Cat’s Meow~Reviews that Purr-Tru Blue~Melissa Foster #darkromance

Title: Tru Blue
Author: Melissa Foster
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: November 9, 2016
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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.

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 Truman Gritt has been out of prison for six months. He is working for his best friend and a mechanic shop and trying to get his life back in order when he gets a call from his younger brother. When he arrives his mother a crackhead, is dead and Truman finds himself  with a toddler and a small baby.  He takes them to Walmart to try to figure out what kind of diapers and formula when he meets Gemma Wright.
Gemma has had a bad day and is stocking up on Ice cream when she sees the sexy ,big, tattooed man with a toddler and a baby. She is curious because its obvious he doesn’t know what he is doing so she approaches him pick out what he needs and a he offers to fix her car for free.
I absolutely fell in love with Truman ( I mean who wouldn’t? A tall dark mysterious man with two babies?) As you get to know his story, his background and why he was in prison I fell even harder.
I liked Gemma  as well. She has  an entirely different set of problems and can’t have kids of her own. I loved her career. She owns a princess boutique for little girls and she also dresses up a lot. I loved all the descriptions.  Once Gemma and Truman meet electricity is there and the sex is really hot.
If you like mysterious men, tattoos, strong female leads, bikers, mechanics, babies and some smoking hot sex this is definitely for you.
I can’t wait to read the next story!

“Several emotional topics — such as drug addiction, abandonment, infertility and unexpectedly becoming a parent — are easily woven together without making the story feel crowded or overdone. Foster writes exceptional characters that keep readers thinking long after the book is finished… The dynamic members of the Whiskey family are the foundation that holds the group together and they are exactly the reason we’re taught not to judge. Let’s hope we hear more from all of them!” -RT Book Reviews

“Sexy and Heartbreaking….I simply adored this beautifully written romance.” -Tasty Book PR

“Ms. Foster, went for the gut with Truman and Gemma. Tru Blue is more than a romance, it is a story of love, a story of hope and a story of courage. 10 + stars.” -Night Owl Reviews

“With her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read author!” -New York Times Bestseller Julie Kenner

“Melissa Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!” -New York Times Bestseller Lauren Blakely

“You can always rely on Melissa Foster to deliver a story that’s fresh, emotional and entertaining. Make sure you have all night, because once you start you won’t want to stop reading. Every book’s a winner!” -NYT Bestselling Author Brenda Novak

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, 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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Cat’s Meow~~Inevitable @A.S.Roberts #darkromance #giveaway

Title: Inevitable
Author: A.S. Roberts
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: August 16, 2016
Dirty talking, tattooed Nathan Blackmore has it all, at least that’s what he wants everyone to believe. Six months ago the only woman he has ever loved walked out of his life. This super bike rider vowed never to look back and never to give his love again. Nathan’s self-destruct button was pressed.
But that was then and this is now.
When Nathan and Bella Carpenter come face to face all the old feelings resurface. Bella, an investigative journalist, has a secret. A secret that has come back to haunt her, she needs to disappear, and disappear quickly. With her life possibly in danger the only person she can trust, no longer trusts her.
He wants the truth.
She is determined to keep her secret.
But what they both feel makes their passion inevitable.

‘4.5 Home run, sex God! stars. Where have the Blackmore men been in my life?’ ~Jan

‘A.S.Roberts did a fantastic job of keeping me guessing and wanting more. A must read!’ ~Deborah

‘Well done on an emotionally, heartfelt love story.’ ~Donna

‘It had all the feels. I laughed, cried and urged them to get their acts together.’ ~Rachel

‘Inevitable is a HOT read and Nathan is the dominant alpha, dirty mouthed male that would make any girl quiver!’ ~Jan

‘This was a well written, nicely paced story with some drama, a bit of action and plenty of sexy times; some sweet and some smoking hot.’ ~MJ’s Book Blog

‘Bugger!’ I exclaimed out loud, as once again I dropped the stunning antique pearl necklace I was supposed to be wearing as part of my bridesmaid garb. Alex had presented it to me yesterday as his gift to the bridesmaid and I was in love with it already. The pearls were large but not ostentatious, and they had a pretty almost golden creamy quality to them, but the clasp was frustrating me. Either that or I was all fingers and thumbs after my last encounter with Nathan. The pit of my stomach was still somersaulting at his words and actions towards me.
Was it possible to love and hate someone at the same time?
I was beginning to think that it most definitely was. I know he was hurt, but did he have to be so extremely cruel and hateful towards me? I was starting to hate him, the way he was treating me was brutal, but somewhere deep down inside I knew that I still preferred his torture of me to being ignored by him.
What did that make me? Some kind of masochist? It beggared belief.
I was fumbling around on the floor next to my large bed, on my hands and knees, trying to find the necklace, as it had bounced off somewhere out of my view.
‘Mmmm… my favourite position for submission.’ The deep voice of my willing tormentor filled my normally quiet and calm space. I sat up quickly and stared at the physical specimen filling nearly the entirety of the oak doorframe. I had never seen a smart Nathan before and he was quite simply stunning. Navy blue tailored trousers and a white button-down collared shirt, which was untucked and only buttoned in the middle, revealing his abs at the base and his tattoos at the top and the sleeves were rolled up, showing his heavily tattooed forearms. His hair was still wet, from the shower I presumed, and for the first time that I’d ever seen, his hair was smart and not sporting the just-fucked look he normally wore so well. My eyes ran the entire length of him and I took in his turned up trousers and bare feet. Typical Nathan, he was smart for the wedding but had added little twists to his outfit that just of screamed of his attitude and non-compliance.
Recovering slightly from the feelings he churned up inside me, I managed to retort, ‘I believe my door was closed, I didn’t hear you knock… what the hell do you want?’ Standing up now and clasping my necklace tightly in my fisted hand, I stared at the man now invading my privacy with his mere presence. He moved and prowled towards me, eating up the space between us. Once he had entered my personal space, I heard him inhale deeply.
‘Here, let me,’ he offered, as he held his calloused fingers out, to take the necklace from me. Semi-reluctantly, I handed it over to him, but with a sense of relief that I could now legitimately turn my back to him and close my eyes. My hair had been put up earlier by the hairdresser and it had lots of loose tendrils that I knew he would have to move or pick up one by one, to avoid them being tangled in the necklace. What I hadn’t considered, was the time he would take doing it. It was like some strange, extremely erotic foreplay. The necklace was placed gently around my neck, caressing my collarbones, then it was pulled tight so quickly I gasped, my eyes opened and my hand flew to my throat. As the necklace was competently fastened and then released, the coldness of each pearl touched my burning skin. He lifted each curl and tendril slowly and separately, stroking them between his fingertips and then replacing them gently over the top of the pearls. Each touch of his rough fingertips sent electric currents coursing through my system and my bare arms broke out immediately in goose bumps. I knew that no one else had ever made me feel the way he did, and unfortunately no one else would probably ever do so again. Suddenly Nathan pulled me to him, my back to his front, and immediately I felt the lined contours of his rock hard body and his erection as it stabbed into the small of my back. With my increased breathing rate, I knew I had told him everything I had been trying so hard to keep from him.
As if he had ever been in any doubt.
My body sang out loudly to his whenever we were within sight of each other. That’s what he did to me plain and simple and my avoidance, it seemed, was futile.
‘A pearl necklace… eh, Bella? I remember the last one I fucking gave to you as you begged me for my cock… and by the way you’re trembling in front of me now, I know that you damn well remember it, too.’ I felt his breath in my ear as he whispered to me, my core muscles tightening involuntarily.
My Grecian-style dress was sleeveless and crossed over my boobs. He easily removed the straps from my shoulders and replaced them with his large hands, moving but barely touching my skin, every moment was the torture he so obviously meant it to be. Not for the first time, I felt it was possible for me to spontaneously combust at his touch. The feeling of pleasure was quickly replaced by a sudden burst of sublime pain, as Nathan bit down on my shoulder and then very quickly licked the place where abruptly every nerve ending had seemingly gathered.
‘I could make you cum… here and now…’ Nathan’s rasping whisper filled the shell of my ear and broke my trance.
‘Bella… Are you coming? Frankie needs you.’ Ruby’s voice got louder as she came closer to my room. ‘Oh… everything OK in here?’ she added. I couldn’t see her but knew she was now poised in the doorway taking in the scene.
‘Yep…she’s nearly coming aren’t you, darlin,’ added the bastard behind me, as he placed the straps back onto my shoulders, effectively covering up his mark I knew I would be wearing. Almost in a sleep walking state I took one step forward away from him and turned, I picked up my grandmother’s pearl-earrings box from on top of the quilt cover and called out to the retreating figure, ‘Ruby… wait up, please… Thank you, Nathan, for your assistance.’
I hurried out of the stifling room and fell into step with Ruby, who offered me a concerned look. I shook my head at her and tried to convince her with a broad smile that it was nothing. I could still hear Nathan laughing behind me as I knocked on Frankie and Alex’s door. I opened it and plastered a mask onto my face.
‘I’m here, gorgeous girl… sorry about the delay… I was having trouble doing up my necklace. Here’s your something borrowed.’
I am a chocolate addict, children loving, mad woman. A self-confessed book whore who reads more than she exercises.

Luckily I am married to the love of my life, together we have four boys and lots of dogs. I live in south-east England, although I love to travel.

When I’m not reading… I can be found writing and drinking copious amounts of tea!
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Cat’s Meow~Men of [email protected] #DarkRomance #militarymen

TITLE: MAN OF HONOR
AUTHOR: DIANA GARDIN
GENRE: ROMANCE 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The best rules are the ones worth breaking . . .
 
After his mother’s funeral, ex-Army Ranger Drake Sullivan wants only to disappear and drown his sorrows in whiskey. Then he sees her: Mea Jones. An untamed, sexy-as-hell whirlwind of energy. A few years ago, she showed him the best-and hottest-night of his life, then walked away without a backward glance. But he’s never stopped wanting more.
 
When it comes to guys, Mea has rules. One night. No dating. Whatever it takes to have control and keep it. With Drake, it’s all heat and hurt and hunger, and pretty much the opposite of control. And that makes him dangerous as hell. Mea has her own demons, and falling in love-or even in lust-is strictly a no-go proposition. But she soon finds out Drake is incredibly single-minded when it comes to getting what he wants. And he’s determined to be the exception to all her rules.
 
Reader advisory: The heroine’s past deals with dark elements some readers may find disturbing. Recommended for mature audiences only.
 
 
 
 
My Review
4 Meows 5 purrs
Drake is a man with a dark past. He keeps it hidden inside, yet it eats him up after his mother dies.
Mea has an even darker past and never lets a man in her life. Until she met Drake. One night three years ago he broke a rule… yet three years later she has to face him again since she is best friends with Berkely and He is best friends with Dare and they are both working together on the wedding. Then she finds out she never told him the rules, so she gives him a second chance.

I loved Drake. I love a dark, brooding man( and loved the cover). I loved how he was so devoted to Mea and protective. I liked Mea as well. I loved the contrast between her and Drake her being Tiny but so strong and confident…A real survivor from her past and not a whiny victim.

The story does have some dark parts in Meas past so there could be emotional triggers. It was hard for me at first, but I was invested in the characters, so I pushed through. I am glad I did.
Man Of Honor is book three in the Battle Scars series. It does stand alone, but I think it would be better read in order. I plan to get the other two books.

If you like ex-military men, Mechanics, Dark Brooding men, strong women and some scorching sex I think you will like this.


 
Her voice voice has gone all low and husky, and my dick instantly jerks to attention like it’s responding to a signal that only she knows. “Yeah?” The thudding of my heart is heavy, harsh, and violent.
She breathes out. “Yeah.”
She lifts her eyes, big, warm, and beautiful to meet mine. I’m hypnotized for a minute, just staring into them while she stares right back. With an uncontrollable surge of need, my body moves into autopilot and I just react.
I tug her wrist, pulling her off the back of the bike. When she’s standing beside me, a quick gasp escapes her as I pull her to straddle my lap.
And then she’s mine.
Her lips are mine, her mouth belongs to me.
And I pillage.
And I plunder.
At the insistent urge of my tongue, she opens to me with a moan. I pull back for a second.
“Sexiest sound I ever heard, baby.” I don’t want to scare her, but I can’t do much more than growl at this moment.
Claiming her lips again, I taste her and she’s perfect. Fucking perfect. She presses against me, forcing me to go deeper, to kiss her harder. When she grinds her hips against my rock-hard cock, I can’t take it anymore. Her hands sift through my hair. Rough, rough, rough.
I wrench away from her devilish mouth and grab her ass. The fact that any other rider could come along at any moment only amps me up, not slows me down. I lift her up, and when I plunge her back down on top of me she clamps down on her bottom lip with her teeth and drops her head into my shoulder.
“Drake,” she whispers. Harsh, harsh, harsh.
Then she bites down hard on my shoulder.

 


 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
Diana Gardin was born and raised combing the coasts of Southeastern Virginia. She is now a happy resident of South Carolina as she married into an enormous Carolina-rooted family. She loves the beach, and even more than that she loves to read while sitting on the beach.
While writing was always a passion of Diana’s, she enrolled in college to become an elementary-school teacher. After eight years of teaching in both Virginia and South Carolina, she decided to stay at home with her first child. This decision is what opened her eyes to the fact that she still very much loved to write, and her first novel was born. Diana is the author of several works of New Adult Romance, including The Ashes Series, The Nelson Island Series, and the Battle Scars Series.

 
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Cat’s Meow ~~Reviews that Purr by Iyana Jenna~~#dark romance #taboo #review

Hi, Y’all! Welcome to Cat’s Meow Reviews that Purr. I have slipped in an extra one this month for a good friend the lovely Iyana Jenna. Everyone send a warm welcome out to Iyana!  Be sure to check out her book,  Where the Heart belongs.

April, hmm. Cathy asked me to write something about April. The month, I guess. Well, I don’t think I have special something about that month, not even the fact that it’s at the beginning of Spring. I live in a country with two seasons, hot and very hot—no just kidding. It’s dry and rainy seasons. So I don’t have experiences with Spring. But something did cross my mind when seeing this topic about April. Did you know The Famous Five? It’s a series of children books written by a British author, Enid Blyton. I loved the series so much and in fact, they were one of the reasons why I like reading—and later on, writing. I also loved the first TV series made based on the books.

Now, what does that have anything to do with April? So, apparently three of the four actors who played the main characters in the aforementioned TV show were born in April. They are the actors playing the characters of Julian (Mark Harris), George (Michele Gallagher), and Anne (Jennifer Thanisch). All three of them are from England. Oh, and mind you, the series was produced in 1978, and I first saw it in 1982 or 1983, and I still remember their names! I guess I was really impressed with the show. One thing is for sure; I love The Famous Five very much!

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Title: Where the Heart Belongs

Author: Iyana Jenna

Genre: Contemporary

Length: 30 pages

Publisher: Torquere Press (February 2nd, 2016)

 

Blurb: His brother slash boyfriend, Drew is leaving him. It makes Zach unaware of his surrounding, and a hate-crime psycho takes him off guard. He is kidnapped and tortured. Zach is saved by the FBI and as a surviving witness. He is brought to stay with FBI Agent Eugene Harris.

Gradually, Eugene gets to know Zach. He should have been disgusted, but instead, all he wants is comfort, Zach.
Will Zach accept that Drew is not coming back?

Will Eugene finally have the gut to tell Zach how he feels?

MY REVIEW

3meows  3 purrs(moderate heat)

 Hate Crimes, Serial Killers, and Brotherly Love took to the extreme.

After dropping off his brother and boyfriend Drew at a bus station, Zach is beaten and kidnapped by a deranged serial killer. He has lost his brother/ the love of is life and nearly his life but will his secret cost him more?

Where the Heart Belongs is a short story full of twists, angst, and misery. It has unique characters and has a few twists. The story has incest, has beatings, and rape, so it isn’t for everyone. None of that bothers me. The one thing I had an issue with was the story just ended. I had so many unanswered questions. Though it doesn’t say it’s a first of a series or anything I, hope there is another book to answer those questions.

If you like lots of angst, dark stories, Taboo such as incest and rape, mystery and suspense, I think you will like this story.

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Where-Heart-Belongs-Iyana-Jenna-ebook/dp/B01BH6W0OO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1459873067&sr=1-1&keywords=where+the+heart+belongs+by+iyana+jenna

Meet Iyana

An MM short story writer who is lately fighting hard against the force called the time. However, she will never stop writing. In fact, writing becomes a kind of sanctuary from her EDJ that gets more demanding each day. Iyana writes for Evernight Publishing, JMS Books, Torquere Press, Fireborn Publishing, and Leap of Faith Publishing. Some of her work have been translated into other languages, such as French, Italian, and Spanish.

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