The Dirty Book Girls: Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Inks & Lies by S.L. Jennings

Are you ready to meet Rhys & Fi in the newest romantic

stand alone by S.L. Jennings?

INK & LIES IS NOW LIVE!

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Blurb

From International Best Selling Romance Novelist, Hope Hughes, comes a gripping, heartfelt tale of two lovers, fighting for the freedom to…

No. Scratch that. Too cheesy.

…two people, torn apart by the tumultuous tides of life, only to discover refuge in…

WTF? What does that even mean? DELETE.

…two people, confused as shit as to where they should be and who they should love and none of this means a damn thing because it’s all lies!

Lies.

I’m not Hope Hughes. I’m not some fierce woman romance machine. Hell, I’m not even a woman.

I’m a liar.

And while I refuse to believe my own BS, deceit masked in heartfelt phrases of love and devotion, I want to make her believe them. Because maybe—just maybe—if she can find the soul within my words, she’ll also be able to find the truth scribbled on my heart.

You see, I once lived for the perfect plot twist.

I just never expected to actually live it.

This is my story. Well, maybe her story. I just wish I could make it our story.

The one I’m still writing.

Excerpt

“Yeah, but…” Her eyes grow wide and glossy as she tries to sift through all the reasons why that theory shouldn’t apply to her. In the end, she relies on her heart. “You said I wasn’t like those other women…that those other women weren’t me.”

I should tell her she’s right. I should put her out of her misery and reassure her that the last ten years were as real and meaningful to me as they were for her. That even though I may sling gift-wrapped bullshit for the general public, only she knows the true, honest parts of my heart. But with my tongue possessed by the taste of her rejection, I play the petty card, and do just the opposite.

“I guess I was wrong, especially considering yesterday’s events. Maybe you’re no different from them. And maybe you were right about me…that I do sabotage with sex to keep people at arm’s length. Because in the end, that’s all I want anyway, right?”

“You don’t mean that.”

I nod. “Yeah. I do.”

“So what are you saying?” The hurt is so thick in her throat that I can barely hear the words.

I suck in a breath, and scrub a hand over my forehead. “You were right about me. About us. We shouldn’t have done…what we did. And we can’t move on and pretend that it didn’t change us. What’s done is done.”

“I agree,” she nods, with a tinge of hope in her voice.

“So, maybe we should just see this for what it is—the end. You’re starting your life with Joshua and moving away, and I’m going on with mine.”

“Wait, August. No, that’s not—”

“You didn’t actually think we’d be able to keep this up, did you? What, you thought we’d turn out to be the modern day Cathy and Heathcliff? I’m not some swoony, literary hero, Fi. I’m not here to rescue you from your shitty love life that stems from your shitty childhood.”

“I never said you were—”

I’m rambling, spewing verbal diarrhea all over her blue cashmere, but I can’t stop. I can’t shut off the bile that has been choking me since this morning when she disclosed her impending nuptials. “You have Joshua. He’s the one you chose. He’s the one you want. You made that perfectly clear. So what the fuck do you need with me?”

“I thought we were friends, August. I thought you and me were—”

“Well, I guess you were wrong. Friends don’t fuck each other and then five minutes later get engaged. And why would you want to be friends with some empty, misogynistic prick like me anyway?”

“I-I didn’t mean,” her voice cracks, and the first tear escapes. She quickly dashes it away, refusing to let me play witness to her weakness. But I’ve already seen it. I share that very same weakness that has her bottom lip trembling. I’m just too much of a coward to show it.

“Look, I’m sorry. I think we just need a break.”

“A break. Yes,” she nods, dashing away tears. “You’re right. We both said things we shouldn’t have. Let’s just take a few days to…”

“No. A break from this,” I clarify, gesturing between us. “From us. This isn’t working anymore.”

“You’re being melodramatic, August. We’ve had fights before. We’ve said things we didn’t mean, and we always were able to work it out.”

I shake my head and look away, refusing to acknowledge the dejection on her face. “But I meant everything I said.”

REVIEW

I was given this book as an ARC for an honest review.

August Rhys Calloway (aka Hope Hughes, romance author extraordinaire) has sworn off love in every way shape and form. Well, except for the hot, sweaty, headboard banging, ‘you scratch my back and I’ll leave bite marks on yours’, kind of love. However, his best buddy, Fiona Shaw, knows that Mr. Right is out there just waiting to create the perfect life with her. You know the one; beautiful house, white picket fence, 2.5 kids, Volvo in the driveway, the whole she-bang. But who is, and where we find, Mr. Right is always a surprise.

These two have been best friends for a decade. They share everything together. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the things that should never be spoken of again (Read the book. You'll understand that last part better). But when Fi finds someone she wants to believe is Mr. Right, their friendship becomes strained and those pesky feelings and emotions start messing with the game plan.

This is the first romance book I’ve read that was 98% written in a man’s perspective. Not that I’m saying it’s bad! It’s just not something I expected. The characters were all well written, but the author seemed to lightly skim over the couple sex scenes in the book. Almost like she wasn’t comfortable getting into too much detail. Now that may be fine to most people, but for me when an author does that it leaves me feeling kind of detached of emotion. This is the first book I’ve read from this author and maybe that’s just her writing style. I just felt like those scenes were an afterthought and since they played such a big part of the story, it felt like something was missing. But again, that may just be me and I don’t want that alone to sway you from reading this book. It had some very funny laugh out loud moments and characters. And it had some really serious make you wonder if that was just a sniffle you felt in your nose moments. Therefore, I rate this one 3.75 stars.

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