Southern Storms by Brittainy C Cherry Blog Tour

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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!

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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:
Kennedy 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.
Southern Storms is another "give you the feels" from Brittainy C Cherry!
Kennedy leaves her douche of a husband only to be tossed into the oncoming path of an ass.
Brittainy C Cherry brings life to a living in a small town. 
Jaxson and Kennedy are such wonderful characters. Their pain is so easy to imagine. I totally understand where Kennedy was coming from, as I lost a 6 year old son, so this one hit closer to home than most. Well written, full of angst, Southern Storms is a wonderful story. While I didn't find it a page turner, it was a slow burn. It was sweet and sassy, sad and happy. The full gamut of emotions.
Another great story by this author.
4 stars

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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Filthy Little Pretties Blog Tour with excerpt and Rachel's Review

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"Trilina delivers an addictive romance high on angst and drama and a book that is total sexy perfection. Prepare to be twisted into delicious knots! I loved it!" Siobhan Davis, USA Today bestselling author

Filthy Little Pretties, an all-new edgy and angst-filled standalone from Trilina Pucci is available now!

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Donovan Kennedy is the girl dreams are made of.
Five years ago, she was our best friend.
Our moral compass.
The girl that held our hands everywhere we went.
The three of us were young. Innocent.
Nothing could touch us — not even heartache.
That was then.
Now she’s back. All grown up.
With red lips and long legs — a challenge waiting to be accepted. A prize that’ll turn our world upside down.
Brothers turned to enemies.
Friendships decimated.
Lies told.
Hearts torn apart.
We never expected to fall for the girl.
In the end, she’ll only choose one —Me.
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Excerpt
The boys laugh, pouring only two shots. They both stand staring at me, Grey to my right and Liam to my left, as my head shifts slowly between them. It’s my turn to toast. Liam licks the side of his glass, cleaning some liquid that’s spilled, and my eyes dart to his tongue, watching it drag over the smooth surface, lapping up the Jack. Before I can stop myself, the words are already out. “To bad ideas and the boys who get me into trouble.” The shot glasses hit the counter the minute they drink, and I tip my head back laughing. I rub my lips together and smile at them. “We need music.” “Done.” Liam grabs the bottle of Jack and walks over to his phone that’s on the counter, picking it up and looking down with a serious expression. He stays that way for only a moment before his beautiful face pops back up smiling, as the music filters out through speakers in the ceiling. I wander over toward the couch, Grey right behind me, as the music amps up, hitting a crescendo. Liam turns it up loud, and Grey grabs me, spinning me around. We start to jump and thrash our arms around, Liam joining in, losing ourselves to the music and yelling to the ceiling. It’s perfect. They’re perfect. The oversized shirt I’m wearing bounces up, exposing glimpses of G-string, but I don’t care because it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except this night. Liam takes a swig from the Jack and passes it over to Grey as I shake my hips and turn in a circle. I lick my lips, my teeth sinking into the bottom one, as Liam comes up behind me, matching my rhythm and swaying back and forth. His hand splays over my stomach, and the warmth I was feeling from the liquor feels like ice in comparison to his large palm. He turns us to face Grey, who is standing stock-still, bottle in hand and a cigarette lifting to his lips. He takes in a long drag as he watches us dance. It’s the way he watches that makes my entire body feel on fire. He’s arrogant. Entitled. Like a goddamn king. My very favorite version. My eyes drift to his torso, taking in the tattoo again and smiling. It’s fitting for him— “I am not led, I lead.” He does lead, everyone but me. In fact, I’ll never tell that I already knew what it meant. Sometimes, it’s more fun to let him believe his saying. He juts his chin, calling me to him, but I don’t move. Try again. Liam nudges my waist, speaking into my ear. “Go on, Van. He won’t bite. Unless you ask him to.” Holy, hellfire and brimstone. I’m going to burn for this. Closing the three feet between us feels like the longest walk of my life, each step erasing the line before it. My throat is dry, but I’m already wet everywhere else. My thoughts are barreling around in my mind like they’re all in a freefall. But all I know is that I want whatever Grey has to offer. Grey looks down at me as I come to a stop in front of him, peeking up through my lashes. “You wanna hit?” He brings the cigarette back between his lips, sucking in the smoke, and I nod, but he doesn’t hand it to me, just blows up into the air. Grey’s eyes lock to mine as his head tips back down. “Ask me nicely.” “No.” My hair is swept over my shoulder as the heat from Liam’s body engulfs me from behind. His lips graze my neck as he inhales up my jawline, making my head tilt and breath suck in between my teeth. Lines aren’t just being blurred. They don’t fucking exist anymore. “Come on, Van. Ask us nicely,” Liam whispers, and my eyes shut. When I open them, Grey flicks his cigarette into the fire. He licks his lips, letting his eyes drift down my body to where Liam’s finger is tracing the hem of the T-shirt at the top of my thigh. Liam’s finger runs back and forth indecently slow, barely ducking under the fabric, but I’m already panting, wet, and hungry. So fucking hungry. They’re really good at this. “Were you actually talking about smoking?” I ask, already suspecting the answer. “Not even a little, Cherry.”



Trilina Pucci is a new to me author and if this is normally how she writes? We'll become old friends quickly! haha.
While this is New Adult (not even close to a genre I usually read, I must have missed that in the description when I signed up for the arc) I couldn't put it down.
Liam, Donovan, and Grey were thick as thieves in their younger years (I say younger years when they're only like 17-18...geesh) and when she comes back, a senior in high school, she's every boys wet dream and most definitely not who Grey and Liam expected to see. They quickly became once again, inseparable and their love, an adult version.
I was hooked on the authors prose, her characterization which led to you forgetting (or I suppose not really caring) how young these characters really are. She writes the angst so well. The tension, the desire that emanates from each character is all you can feel. You forget that they're high school seniors (and as a mom that's a good thing because had my kids acted like that in high school I would have sent them to military school, haha)
There's some totally sexy times, there are times when you feel so sorry for these children that haven't been shown and sort of "normal parental love and caring", and there are times when you mutter "if you were my child I'd have spanked your ass and sent you to your room".
This author pulled no punches. She pushed these characters to find their way, choose their love, the rest of the world be damned. The choices, the hurt, the love. Friends, enemies, lovers. Vindication, revenge, these characters go full steam ahead in whatever they're feeling at the moment and you get that. The author makes you feel every single one of the emotions, the choices and their consequences.  
Had this been about older, even just so much as early 20's I think it would have had a different spin. It would have been easier as an "adult", lol I wanted to say older here, reader to "enjoy" the sex and all the references to it. But that being said, I don't know if the characters being older would have negated some of that amazing angst that was so well done. The turmoil of the child finding his way to adulthood would have diminished if the character were a bit older, and it was so well done as is.
A great 4.5 star read for me... and I'm off to find another book by this author, but perhaps one with older characters so I can enjoy the angsty, darker, needier sexy times. lol 

4.5 Stars

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About Trilina Trilina is an author, wife, and mama to three rowdy kiddos. When she isn't making grilled cheese sandwiches, she can be found writing saucy novels that titillate and excite her readers. Pucci’s journey started impulsively. She wanted to check off a box on her bucket list. But what began as fulfillment has become incredibly fulfilling. And now she can’t see her life without her characters, her readers and this community. She currently resides in Northern California with her Italian stallion and her feral children, where the days are slow and easy and wine pours are heavy. (just kidding…maybe)
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