Tru Blue By Melissa Foster
A Sexy Standalone Romance
Releasing November 9, 2016.
World Literary Press
He
wore the skin of a killer, and bore the heart of a lover...Releasing November 9, 2016.
World Literary Press
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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Truman just came out of jail and when he went see his family, find his mother dead, his brother doped up and surprise two helpless siblings. Truman will do everything in his power to give them the life he never have and make them happy as he possibly can. In comes Gemma to help this random stranger but can't help falling for the children and the man who cares for them.
I love love loved this book I'm pretty sure this is my favorite book by this author and with how great her books are its a tough to choose which book I love more. It was sweet and heartwarming. I loved Truman's fiercely protectiveness over his family and the ones he loves. He would do everything and anything for them. I loved how caring Gemma was as well, she was with him no matter how tough things got. I loved that even when secrets were being reveals, and tough situations arrives Gemma didn't back down. I loved their relationship and how they balanced each other. I loved how different and different their backgrounds are. I want to keep writing this why I loved this book and my favorite parts but that'll spoil it for you.
Trust me when I say you need to pick up a copy of this book its fantastic.
I love love loved this book I'm pretty sure this is my favorite book by this author and with how great her books are its a tough to choose which book I love more. It was sweet and heartwarming. I loved Truman's fiercely protectiveness over his family and the ones he loves. He would do everything and anything for them. I loved how caring Gemma was as well, she was with him no matter how tough things got. I loved that even when secrets were being reveals, and tough situations arrives Gemma didn't back down. I loved their relationship and how they balanced each other. I loved how different and different their backgrounds are. I want to keep writing this why I loved this book and my favorite parts but that'll spoil it for you.
Trust me when I say you need to pick up a copy of this book its fantastic.
Chapter
One
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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ReplyDeleteCrystal, Tasty Book Tours
I'm so happy you enjoyed Gemma and Truman's relationship! Thank you for such an awesome review XOXO
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