Overall: 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Steam: 2/4 🔥🔥
~QD Story Details~
Tear jerker: YES!
Location: Chester, Georgia
Character age range: Mid twenties/early thirties
Love interest(s): Jackson
~QD Book Info~
Kindle Unlimited: Yes
Series: No – Standalone
Sex/kink type: penetrative, oral,
Possible triggers: death of a parent, cheating, miscarriage, alcoholism, mention of drug abuse, death of a pet
There is a reason Brittainy Cherry is one of my favorite authors. The feels. All. The. Feels. I don’t think there’s a single book of hers that I’ve read (and I’ve read all but one I think) wherein I didn’t either clutch my chest from the angst and anxiety, and/or cry. They’re just so compelling. She pulls you into this world where you’re a fly on the wall of these characters’ lives and when you finally put the book down, it takes you a second to readjust to walking back into your own reality.
Grace and Jackson’s story is another classic and epic BCherry novel. Their tale is as heart-wrenchingly tragic as it is inspiring. Prepare to have your heart ripped from your chest. And as you’re sitting there gasping and sobbing, Brittainy Cherry painstakingly rebuilds and stitches you up with her words so that by the end of the story, your heart is both fuller and lighter than it was in the beginning. If it’s not already on your #TBR, it needs to be.
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.
Brittainy C. Cherry