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Because He’s Perfect is a charity anthology with all proceeds being donated to the Movember Foundation.

Twenty-two authors ranging from first-time writers to long-term storytellers, seek to dispel all the myths from the romance world about what a perfect hero should be.

Emotional or physical disabilities and illnesses are nothing to be ashamed of; in fact, they can make a man. With the inclusion of a poignantly emotional foreword by NYT Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan, this anthology will take you on a journey through comedic laughs, sweet contemporary romance, and into the world of darkness and bizarre.

Joining the authors on their quest are one graphic artist, two photographers, and two models donating their time and efforts to this project, which has inspired all involved.

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Samantha Lewis: It wasn’t too hard really to come up with the title of my story. I wanted to make the story light-hearted. It fits perfectly with the story as well.

Claire Marta: The title of my story made sense as it mirrors part of the story which I’m not going to spoil for you.

Alice La Roux: The working title for my story was ‘Mirrors’, but as the story developed I wasn’t happy with that anymore. I just felt that ‘Broken Reflections’ was a better fit.  

Morgan Campbell: My title is called “The Heart of The Matter” Since I was writing about a heart defect, and the story shows what really matters when two people fall in love, it just made sense to call it that.

Lexi C Foss: The title of my story is the last name of my agent – Chase.

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REVIEW ~ ELEANOR & GREY by Brittainy C. Cherry

Today we are thrilled to be sharing our 5-star review of Brittainy C. Cherry’s all-new contemporary romance, ELEANOR & GREY


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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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

Eleanor Gable and Grey East’s story captivated me from the word go and although I had no plans to review this tear-jerker of a read, it certainly merits mentioning. Cherry has delivered a story which is unputdownable, covers everything that I look for in what is my favourite genre, contemporary romance and focuses on how grief is overcome with utmost sensitivity. Being pushed for time meant I did all-nighter…no regret there except the result was a very damp pillow and very red eyes in the morning!

The author’s narrative and timeline flow smoothly; however, it saddened me to see how one of the protagonist’s life had developed in later years. The story starts out with teenage platonic love, a deep understanding, a friendship I thought would never end. Greyson gives Eleanor hope to carry on; she, in turn, discovers that he’s been suffering in silence and they’re simply there for each other.

‘If he was a book character, he’d be the hero.’

But life gets in the way and gradually these two youngsters lose contact. Even though there’s a huge time gap, I didn’t miss those lost years. Later, when the bomb dropped, here begins what felt like another heart-wrenching tale of woe. And I know tragedy is unmeasurable but I found the second part of the book even more distressing than the first.

“Fear’s okay, as long as you don’t let it drown you.”

Young Eleanor got me at the drop of a hat. Ooh, her reading material…her choice was perfect and took me back to many a night when I used to read those books to my son. And her love of dragonflies, her dress sense and more importantly, her attitude. She’s a self-confessed introvert but takes no nonsense from her peers. If she doesn’t like what’s going on around her, she buries her head in a book. She escapes. From a loving family, nothing could go wrong. Or could it?

‘It was sad that so many people went through life without knowing they were filled with magic.’

Grey. Ooh my goodness me. Did I shed a bunch of tears over him! Yeap, get ready for ugly cries ladies ‘cause you’d have to made of tough stuff not to. A lad who should have had everything to live for has his own issues to deal with. Then fast-forward and the Grey I’d grown to feel deeply for, who Eleanor knew, had changed. That loving boy’s gone; he’s aloof, stern and emotionally closed off towards his daughters when they need him more than ever. Except for work, he has a virtually non-existent homelife and his prickly demeanour frosts what should have been a loving and safe environment for his gals.

‘Grief shows its face and it unforgivingly drowns you, and for a while, you wonder if staying under the water would be better than ever breathing again.’

I have to add that this hurt me no end and it made me think that there wasn’t an end to Grey agonizing over what had happened. However, consequences play a huge part and just maybe there is light at the end of the tunnel.

“Live in this moment, my dragonfly. Live fully in the moment.”

One cannot argue the importance of family and Cherry’s made every possible effort to drive this message home to her readers. She’s also gone above board in regards to healing, self-forgiveness, and acceptance. Grey’s girls, his mother-in-law and best friend, Landon…I adored them all. Eleanor’s cousin is a real case and a half and hoping to see more of her and Landon. Beautifully written, I highly recommend reading this book that’ll evoke all the feels you didn’t think you had in you. Bravo Cherry!


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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.


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.



“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.


“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.


Meet 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 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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