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. 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.
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 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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Truman Gritt is recently out of prison and just trying to lay low and get his life back on track. Little did he know that a late night phone call from his drug addict brother would change that life forever.
Gemma Wright is just out shopping late for some ice cream when she hears a baby crying. Going to check out why a baby would be out so late, she finds herself face to face with the hottest man she has ever seen. Curious as to why this man has two babies and a cart overflowing with supplies, she offers her help.
Gemma sees something in Tru that calls to her. As her offer to help turns into visits, and then more. Will Truman’s dark past come between them or will Gemma find herself a home she has always wanted.
I’m pretty sure that my ovaries gave up and died halfway through reading this one. GOOD GRAVY was there A LOT of hot tatted up bearded men to baby action. That aside, this was a really enjoyable, heavy on the sweet read.
It was a low angst and pretty insta-everything type of read. With just the right amount of “feels” thrown in. You will ADORE Truman. I dare you to find one thing wrong with this guy. He’s a nurturer, he’s a survivor, he’s a lover, he is a tatted up hot piece of man candy with a heart of gold. I fell in love with him from word GO. I loved Gemma as well, though not quite as much as Tru. That’s not to say she was a bad character. She was sweet and feisty and had a heart of gold as well. Honestly, NO ONE could have eclipsed Tru for me. She was a solid second though.
“I want to wrap you up in me until you can feel how much I want you. I want to make you feel as wanted as you make me feel, because I want you Gemma, all of you. I’ve never felt like this before. I feel like this is my first time.”
As well as Tru and Gemma, we get a solid cast of interesting and dare I say smokin hot secondary characters in the form of the Whiskey brothers, and sister Dixie. As well as Gemma’s BFF Chrystal, and Tru’s brother Quincy. I was excited as hell to read that each of the Whiskey family members will be getting their own books.
That said, I was a TINY bit disappointed in the ending. I would have liked to see a more into the future look at this couple. I imagine though that we’ll be seeing more of them in the other books. What can I say? I am a sucker for further into the future epilogues. Overall though, this was a fabulous read and it gets two big thumbs up from yours truly.