#Review #Giveaway Ink & Lies by @MrsSLJ @RSofRomance

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.

Review - 4 Stars
Sometimes the journey from friends to lovers is beautiful and seamless. Sometimes it's full of denial, heart break and disappointment.

Fiona is a true romantic that loves spending time with her favorite book boyfriends. Her biggest dream is to find a real life prince charming. She finds herself constantly finding frogs and she has been in love with her best friend for over a decade.She keeps her feeling hidden because August doesn't believe in love. Everything in their world is perfect until Fiona falls in love with a handsome doctor.

August is a famous writer and uses the pen name Hope. He does not believe that love exist beyond the fictional pages that he creates. He only has two people that he cares about in the world and one of them is Fiona. He writes so that she will fall in love with his words. He would do anything to make sure that she is safe and happy, but he doesn't have romantic feeling for her. Or does he?

As major events start to take place in both of their lives the friends find it hard to hold onto their normal. The more things change the harder it is for August to deny his feelings for Fiona.

I'm saying that I want to be him, I want to be Darcy and Heathcliff and Roark and Blythe and Rochester and Grey and Cullen and all those heroes you've dreamt about every day since the day I met you...

  Ink and lies transitions between August's reality and the fictional world that he creates. It was hard for me to connect with him because of his cynicism regarding love as well as a few other things. I absolutely loved fiona on the other hand. She is light, vibrant burst of sunshine.

S.L. Jennings writing style is genius in Ink and Lies. She has a way with words that draws you in and there are a few laugh out loud moments that made this tale a memorable one. 

*4 Ink and Lies Stars*

**ARC provided to Books Need TLC in exchange for an honest review**

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.”

About the Author:

S.L. Jennings is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance, reality TV junkie, obsessive coffee drinker and collector of crazy.

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