Review: Disgrace, Brittainy C. Cherry


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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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Review: +5 stars

“Stop that,” I barked, grabbing it from him. “Stop what?” “Being nice to me when you’re still an asshole.” “Man.” He whistled low. “You’ll have to ask your god for a lot of forgiveness with that potty mouth, princess.” “Don’t call me princess,” I snapped. “Okay, princess.” Oh my gosh, I hate him. Instant love isn’t actually a thing, but instant hate? So, so real.

This is gonna be short, sweet and a little (or a lot) emotional (because we all know that's what B. C. C. is all about). I'm gonna go into the story because you all need to experience this book for yourselves and just go into the blind. Just know that if you've read Brittainy's books before, she did not disappoint one freaking bit.
She has a talent like none other to make you live her words as you read them. She pulls you into the story so deeply it's like your breathing her words in, you're there with her characters in the world she made up, and you're feeling their pain as they are feeling it. And one second you're smiling and the next you find yourself with tears streaming down your face.

This book, god it was unlike anything I've read lately and I didn't know how much I needed it. This is the kind of book I live for as a bookworm. A book so powerful it shakes up your whole being. Even though this wasn't her most heartbreaking book it still was very so. It will absolutely touch you and it will break you but then it will strengthen you and it will rebuild your walls and make you whole again. That's what this lady is a master at, not only for her characters but for her readers as well, who are along for the ride.

“Everyone calls him the devil in town, and when I crossed paths with him, at first, I had to agree. He was awful. A really mean person. But then…then there were moments when he was just so gentle. Like a whisper.” Josie nodded. “Yes. He’s rough around the edges, but he’s not the devil—not by a long shot. But best believe he ain’t no saint, either. I don’t know much of his story, but it can’t be that easy of a read.

Jackson and Grace will steal your heart in a heartbeat. You'll live through everything with them, feel every punch to the gut, every tear and then you'll feel all the love and smiles too. These characters were simply amazing, two beautiful souls that lived in a town full of monsters, and went through so so much and still managed to keep their beautiful hearts and souls intact.

“What are you pretending to be?” I swallowed hard and shrugged my left shoulder. “Perfect.” “I know what that’s like.” He spoke low, unease in his tones. “To have to pretend to be something you aren’t.” He was opening up, slowly, quietly, softly… Please stay open. “What are you pretending to be?” I asked. “Angry.” “But what are you really?” “Lost,” he truthfully confessed, and I felt his words deep in my soul. “Me too,” I told him. “So much, me too.”

This book was simply mesmerizing, beautiful and beyond touching. You'll feel every single word in an array of emotions so powerful because Brittainy's words will bring every emotion to the surface. She not only writes beautifully, she writes hauntingly. It is beyond enthralling. This woman knocks me on my ass every time  and I'm living for it. She is a must read, must buy, must everything author!!

“We were created to feel, Grace. It just so happens that sometimes our feelings come out of order. It’s amazing how one second, your heart can beat for love, and the next hate can sneak in. You’re not in the wrong for anything you’re feeling.”



“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.”

“Like ever?”



“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.”

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