5/5 Stars for Sun and Moon ☀️🌚🌟
▪▪▪ After every storm, the sun would shine again. ▪▪▪
My heart my freaking heart. This book was so beyond heartbreakingly beautiful. I love Jax & Kennedy soooo much
These two separately are going through so much. Both dealing with hurt, pain and guilt from losing loved ones in horrible accidents they blame themselves over. As they are trying to heal, better themselves and move forward they find a way to let each other in and slowly break down those walls that are built so high. Kennedy & Jax together are so perfect.
Kennedy was such a strong, caring, kind soul who was so utterly lost, broken and brought down for the way she was dealing with her grief. She deserved so much more support and warmth from her husband but he was just an a**hole so I'm glad she got out of that situation before he destroyed her.
Jax oh my heart it beats for him. I LOVED HIM SO VERY MUCH. so many times I wanted to reach in and hold on to him and never let go. He was grumpy, cold & distant at times but he was so incredibly compassionate, patient, understanding, a little stubborn and frustrating. He was a broken soul so worthy of love if only he would let it in. I loved how much he cared about the people in the town who needed it the most. His guilt, heartache & childhood killed me and I don't think I've ever cried so much in a book before. I want to keep Jax he now belongs to me #sorrynotsorry
▪▪▪ “I missed you, Moon,” I confessed. “I missed you more. I missed your light so damn much. I’d been living in darkness for so long… I missed you…” ▪▪▪
With small town romances comes small town people and this book had quite the assortment. Some fantastic others not so much.. I loved Joy she was such a bright spot in this town. Connor was one of my fav side characters ever I loved how he was funny, witty, ridiculous but so genuine & kind. Eddie & Marie aswell as Yoana & Nathan were also great.
There were also those few who I disliked (Amanda, Penn & Cole will just be erased from my memory) and wished maybe there would've been more confrontation, consequences and closure where they were concerned but the book was more about Kennedy & Jax so I chose to ignore that
I don't think I'll ever get over this story but it does deal with some hard topics so take caution when reading and TW necessary for emotional and physical child abuse.
▪▪▪ "she was the sun. She was my sun. I fell in love with the sun, and she kept my cold heart warm." ▪▪▪
《book aesthetic made by me. I do not own the pictures, all found via pinterest》
Even the town’s black sheep needed a friend sometimes
Southern Storms, an all-new, small town second chance romance from Brittainy C. Cherry, is available now!
All I wanted to do was run away, I never expected to crash into his arms…
After leaving the city life behind to escape my loveless marriage, I moved to small town Havenbarrow for a fresh start.
What I didn’t expect was to find myself drawn to the town’s black sheep.
They called him troubled. Cold. A man with a dark past.
What everyone seemed to miss about Jax was the splashes of light in his eyes. The random acts of kindness he performed when no one was watching. The way he made me smile and laugh.
Jax helped unpack the baggage I’d been carrying around with me. He was patient with my pain and gentle with my scars. He was the stillness during my hurricane.
Yet when both of our pasts come back to haunt our present days, we realized quickly that sometimes love stories didn’t end the way we’d hoped.
Sometimes you were left with only the damage from the storm.
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Excerpt
Joy Jones was quite the character to take in. That morning, when the sun came up, she walked outside to her front porch and sat down in her rocking chair with a smile on her face and a large cup of coffee. A few of my nosy visitors told me that it was a daily routine for her.
Her silver-dripped hair was tossed up in a messy bun being held together with two knitting needles, and her thick-framed, vibrant-orange glasses sat on top of her head. She wore a vibrant bow in her hair that matched her dress for the day, and she always greeted everyone who passed by her house, even when they didn’t speak back to her. Everyone in town called her Crazy Joy, even though she was the kindest person. Her only odd quirk was that she never left her property.
I wondered how she managed, though. I wondered how she kept living without stepping foot outside of her home. It seemed she hadn’t any children and she didn’t have a caregiver who came to aid her, from what I could tell.
Later that morning, my questions were answered as a blue pick-up truck pulled in front of the house. Needless to say, my jaw dropped to the ground when I saw Mr. Personality step out of the vehicle. He walked his way straight toward Joy’s front porch with his arms filled with grocery bags.
He proceeded to greet Joy. She stood from the rocking chair as he set the bags down on the porch. Then, he hugged her.
He hugged her!
I wouldn’t have thought someone as grumpy as Mr. Personality had the ability to hug someone. The two of them walked inside to put the groceries away, leaving me completely baffled and unable to return to my scheduled reading. It took a lot to break me away from a book. And by ‘a lot,’ I meant a lot. My house could’ve been on fire, aliens could’ve beamed me up, and I would’ve still been trying to get in that one last page. When my own love story was broken, I turned to story books to heal the cracks of my broken heartbeats. When my world fell apart, the story books still believed in happily ever afters. Those books saved me on the days I felt my soul falling victim to the hardest of storms.
Yet, Mr. Personality pulled me away from the words against the page. He made me curious about him walking into Joy’s house. Watching him chat away with her had my mind racing. A few minutes later, when the two of them walked back outside with two glasses in their hands—one with wine, the other with some dark liquor—whiskey, I assumed—I couldn’t stop myself from glancing over to them. Joy kept talking, and Mr. Personality kept responding. Even though I couldn’t hear what they were saying, Joy looked beyond smitten with whatever was being said her way, which forced my own heart to skip a few beats.
Well, I’ll be damned.
The town’s asshole made me swoon.
About Brittainy
Author Brittainy C. Cherry is an Amazon #1 bestselling author.
She has been in love with words since the day she took her first breath. She graduated from Carroll University with a Bachelor Degree in Theatre Arts and a minor in Creative Writing.
Her novels have been published in 18+ countries around the world. Brittainy lives in Brookfield, Wisconsin with her fur babies.
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