BLOG TOUR ~ DISGRACE by Brittainy C. Cherry is now available!

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Disgrace, an all-new romantic and emotional standalone from Brittainy C. Cherry is available NOW!

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Synopsis:

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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Excerpt:

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.”
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.”

 

★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse

I know when I pick up a book by Cherry, I’m going to need a man-size hanky at hand. Her words dance off the pages; her characters’ sorrows and triumphs become yours, and although it sounds cliche, their story comes alive. Disgrace is no less emotional than her other publications; however, this standalone novel has a totally different feel about it.

I always imaged betrayal by someone you trust with all your heart would one way or another have its reprisals. This isn’t Grace’s case though. Her love for her husband has no boundaries and she’s prepared to go all out to make him hers again. Now then, I wasn’t at all sure she was taking the right path as it was clear a breakdown in communication knocked the marriage off track; apart from of course, other issues which I’d rather you find out for yourselves. But as I read on, discovering that another person she knew well was involved changed Grace’s opinion and I could have given her a high five. Yet one family member’s influence is not only overbearing, but what they wanted her to do I found downright ridiculous. Question is, will she take their advice to appease? Fearing the town’s gossip mongers and keeping up appearances play a huge part in this story and it’s not until Grace meets Jackson that everything goes really haywire.

Even though Jackson is disliked for reasons to be revealed, I adored him. A young man of few words, he couldn’t give a damn what people thought of him and just wants to be left alone. But when he does have something to say, he’s blunt to the point of being rude and takes his frustration out in his place of work. Strangely, I was more emotionally invested in Jackson than I was in Grace. Don’t get me wrong, I liked and felt sorry for her; however, Jackson’s story moved me to tears. As if he didn’t have enough on his plate, a past event which in Cherry’s style was held back, came to light at a crucial moment leaving this reader and Jackson floored.

If there were ever two more divergent characters, it has to be Grace and Jackson. From completely different backgrounds, one has the patience of a saint and is generous of soul, so unselfish that at times I got annoyed with them. The other is broodingly dark, misunderstood but under all those layers, a beautiful heart resonates. Their struggles to find their own identities grow at a steady pace, keeping me involved throughout the story. A relationship I never expected to work, I was delighted to see how their mutual respect and the space they gave each other flourished. Finding their way is by no means a bed of roses but as they say, when there’s a will…

The character development is sublime. I had a lot of mixed feeling regarding some of the folk; nonetheless, this just made the story feel more lifelike. Now then, besides a strong religious tone, indirect cheating is rife! Yeah, it kind of clashes, doesn’t it? So be warned if it’s not your cuppa! Dare I say this detail didn’t bother me in the least? It happens! Narrated in past from a dual perspective allows the reader to delve into the protagonists’ thoughts, many of them extremely heart-wrenching ones. The author has delivered a story I truly wasn’t expecting and since I went in blind, the surprise was tenfold. And as always, Cherry brings home a message of hope. Bravo!

About the Author:

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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