Melissa Foster has a sexy new standalone, Truly, Madly, Whiskey coming out April 25th. Check out the excerpt she’s sharing with us and preorder your copy today!
Title: Truly, Madly, Whiskey
Autor: Melissa Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: April 25th
About Truly, Madly, Whiskey:
A new, emotionally riveting, sexy standalone romance by New
York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster. Watch mysteriously sexy Bear
Whiskey claw his way to his happily ever after with sassy, rebellious Crystal
Moon. In TRULY, MADLY, WHISKEY... Eight months is a long damn time to have the
hots for a woman who keeps a guy at arm's length. But Crystal Moon is no
ordinary woman. She's a sinfully sexy, sass-mouthed badass, and the subject of
Bear Whiskey's midnight fantasies. She's also one of his closest friends. Just
when Crystal thinks she has her life under control, scorching-hot, possessive,
aggressive, and fiercely loyal Bear pushes all her sexual buttons, relentless
in his pursuit to make her his. The more Bear pushes, the hotter their passion
burns, unearthing memories for Crystal that are best kept buried. But there's
no stopping the collision of her past and present, catapulting the two lovers
down an emotional and sexually charged road that has them questioning all they
thought they knew about themselves.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
CRYSTAL FLEW THROUGH Truman and Gemma’s front door like
wildfire, eating up everything in her path. Her raven mane was soaking wet,
framing her beautiful, scowling face as she stormed into the living room. Her
black hoodie hung open over a Rolling Stones T-shirt, and her piercing baby
blues threw daggers. Her skintight black jeans had tears along her thighs and
beneath her knees, revealing flashes of her tanned skin. Skin he’d like to
touch and taste and have wrapped around him.
She stopped a few feet from Bear and set her hand on her
hip. “Give me a paintbrush, or a roller, or a goddamn gun for all I care. Just
give me something and get out of my way.”
They’d finished painting ten minutes ago. Bear chuckled at
her vehemence. She was sexy as sin no matter what mood she was in, but this
tigress before him made him want to comfort her and fuck her at once.
“Hard night, sugar?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Not hard enough. And I’m
not your sugar. I need to work out my frustrations.” She thrust out a
hand, obviously waiting for a paintbrush.
He grabbed that delicate little hand and hauled her against
him. His entire body flamed. Several months of playing cat and mouse was way
too long. Her eyes darkened and her breathing shallowed. Bear was done messing
around. This brazen beauty not only wanted him, but she needed him. She just
didn’t know it yet.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She spoke in a low voice and
probably meant it to sound threatening, but she sounded sultry and hard to
resist.
He cupped her chin, brushing his thumb over her lower lip,
and the air rushed from her lungs. His hand slid over her hip. She had the
sleek, sexy curves of a ’61 Harley-Davidson Duo-Glide, and he couldn’t wait to
rev her up and make her purr. “Giving you what you need. A wild Whiskey
night is the perfect remedy for your frustrations.”
“Uncle Be-ah!” Three-year-old Kennedy ran into the room
wearing a Dora the Explorer nightgown and clutching the
Winnie-the-Pooh stuffed toy Bear’s younger sister, Dixie, had given her. She
squeezed between them. Truman had rescued his younger siblings, Kennedy and
Lincoln, from a crack house after their mother overdosed. He and Gemma were
raising them as their own.
Crystal smirked at Bear and arched a brow.
He reluctantly released her. Cockblocked by a
three-year-old.
“Hi, pretty girl.” Crystal gave Bear a snarky look as she
crouched and hugged Kennedy. “This cuteness is all I need after a frustrating
evening.”
“Why are you fwustrated, Auntie Cwystal?” Kennedy still had
a hard time pronouncing r’s, and the way she spoke turned Bear’s insides
to mush.
“I’m not anymore, thanks to you.”
“I came to kiss you and Beah good night.” She gave
Crystal a tight hug and kiss, then reached her spindly arms up to Bear and went
up on her toes.
He lifted her up, and she wound her arms around his neck.
“Thank you for letting me help you paint.” Kennedy yawned
and rested her head on his shoulder. “The house will be pwetty for
Mommy and Tooman’s—I mean Daddy’s—wedding.” Although Kennedy and Lincoln
were Truman’s siblings, when Lincoln had begun talking, he’d called
Truman Dada, and Kennedy had said she wanted to call him that, too.
Sometimes she forgot and called him Tooman.
Bear ran his hand down her back. It was hard to believe it
had been less than a year since Truman had found them. Kennedy had gone from a
rail-thin, frightened little girl to a healthy, happy member of not just
Truman’s family, but Bear’s, too.
“You’re the best painter around, sweetheart.
Thank you for helping me.” He lifted his eyes, catching Crystal
watching him with a warm—interested?—look in her eyes. He liked that a whole
lot.
Crystal’s eyes skittered away. “Hey, Ken? Where’s Mommy?”
“She’s giving Lincoln a baf.”
Crystal smiled. “Want me to take you up to bed?”
“Yes,” Bear and Kennedy said at once.
Crystal rolled her eyes at Bear and reached for Kennedy.
Bear put an arm around Crystal’s waist, ignoring her glare.
“I’m escorting two of my favorite girls upstairs. Deal with it.” He guided her
toward the stairs, where they ran into Truman on his way down.
Truman stood eye to eye with Bear, his dark eyes moving
between the two of them. His lips curved up and he shook his head. He must have
read the annoyed expression on Crystal’s face, because he reached for Kennedy.
“I think I’ll intervene. Thanks, guys.”
After he went upstairs, Crystal said, “You can let go of me
now.”
“No thanks.” He kept ahold of her as she stalked back to the
living room. “Want to tell me what happened tonight?”
“No. I want to paint.” She squirmed out of his grip and he
tugged her back.
“If you think I’ll let this go, you’re wrong. Talk to me.
What’s got you so irritated?”
“Jesus, Bear,” she snapped. “I’m not yours. You don’t
have to protect me.”
He ignored her comment because she knew damn well how things
worked with the Whiskeys. More importantly, she knew him well enough
to know he’d never sit idly by and let her get hurt. If someone had pissed her
off, he’d straighten them out.
“You’re not mine yet,” he conceded.
“God, you’re so arrogant and handsy and…Ugh!” She pushed
away. “I just had a rough visit with my mom, that’s all.”
“What happened?” Her not wanting to go into specifics didn’t
surprise him. She’d always been cagey about her parents.
She grabbed the ladder and dragged it toward the far wall.
He took it from her, and she glared at him again. She was the most stubborn
woman he’d ever known. She was also sharp, confident, and possibly the most
sensitive person he knew, though she’d never admit to it. Those were just a few
of the things he found utterly entrancing about her.
Her arms were crossed, and he was pretty sure if it were
possible she’d have steam coming out of her ears. “Can we just paint?”
“Sorry, sugar, but we’re done for the night.”
“Seriously?” She looked around the room, and her stomach
growled. Her lips curved up at the edges as she spread a hand over her belly.
Perfect. He whipped out his phone, texting Tru and telling him
he was taking Crystal out for a bite to eat. “Grab your bag. We’re going out to
eat.” He draped his arm over her shoulder and headed for the front door.
“I’m not hungry.”
He gave her his best deadpan stare.
Challenge rose in her beautiful eyes. “You don’t tell
me what to do.”
“All right. Your stomach’s growling. Obviously you’re
hungry. Let’s go grab something to eat.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “That’s telling.”
“Christ, woman.” She had no idea how much he adored this
side of her. They’d never been on an official date, but they’d gone to grab a
bite to eat spur-of-the-moment like this plenty of times. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.”
“Great,” he said. “Let’s go.”
“Oh my God. Really? Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to ask
a woman if she’d like to go out to eat?”
“Are you telling me to ask you out on a date?” He slid his
arm around her waist again and waggled his brows.
“No.” She laughed.
He loved her laugh. It was brazen and loud, like her. “Damn.
Thought I got lucky. Crystal Moon, would you like to grab a burger with me?”
She picked up her bag from the floor. “Fine. But I need to
tell Gemma. You’re so bossy.”
“You totally dig bossy, and I already texted Tru and told
him.”
“Presumptive and bossy.”
About Melissa Foster:
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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