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lunes, 2 de julio de 2018

When Disgrace is a blessing in disguise

Oh, book buddies, if you don't know my weakness for BRITTAINY C. CHERRY, you don't know me at all :-D Please, let me introduce you either to this wonderfully gifted author or to her new graceful romance.

Disgrace, an all-new romantic and emotional standalone from Brittainy C. Cherry 

is available NOW!



Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again.
After fifteen 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 closed-off 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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A moving, beautiful story about two broken hearts who mend each other in the deepest ways.
One author who is sure to captivate my feelings is Brittainy. After several books, I confess my love for her style. It’s a wonder how the sweet, pretty words can mingle with such dramatic events that seem to haunt the characters. Victims to tragedy, loss and unfairness, Grace and Jackson are enemies in a small town inhabited by small-minded people.
At first, Grace’s gentle nature collides with Jackson’s harsh, aggressive attitude. I was wondering how they could really be soulmates. Alas, the writer finds a way to burrow into the characters’ tortured lives and balance their pain with the fortitude and compassion they can muster for each other. They are right what they need in the face of such contempt from society.
This novel reminded me of the previous one, The Gravity of Us, in that the man is in a dark place emotionally and the woman is the light that eases the pain. However, it is its own story in that it tackles other very harrowing issues. Grace’s marriage is dying and so is her inner light. I could feel so much sorrow radiating from her. The losses she has endured are unimaginable. When she meets Jackson, it is a mixture of funny dialogues and clash of personalities. I loved it. I loved how his negative emotions and crackling anger could coexist with some semblance of sweetness towards a woman who awakens contradictory feelings in him.
The suffocating atmosphere and bigotry of a closed community full of gossipy and judgmental people ironically push them together. It is a bond born of a longing for freedom and joy, in search of oblivion from deep-rooted pain. I loved the double perspective in the chapters that shed such unique understanding to this couple’s past and present situations.
Both suffer so much, and the words convey every nuance of their loneliness, their need for love, and how difficult it is to accept that we need others to heal. The intimacy of the scenes between Grace and Jackson is palpable in every dialogue and every touch. Even through the storm of past betrayals, they end up finding happiness. 
I loved the significant presence of literature in the story, the message of self-discovery and forgiveness, and the power of love. A beautiful journey of forgiveness and second chances. This author has a gentle soul that breathes life into her characters and they always stay with you. Always and always. 

Jackson “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.”

“Check.” “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.” “Like ever?” “Never.” “Okay.”

“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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