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!
Truly, Madly, Whiskey
Melissa Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: April 25th
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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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.”
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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