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    Disgrace by Brittainy C. Cherry

    5

    Our Recommendation

    36 times. That's the number of times I highlighted this book... 36 times people! You want to know how long it took me to cry for the first time reading it? About 25% in. Like in a matter of a few chapters I was already sobbing like a baby. That is the power of Brittainy's books though. I want to eat her words every day. I already feel them heavy in my gut, so I'm pretty sure could live on a diet of them on the daily. This is yet another beautifully heartfelt and heart wrenching story from one of my favorite authors about 2 broken people who find belonging, redemption and salvation through each other in a life and a town that wants nothing more than to keep beating them down. This is a top read of the year for me FOR SURE!!!

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    36 times. That's the number of times I highlighted this book... 36 times people! You want to know how long it took me to cry for the first time reading it? About 25% in. Like in a matter of a few chapters I was already sobbing like a baby. That is the power of Brittainy's books though. I want to eat her words every day. I already feel them heavy in my gut, so I'm pretty sure could live on a diet of them on the daily. This is yet another beautifully heartfelt and heart wrenching story from one of my favorite authors about 2 broken people who find belonging, redemption and salvation through each other in a life and a town that wants nothing more than to keep beating them down. This is a top read of the year for me FOR SURE!!!

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    Publisher Synopsis

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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.

    ASIN: B07F2NT9NF

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    I wish there was a way to stop it - to shut off the love faucet, to make my heart stop feeling. But still, it felt. Still, it burned.
    You don't got to know what love is to know what it isn't.
    "You might want to toss a prayer up to that God of yours and ask for his forgiveness, " I warned her. She turned on her heels and gave me those wide doe eyes. "Why's that?" My eyes locked on her pink bra cupping those perfect breasts. More than enough to keep my hands full. I pulled my shirt over my head and walked in her direction. "Because you're about to sin tonight."

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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.”

    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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    I'm a single mom of 2 rad AF adults and 1 super cute fur babe. Hospital administration by day, yoga instructor by night, travel junkie, shoe addict, foodie and avid reader in all the spaces in-between. I got my love of books from my mama and honestly can’t remember a time in my life where reading wasn’t a daily priority. I’m a sappy hopeless romantic who’s a sucker for 2nd chances, mature characters, and serendipitous connections. In an ideal world, you can find me on the beach with an icy cold adult libation in one hand and my Kindle in the other.

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