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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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Loss and hopelessness are lingering just around the corners of Kennedy’s daily life. The marriage that was once the comfort through the storm, held a turmoil that only punished Kennedy throughout the darkest days. The pain only grew in intensity and Kennedy finally decided to walk away if her heart was ever going to heal. That’s exactly what Kennedy’s tattered soul did. Refuge was only a phone call away. An open-ended invitation to look towards brighter days.
Moving to the country was everything that Kennedy didn’t realize she was missing. A warm and comforting welcome from her sister certainly filled an empty spot in the soul. While exploring the neighborhood, Kennedy crosses paths with a guy that is known as the town jerk. Jax is a complicated man with one heck of a ‘bite’ to him. What made the interaction even more jolting was the fact Kennedy and Jax knew each other during their youth. Life has certainly changed since summer camp, and Kennedy and Jax know that things will never be like they were for their friendship from years past. Can Jax lead Kennedy down a path of redemption? Or will the realization of their turmoil cause them both to give in to the pain?
What an interesting and complicated tale Brittainy Cherry has written in Southern Storms. As usual – when I realized the author was coming out with a new book, I knew that it would take me on an unforgettable journey. Kennedy is dealing with an insurmountable amount of heartache. Jax not only has a chip on his shoulder, but he is hiding his own set of secrets that haunts his soul. Through the storms, two destinies quickly unite. A friendship formed in childhood. The duo gives fate a chance in this journey of life.
I loved the fact that Kennedy and Jax were long lost friends. In fact, it made their ‘reunion’ that much sweeter. The tug of war between pain, longing, and wanting to find happiness was……well….inspirational. Tragedy, heartache, and pain know no age, location, or circumstance. This story left me ending the last page with a heart that felt so full. Southern Storms is a MUST READ for everyone!!
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.