Friday, February 12, 2016

Blog Tour : Ink & 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!

 
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.


Ink & Lies is the first book I have had the opportunity to read by S.L. Jennings. It's been a long time since a book pulled me in on so many different levels like I&L did. Right off the bat the level of snark by the MC, August aka Rhys, connected me to the story and characters. You know me, you know I LOVE snarky characters. His dry, witty, sarcastic personality, mixed with his fiercely loyal commitment to his best friend Fiona aka Fi and Grandfather, was a sucker punch to the heart. You just fell in love with him. A bit of an anti-hero in his battle with the belief that love doesn't exist, he was also very endearing. Fi, was the perfect Yang to Rhys' Yin. She was more exuberant in her belief in love and commitment to finding her fairy tale ending. Though the best of friends, Rhys' blooming career as an author and Fi's finding Mr. Prince Charming, challenges their long time bond. When this happens OMG the FEELS. Between the laughter and tears my emotions were pushed and pulled mercilessly. The brutality of the emotional warfare in the fights alone had my stomach dropping and heart breaking. But with the pain, Jennings balanced the story with warmth, laughter and love. I cried from laughing so hard my sides hurt; I mean some of the scenarios Jennings came up with makes me wonder who they really happened to...I was in stitches at some of the scenes that played out and the characters reactions. I cried from the emotional lows and character heart breaks. It was so easy to feel for Rhys and Fi and their story. There wasn't a moment I didn't love about I&L. I wish I could read it over again for the first time.
 


SL Jennings can do no wrong. She is a brilliant writing paranormal. A gem at contemporary romance and a genius with Ink and Lies. This book was such a breath of fresh air. I loved that the book was told from the male point of view and a snarky, witty one at that.
August is a romance novelist, who’s pen name is Hope Hughes. A male writing female swoony books spewing hearts and flowers all the way to the best sellers lists. However, he doesn’t believe a single word he writes. To August, love doesn’t exist. Hoping from bed to bed suits him just fine. His female best friend, Fiona is all he needs. The relationships he had with Fiona and his aging grandfather really made this story come alive.
Fiona is the complete opposite of August. She believes in true love and happily ever afters. Fiona’s character was so real to me. She just wants to be swept off her feet by Prince Charming and ride off into the sunset. She was the perfect balance to Augusta. No two characters in my mind fit like they did.
Ink and Lies had laugh out loud moments. Moments where I had to message my buddy read partner and ask if I really just read that because it was seriously the funniest thing I’ve ever read. Then moments where my heart broke and tears slide down my face. And when August got all swoony, my knees went weak.    

This book is most definitely not to be missed. I am forever a fan of SL Jennings and this book continued to solidify that fact! 


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.”
 

 

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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