Tuesday, February 9, 2016

It's live! Ink and Lies by: S.L. Jennings...review, excerpt and giveaway!!


Are you ready to meet Rhys & Fi in the newest romantic
stand alone by S.L. Jennings?


 
INK & LIES IS NOW LIVE!

 



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.
My Review: 4-4.5 stars!
Ink and Lies (ARC provided)
What a concept for a story it was so different and totally not what I expected. I love going into a book not knowing what I am going to get. The prologue is one that gets you immediately and you just know you won’t be stopping any time soon.

This book is primarily told from the hero’s point of view so I felt like I really got inside his head and connected with him. August/Rys (H) is a writer but unfortunately he wasn’t “accomplished” until he writes romance using a pen name and soon becomes a bestselling author. Fiona/Fi (h) is his best friend and one of only 3 people that know his true identity. August doesn’t believe in love, romance, and fairy tales. He just writes it. Fiona wants the fairy tale the book boyfriend at all the buildup. After a decade of being friends and sharing detailed stores of their "extracurricular" actives, Fiona has finally found the one. August isn’t sure what to make of this new guy, he wants her to be happy but he doesn’t want to lose her. Soon August begins to question himself, their friendship and everything he’s become.

“It looks, smells, feels like romance, yet for some reason, it doesn’t. It’s just real.”

This book had me laughing out loud and times, clenching my jaw with frustration, and cheering too. I thought the author did an excellent job of giving us all these emotions. I have to say the one thing I had hoped for was more of Fiona. In this particular story it would’ve been nice to get a little more into her head. I didn’t connect with her like I did August.  I think I would have absolutely loved her if I was given a little more.
All in all this was an original story that I will recommend to many. This is not your typical romance and I thought it was really clever and very well written.
I’ll leave you with my favorite quote…

“Reading is nurturing of the mind…a cleansing of the soul. It opens our eyes to unseen beauty, and our hearts to the untouched pieces of ourselves that we’ve hidden away from the world.”




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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