Truly,
Madly, Whiskey
A Stand-Alone Romance
By Melissa
Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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 emotionally charged road that has
them questioning all they thought they knew.
"When it
comes to contemporary romances with realistic characters, an emotional love
story and smokin' hot sex, author Melissa Foster always delivers!" The
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They drove to Woody’s Burgers in silence,
which was how he knew there was probably more to this than a shitty visit with
her mother. He also knew she wasn’t going to tell him what was really going on.
At least not yet. He came on strong, but they had a solid friendship that felt
more like a relationship and went beyond his desire to finally taste her
luscious mouth. He cared about her, and one way or another, he’d figure out a
way to get her to talk. He had to, because knowing she was hurting and not
being able to fix it made him want to tear someone’s head off.
He parked the truck and reached across the
seat, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. “Hey.” He waited until she met his
gaze. “Whatever’s going on, you know you can talk to me.”
Her eyes fell to their hands, and a hint of a
smile lifted her lips. “Yeah, I know. Thanks.”
Woody’s was a low-key burger joint with brick
walls that had been painted white and bright green tables and benches.
Overgrown ferns and decorative iron lights hung from metal rods along the
ceiling. The floor was a mismatched patchwork of wooden planks. It didn’t look
like much, but they had the best burgers and fries in Peaceful Harbor, and
tonight Bear had the prettiest girl in the harbor on his arm, too. It was a
good night, despite the cloud hanging over Crystal’s head. He’d shelter her
from whatever storm came her way.
He slid into the booth beside her.
“There are two benches for a reason,” she
pointed out.
“Oh, right.” He kicked his feet up on the
bench across from them, the tips of his black leather boots visible over the
edge of the table.
She laughed.
“Your turn.” He tapped her thigh, leaving his
hand there as she lifted her feet beside his.
She pushed his hand from her thigh without a
word, and he stretched his arm across the back of the bench.
“Are you always like this?” She picked up the
menu and looked it over.
“You’ve known me for a long time. You tell
me.”
“I know how you are with me. I mean with
other girls. I’ve never been out with you, like on a date.”
He began kneading the tension from her
shoulder. “Then maybe it’s time to remedy that.”
The waitress interrupted before she could
respond, and they ordered burgers and fries, and Crystal ordered a milk shake.
Chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry mixed, please. She was unique in everything
she did, and he loved that about her. Their food came quickly, and they made
small talk about getting ready for Tru and Gemma’s wedding.
When he couldn’t stand the edge in her voice
any longer, he said, “Tell me about your mom.”
She shrugged. “Nothing to tell. We’re not
very close.”
“Why was tonight so rough?” He picked up a
fry and dunked it in her shake as she lifted her burger to her mouth.
“Um…?” She lowered her burger to the plate.
“What are you doing?”
“Dunking my fry in your shake.” He popped it
in his mouth. “Haven’t we done this before?”
“No.”
“We’ve known each other for almost a year and
we’ve never had fries and shakes? That’s not true and you know it.”
“You’ve never dunked your fry in my shake,”
she clarified.
He brushed his shoulder against hers. “Whose
fault is that? I would love to bury my fry in your luscious milk shake.”
She laughed. “Not happening.” She took a big
bite of her burger, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk, clearly trying to
avoid talking about that.
He finished his burger and put his arm around
her again, dipping another fry in her shake. He held it up for her, and she
swatted his hand away, pointing to her full mouth. Her eyes were wide, but
smiling, which he totally dug.
“Okay, I’ll tell you what. Tell me why
tonight was so rough, and I’ll leave your shake alone.”
She shook her head, and he dunked another
fry. She whimpered, trying to swallow her burger as quickly as she could.
“My girl doesn’t swallow well. Noted.”
She laughed/snorted and choked on her burger.
He patted her on the back, both of them laughing.
“I’ll help you with that whole swallowing
thing,” he offered, which made her laugh harder, causing her to snort again.
She tried to catch her breath, and he dunked
another fry.
“Hey!”
“Just try one. You’ll like it. I promise.”
She eyed the fry as if it were poison.
“One bite.” He dragged the fry along her
lower lip. Leaning closer, he said, “You’d better lick that off before I do.”
Her eyes narrowed, and her tongue swept over
her lower lip.
“Christ Almighty,” he grumbled.
She laughed. “That’s pretty good. Salty and
sweet.”
“Stick with me, baby. I’ll make sure you get
your fill of salty and sweet.”
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.
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.
Melissa is
available to chat with book clubs and welcomes comments and emails from her
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