Welcome to the blog tour for THE UNFORGETTABLE KIND, a stand-alone new adult contemporary romance, by Melanie Munton. See below for information on the book, buy inks, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.



About the Book
Author: Melanie Munton
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 25, 2019
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A best friends to enemies to lovers romance.

As the first female lead sportscaster with FNN (Football News Network), I’ve had to be tough and unflappable for years. No matter how far we women have come, football is still a man’s world. Which is why I’ve strutted my stilettos and lipstick on every field and around every TV studio I’ve ever worked, making sure everyone knows just how much of a woman I am. I let no man get under my skin.

Especially not Kade Jennings.

We have a history, Kade and I. It goes all the way back to high school and spans our college years. We used to be best friends, but we haven’t spoken in years. Not since he left without a word, and I made it clear that I never wanted to speak to him again. Now all of a sudden he’s FNN’s newest analyst?

He thinks I’ll break. With every wink he flashes me off-camera and every grope he sneaks under the table, he assumes I’ll shed my badass shell and fall into his arms like old times. Well screw him, his charismatic smile, and his giant di—er—ego. I am where I am today because I’ve never let any man stand in my way.

If Kade even tries, I’ll bring him to his knees.

Fate can be a real bitch. One minute you think you’re going to get the girl, and the next minute she’s slipping away. It’s a complicated thing, to be in love with your best friend. That friend zone is a tricky place to be, not that I ever entered into it willingly. At least, not with Sam. Fate just seemed to place me there, despite the fight I put up. Well, fate can go screw herself.

Sam Lawrence was always meant to be mine. And it’s finally time that I prove it to her.



I wave and laugh when Sam shoots her best friend the finger. Jasmine blows her an air-kiss just before Sam ducks through the door I’m holding open for her.

Then I lose all ability to think, move, or fucking breathe. 

Her entire back is completely bare in that dress. 

Jesus. I’m in so much trouble. 

The only thing I’m going to be able to picture now is bending her over the nearest surface, lifting that dress up, and pounding into her until she screams my name. It wouldn’t take much to get her naked. Just a quick flick of the clasp at the nape of her neck… 

Fuck me. 

I’m breaking out in a sweat, and it’s only been two minutes.

Once we’re seated inside, the car rolls forward, the driver already aware of where we’re heading. 

“Were you so sure that I’d come with you? So cocky that you could show up at my front door in a tux, with a limo waiting, and I’d automatically agree to your plans?” 

“No, but you can’t say I’m not a risk taker.”

“You forgot a red rose to complete the cliché.” She’s talking more to the window than to me, refusing to make eye contact.

“Why would I get you a rose when your favorite flower is a lily?”

Her head snaps around, her lips parting. 

I grunt, somewhat annoyed. “Really, Sam? You think after all the years I’ve known you I would forget your favorite flower? Am I that big of an asshole?”

“No,” she says quietly. “I just didn’t think you’d remember.”

Her forehead creases in thought. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s conflicted. Who knows what her brain is saying about me. Hell, I’d probably rather not know. So, I break the monotony. 

“You have to admit, though. Getting to stare at this all night,” I wave down at myself, “is certainly better than going stag.”

Instead of rolling her eyes or making a snide comment like I expect her to, her eyes rake over me from head to toe, narrowing with her inspection. “It’s not your football uniform, but I suppose it’ll do.”

The fuck? 

Sexual innuendo from Sam? That’s the last thing I expected from her tonight. Slamming her door in my face? Sure. Stomping on my foot with her heel? I wouldn’t be surprised. But looking at me with unabashed lust shining in her green eyes? That didn’t even track on my radar. Regardless of the fact that we kissed the other night. 

Her comment reminds me of our night together in college when my football jersey was the only thing she’d been wearing at one point, thus fulfilling one of my longtime Sam fantasies. My dick stiffens into a steel rod at the memory.

Would you look at that? The football jersey still does the trick. 

And I’m going to take advantage of this unexpected opportunity.

“I still have my uniform, you know,” I rasp, my gaze locked on hers. “And I’m sure I can rouse up some pads and pants if that’s what you’re in the mood for.”

She licks her plump lips. No doubt they’d taste like cherries if I were to kiss her, just like they had the other night. I can still recall what that mouth felt like years ago when it was wrapped around my—

For shit’s sake, Jennings. Get ahold of yourself

“I’m not quite sure what I’m in the mood for,” she whispers. “Yet.”


Author Melanie Munton

Author Melanie Munton

About the Author
Traveler. Reader. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan. Pasta-obsessed. North Carolina resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd.

Author of the Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies and suspense in particular because it’s boring to only stick to one sub-genre! From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.

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