate him from whatever
mess Quincy and their mother had gotten into. Images of his mother spewing lies
that would send him away and of Quincy, a frightened boy of thirteen, looking
devastated and childlike despite his near six-foot stature, assailed him.
Push the buttons.
Push the fucking
buttons.
He
remembered Quincy’s wide blue eyes screaming silent apologies as Truman’s
sentence was revealed. It was those pleading eyes he saw now, fucked up or not,
that had him trudging through the rain to his truck and driving over the
bridge, leaving Peaceful Harbor and his safe, stable world behind.
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Author Info
Melissa Foster is a New York
Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and
heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance (M/F, M/M, F/F), romantic
suspense, thrillers, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling
characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa's
emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented. 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. When she's not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the
publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success.
Melissa has painted and donated
several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Her
interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping
others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod.
Melissa is available to chat with
book clubs and welcomes comments and emails from her readers. Visit Melissa on
Facebook or her personal website.
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