Saturday, 12 November 2016

✪ Tru Blue ✪ Melissa Foster ✪ Blog Tour ✪





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.



ARC received for an honest review

Pretty much just after meeting Truman Gritt, it was a case of 
Oh my goodness, be still my beating heart!

Truman and Gemma's story is heartwarming, emotional, sweet - with some dark and gritty times to mix things up.

Their story goes to show that your past does not define your future.  Their lives are both so different to the way they could have turned out, and they are much the better for it.

There was not one thing that I did not adore about Tru.  That bad boy exterior is coating a marshmallow inside!  

The characters felt real, their day to day struggles believable and relatable. The story flowed seamlessly, I needed to turn the page to find out what happened next.

I have read a lot of Ms Foster's work in the past, but Tru Blue has easily become one of my favourites.

There are some great secondary characters that I need to know more about, if you get time Ms Foster!












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 hed 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 partsand he used to rid himself of frustrations. He rested his leather boot on the metal box where he kept his painting supplies. Truman didnt have muchhis 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 didnt 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 hed triedand failedto save. His cell phone rang with his brothers 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 hadnt realized hed trapped inside. The phone rang again, and he froze.
Hed just freed himself from the dredges of hell that hed been thrown into in an effort to save his brother. He didnt 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 hed 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 brothers 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 Trumans 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 brothers tortured voice implored.
Need me? Truman had hunted down his brother after he was released from prison, and when hed finally found him, Quincy was so high on crack he was nearly incoherentbut it didnt take much for f**k off to come through loud and clear. What Quincy needed was rehab, but Truman knew from his tone that wasnt the point of the call.
Before he could respond, his brother croaked out, Its Mom. Shes really bad.”​







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.

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