Eleanor & Grey by Brittainy C. Cherry

 

Eleanor & Grey, an all-new beautiful and emotional standalone from Brittainy C. Cherry is available now!

 

Title: Eleanor & Grey

Author:  Brittainy C. Cherry

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 6, 2019

 

Greyson East left his mark on me.

As the young girl who first fell for him, I didn’t know much about life. I did know about his smiles, though, and his laughs, and the strange way my stomach flipped when he was near.

Life was perfect…until it wasn’t, and when we were forced to go our separate ways, I held on to our memories, let go of my first crush, and wished for the day I’d find him again.

When my wish came true, it was nothing like I imagined.

I couldn’t have known when I took the nanny position that it would be his children I looked after, that my new boss would be that boy I used to know, that boy who was now a man—a cold, lonely, detached man. 

The smile and laugh I had loved so much were gone, now distant memories. Every part of him was covered in a fresh pain.

When he realized who I was, he made me promise to do my job and my job only. 
He made me promise not to try to get to know him, not to recall the memories I’d treasured all this time. 

But, sometimes, I saw the boy I’d once known in his stormy eyes. I saw the Greyson who smiled and laughed, who had stolen a young girl’s heart, and there was no doubt in my mind that this boy was worth fighting for.

I was given a second chance with the one who’d left his mark on me. All I hoped was that somehow I’d leave a mark on his soul, too.

 

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Eleanor & Grey 
by Brittainy C. Cherry © 2019

Eleanor

Thirty-two years old

Greyson’s assistant, Allison, finished giving me a tour of the house. “Okay, I think that’s everything. I’m going to head out now, but go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Get used to the property. Mr. East knows you’re here today, so don’t feel like you aren’t allowed to wander around a bit. If you need anything, my cell number is on the contact list in the book, or you can email me. If nothing comes up, I hope your first day goes well. Claire will be with you Monday to make sure the transition goes smoothly.”

I must have looked terrified because as Allison grabbed her coat and purse to leave, she gave me a light squeeze on the shoulder.

“You’re going to be fine, Eleanor. Mind over matter. You got this. Let’s touch base later in the week so I can check in on how things are going.”

“Sounds great. Thanks, Allison.”

After she left, I took a deep breath and flipped through a few pages in the binder. Then, I did a once-through of the house, familiarizing myself with whose room was where. There was something so unsettling about the quietness of Greyson’s home. It was so dark with an odd gloomy feeling attached to it, haunting almost. I didn’t mean dark as in the lighting situation, rather it was the energy level. There was such a heaviness in the space.

The place felt like a house, not a home.

If I hadn’t known any better, I wouldn’t have believed a family lived there at all.

It felt so abandoned, almost like a memory frozen in time.

That might’ve just been my own thoughts, thought, due to knowing about the tragedy that had taken place in the lives of the individuals who lived there. With the number of books I’d read, it wasn’t inaccurate to say my mind wandered toward the dramatics.

I walked back into the kitchen, flipping through the binder, completely taken aback by the girls’ schedules. Between school, swim lessons, karate, piano lessons, physical therapy, and grief counseling, I wasn’t sure how they found the time to live a little.

“Eleanor.”

I leaped out of my skin at the sound of my name and turned to see Greyson standing behind me with an empty glass in his hand. He was dressed in a suit and tie, which was so strange to me.

Who wore a suit and tie in their own home?

I hardly wore pants when I was home alone.

“Oh, Greyson, hi. Sorry I’m still here. Allison was just giving me a tour, and she said it was okay to look around a bit more.”

“She made me aware.”

Wow. He had responded immediately, unlike the first time I saw him. I called that progress.

I smiled at him, but he didn’t smile back, and that felt like the oddest thing in the world. The old Greyson had been full of smiles.

“It’s a beautiful home,” I stated, unsure what else to talk about. “It’s massive. I swear, it’s like ten times the size of my place.” He blankly stared my way as I shifted from foot to foot. “I love the décor,” I blurted out, and I hated myself the second the words left my lips. Just walk away, Eleanor. Don’t be awkward. “Those throw pillows in your living room are to die for. Where did you get them?”

“The interior designer chose everything,” he replied dryly.

“Oh, right, of course. My interior designer is normally the clearance section at T.J. Maxx,” I joked. “Or on special occasions, Target.”

He didn’t laugh, probably because I wasn’t funny.

I wondered when was the last time he’d laughed.

Did he ever find anything funny anymore?

We kept staring at one another in the most uncomfortable silence, though I didn’t feel as if I could pull myself away from it. I probably stared at him too long, but how could I not? I’d gone fifteen-some years without looking at him. It was understandable that I wouldn’t be able to turn away quickly.

The awkwardness of it all finally came to a halt when Greyson cleared his throat.

“Eleanor?”

“Yes?”

“I came for water.”

“Oh?” I stared at him like an idiot, wide-eyed like a deer in headlights, waiting for his next words. I stood still as if he were going to expand on his interest in water. Was he offering me a drink? Were we going to sip water and catch up on things? Was I finally going to be able to ask him how he’d become the CEO of his father’s company at such a young age? What had happened to his father?

His stare narrowed, and his lips turned down in a displeased fashion. He nodded once.

“Hmm?” I asked.

He nodded more aggressively this time, gesturing past me.

I glanced behind me and realized I was standing right in front of the refrigerator, blocking the water dispenser. I stepped to the side, mentally beating myself up.

Idiot.

“Oh, right, of course. Well, I think I’m done here, so I’ll see myself out,” I stated, scrambling to grab my binder. “Have a good afternoon.”

He didn’t reply, but that wasn’t shocking. I was quickly learning that this new Greyson didn’t have nearly as much to say as the old one.

 

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Rosa's rating: 5 iScream Cones

"He was him, and I was me, and we were us."

This was my first time to read a Brittainy C. Cherry book. Yeah, I know. Where have I been, right? That's what convinced me to give her a try, I've been hearing the buzz. I wasn't sure what drew the readers to her, I wondered if she wrote dark, emotional or sexy stories. Well, it was #2. She had me feeling more than I wanted to, at least in public. I recommend having tissues nearby when you start reading this one, it will pull your heartstrings, more than once.

I really enjoyed how the author allowed me to get to know the characters as teens. They were sweet and quirky and awkward, and it was perfect. The gradual slow build had me wanting to light a match and speed things up, but I must admit that sometimes things work out better when you let them reach their natural conclusion. I'm not saying it did, just that sometimes it does. 😉

With my head in the clouds, and already knowing they were going to split up, I still found myself yearning for them to be a couple. I read the synopsis so I knew he was going to have kids with someone else and she would eventually be hired as his nanny. But tell that to my stubborn mind that was virtually sprinkling magical fairytale dust around them as they grew closer and closer. They just seemed so perfectly suited for each other and I struggled to accept the loss when they went their separate ways.

When the time came for their paths to cross again years later it was nice that I had those memories in the back of my head of where they had come from. Because the Grey that I met later was nothing like the sweet smiling teenager from before. They were like day and night, opposite ends of the spectrum. Greyson had passed gray and moved right on to black. He was cold and formal and dark. The boy who had been there for her when she needed him then, wanted no help from her now. He insisted that she maintain professional behavior, reminding her that he was her boss and his name was Mr. East, not Grey. Well, lah dee dah, Mr. Cranky Pants was being uppity and rude. I wanted to slap some sense upside his head, but I also wanted to know what happened to make him that way.

I got my answers and my tissues. I cried for her and for him, and for them. I was me, and they were them, and we were us. They just didn't know it. I was all up in their business, eavesdropping, and spying. Totally invested in the outcome of what was going on between them. And it was, I could still feel their chemistry. But, there were so many more obstacles and walls and pain between them now. More tissues needed...sigh. That's all I can tell you. Read. Cry. Sigh. Repeat.

 

 

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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 Bachelors 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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