Disgrace, an all-new emotional standalone from Brittainy C. Cherry is NOW AVAILABLE!!
Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again.
After seventeen years together, he walked away from me, and into the arms of another.
I didn’t know how to cope. I didn’t know my worth. I didn’t know how to exist without him by my side.
All I wanted was for him to come back to me.
Then, Jackson Emery appeared.
He was supposed to be a distraction for my mind. A summer fling. A confidence boost to my bruised heart.
We were perfect for one another, because we both knew we wouldn’t last. Jackson didn’t believe in commitment, and I no longer believed in love. He was too young for me, and I was too damaged for him.
Everything was fine, until one night my heart skipped a beat.
I didn’t expect him to make me laugh. To make me think. To make my sadness somewhat disappear.
When our time was up, my heart didn’t know how to walk away.
Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again, yet slowly my prayers began to shift toward the man who wasn’t right for me.
I prayed for one more smile, one more kiss, one more laugh, one more touch…
I prayed for him to be mine.
Even though I knew his heart wasn’t destined to love.
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Holy tears, Batman! I know Brittainy C. Cherry writes heartwrenching stories, I know this, I should be prepared for this. Yet, I was utterly shocked by the number of tears I shed while I was reading. And I’m not talking graceful single tears sliding down my cheek; I was full-out bawling, couldn’t see the words on my kindle, needed a Kleenex for the snot crying. This book, and other books like it, are precisely why I read. To have another person’s words move me so profoundly my soul weeps for the story they’ve told is such a powerful experience.
I was very frustrated with Grace for a good chunk of the beginning of this book. That frustration stemmed from anger for her; it was hard to watch her allow everyone she encountered to belittle her – particularly her mother. When the realization hit her that she knew so little about herself, my heart broke for her, and that frustration melted away. As she found herself and came out of the shell she’d been forced into by all the people who’d purported to care for her throughout her life, she was a thing of wonder. The glimpses of strength she’d shown blossomed into a garden of independence and self-confidence.
For all his outward gruffness and cruelty, from the first moment Jackson interacted with Grace it was apparent it was all a façade to protect himself. He was beyond broken, and my heart hurt for him each and every time he acted out. As strong as he was, as much as he carried on his shoulders, there was so much of him that had been destroyed when he was a little boy, and he needed someone to take a minute to understand the core of who he was. As he flourished with Grace’s gentle, unwavering support I knew my initial impression of Jackson was only the tip of just how amazing a person he was.
Disgrace brought a light to an issue rarely talked about in real life, let alone in romance novels and the story resonated so deeply with me because of it. There were several kinds of loss covered in this book, all heartbreaking in their own ways, but the loss Grace survived over and over again is beyond devastating, and there is no way to express how it affects a person until they’ve experienced it for themselves. I loved the grace with which Ms. Cherry tackled this topic and the awareness and potential support system she conveyed with Grace’s story.
For all the repeated grief Disgrace covered, it was a book of hope and healing. It served to show that what’s right doesn’t look the same through every set of eyes and often the picture painted of a person is far from the actuality of who they are when you look closely. There were so many messages in this book, and I was touched by each of them. This is truly a story that will stay with me for some time.
Brittainy C. Cherry is one of the best writers of deeply emotional stories I’ve had the joy of reading. She continually writes about difficult subject manner with poise and respect. I have never walked away from a book she had written without feeling the story deep in my soul, and it’s obvious she puts a part of her heart and soul in each novel she releases.
“I’ve read about boys like you in books, ya know,” she whispered, her fingers slowly spinning spirals on my chest.
“Oh, yeah? What did those books teach you about boys like me?”
“Well…” She bit her bottom lip, and with a small inhalation, she whispered, “They taught me to stay away.”
“Then why are you so close?”
She tilted her head up, looking me straight in the eyes. “Because in those stories, the heroine never ever listens.”
“And then there’s trouble?” I asked.
“Yes, and then there’s trouble.”
From the way she said those words, I knew trouble was exactly what she was in search of. We were the classic cliché. She was the good girl next door, I the monster from around the block. We were perfect opposites for the perfect storm, and she was asking me to be her next flaw, her greatest mistake.
And, well, who was I not to live up to her request?
“I could destroy you,” I warned.
“Or save me.”
“Is it worth the risk?”
“Isn’t it always worth the risk?”
The more she touched me, the more I wanted to touch her back. I wrapped my hands around her wrists flipping us around so she was now against the wall with her hands above her head. “I have rules.” I leaned in closer, lightly brushing my lips against her neck. God, she smelled good, like peaches and my next sin. “You can’t break these rules, either.” My tongue rolled from my mouth and circled against her neck before I gently sucked her skin.
She shivered at my touch. “What are they?”
“Rule one,” I whispered, my mouth moving across her collarbone. “You never stay the night.”
“Rule number two,” I said, dropping her left arm to the side. Taking my hand to the bottom of her blouse, I slowly raised it up and massaged her skin. “You never develop feelings.”
“That’s easy enough,” she replied, her breaths uneven as I teased at the top button on her jeans. “I don’t believe in feelings anymore.”
I didn’t know why, but that made me sad for her. I, too, didn’t believe in falling for people, but that was my norm. Grace seemed the type to believe in something bigger than love, so the fact that her belief was completely gone was a bit surprising.
Maybe we had more in common than I thought.
“Rule number three…we don’t talk about my life.”
“And lastly, rule number four…” My mouth brushed against hers, and I slid my tongue slowly across her bottom lip. “If your favorite pair of panties get ripped, don’t expect me to replace them.”
Hi! I’m Brittainy! Join me as we travel through my mind as a Romance Author. This includes such things as my random thoughts, tricks, tips, things I’m learning, things I’m re-learning, things I’m forgetting, and my weird ways of crafting stories.
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