{"id":54581,"date":"2020-09-11T08:00:23","date_gmt":"2020-09-11T12:00:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=54581"},"modified":"2025-08-29T01:15:19","modified_gmt":"2025-08-29T05:15:19","slug":"blog-tour-excerpt-the-wreckage-of-us-by-brittainy-c-cherry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=54581","title":{"rendered":"Blog Tour & Excerpt: The Wreckage of Us by Brittainy C. Cherry"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Wreckage of Us, an all-new emotional and passionate standalone romance from Brittainy C. Cherry is available now!<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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Blurb<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Never in a million years did I think it would be Ian Parker who saved me…<\/p>\n

I know I should stay away from Ian Parker.<\/p>\n

But when my drug-dealing stepdad kicks me out, I have nowhere to go. Squatting in an abandoned shed on Ian\u2019s grandpa\u2019s farm seems like as good a plan as any.<\/p>\n

Ian finds me there, of course, and he insists on me moving into his spare room. I should say no, but the appeal of a roof and a warm bed is too much. Not to mention Ian\u2019s brown eyes and strong arms.<\/p>\n

We\u2019re nothing alike, but the spark between us is undeniable. My life is finally looking up.<\/p>\n

Until I call the cops on my stepdad and unintentionally get my pregnant mom arrested.<\/p>\n

Now I have to sacrifice my dreams to take care of my mom\u2019s baby. She\u2019s the only family I have left. Meanwhile, Ian\u2019s band is taking off; his dreams are coming true.<\/p>\n

Ian is my one chance at love. I just hope he doesn\u2019t become the one chance that got away.<\/p>\n

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Excerpt<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Hazel<\/em><\/p>\n

I needed the job at Eres Ranch in order to save up money for my sister or brother. I needed money to buy prenatal vitamins for Mama. Money to make sure her fridge was full. Money to make sure that somehow the baby could come into the world with a little bit more than I had.<\/p>\n

Then, with the rest of the money, I\u2019d buy a one-way ticket and leave Eres and never look back. Somehow, I\u2019d convince Mama to come with me, too, with the new baby. The last thing she needed to do was raise a child with Charlie around.<\/p>\n

Mama was right\u2014we did have a roof over our heads because of Charlie. But just because someone gave you four walls to stay in didn\u2019t mean they weren\u2019t a prison. I couldn\u2019t wait for the day that I collected enough money to get myself my own four walls. Those four walls would be filled with love, not threats. With happiness, not fear.<\/p>\n

And the name Charlie Riley would be a distant memory.<\/p>\n

Big Paw rubbed the back of his neck. \u201cWe were looking for ranch hands, not some girl who\u2019s probably too afraid to get her hands dirty.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not afraid of that at all. I\u2019ll get down and dirty with the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have to be able to lift over sixty pounds.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll lift seventy.\u201d<\/p>\n

He cocked an eyebrow and leaned forward. \u201cYou have to be here before the sun rises, and if you don\u2019t finish the task, you stay after dusk, and there ain\u2019t no overtime. You get paid by the daily tasks being completed, not by the hours you spend here. If you get done early, you can leave early. If you get done late, you\u2019re stuck here late. Also, I don\u2019t<\/p>\n

believe in three strikes. I believe in one. Mess up, and you\u2019re gone. You understand, girl?\u201d<\/p>\n

If anyone else called me \u201cgirl,\u201d I\u2019d slam my fist straight into their nose to show them just how much of a girl I was, but hearing it come from Big Paw wasn\u2019t an insult. He called it as he saw it in a straightforward way. He\u2019d call any man younger than him \u201cboy,\u201d too, because he could. I was sure people who identified differently would be offended by the title Big Paw would give them, but he was too old to bother correcting himself.<\/p>\n

Old dog, new tricks and all.<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand.\u201d I nodded. \u201cI\u2019ll be the hardest worker out there, I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

He grumbled some more and rubbed his beard. \u201cFine, but don\u2019t come complaining to me when you ruin your favorite pair of shoes in the pigpens. You report to the stables tomorrow at noon sharp for training with my grandson, Ian. He\u2019ll be in charge of getting you up and running.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sat up a bit straighter as my stomach tightened. \u201cWait, Ian is training me?\u201d I frowned. \u201cAre you sure Marcus or James or someone can\u2019t take me on?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Those boys are already training a few other ranch hands.\u201d He raised his brow once more. \u201cYou aren\u2019t already making yourself difficult, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head. \u201cNo, sir\u2014er\u2014Big Paw. Sorry. That is fine. Noon tomorrow. I\u2019ll be there.\u201d<\/p>\n

The idea of being trained by Ian Parker made me want to gag. He was known as the playboy rock star of Eres. Ian had graduated three years before me, and I\u2019d been the lucky girl with my locker right beside his during my freshman year. Which meant I\u2019d had a front-and-center viewing of him swapping spit with whatever small-town groupie was wrapped around his pinkie at the time.<\/p>\n

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About the Author<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Author Brittainy C. Cherry is an Amazon #1 bestselling author.<\/span><\/p>\n

She has been in love with words since the day she took her first breath. She graduated from Carroll University with a Bachelors Degree in Theatre Arts and a minor in Creative Writing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her novels have been published in 18+ countries around the world. Brittainy lives in Brookfield, Wisconsin with her fur babies.<\/span><\/p>\n

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