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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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.
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.
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.”
Rhys and Fiona have known eachother for 10 years and in all that time they have been best friends, they met in college, the quintessential man whore and the book nerd.. who would have thought they would make such great friends. As the years go by they have become eachothers everything but never lovers. When one realizes they actually do have feelings for the other will things work out? Or will the timing be way off and they just might have lost there chance?
Secrets will kept and Lies will be told... but how will this unfold?!?
Get to one clickin to see how this journey will end.. HEA?? Or lost love??
Holy frustrating angst!!
What happens when you finally realize you're too late? You missed/wasted your opportunity? How do you make your life the most epic love story ending with a Happily Ever After?
That's August Rhys or 'Rhys' as Fiona refers to him. Rhys and Fi met in college and Rhys had an inane need to protect her against all other men. Their friendship spans 10 years with Fi being his biggest champion.
Rhy is cynical with matters of love and yet he writes romance novels just so Fi can believe in it, believe in the fairytale. He is just too blind and stupid to realize that he does love her and every book (romance novel) he writes is an I love you to her.
But being hell bent that they are just friends he lets her slip out of his grasp to marrying a complete douche bag plastic surgeon. Can Rhys admit that he is in love with her and prove to her that he is before she marries the other man? Or will it be too late?
Go one click!! You won't be able to put it down.
What happens when you finally realize you're too late? You missed/wasted your opportunity? How do you make your life the most epic love story ending with a Happily Ever After?
That's August Rhys or 'Rhys' as Fiona refers to him. Rhys and Fi met in college and Rhys had an inane need to protect her against all other men. Their friendship spans 10 years with Fi being his biggest champion.
Rhy is cynical with matters of love and yet he writes romance novels just so Fi can believe in it, believe in the fairytale. He is just too blind and stupid to realize that he does love her and every book (romance novel) he writes is an I love you to her.
But being hell bent that they are just friends he lets her slip out of his grasp to marrying a complete douche bag plastic surgeon. Can Rhys admit that he is in love with her and prove to her that he is before she marries the other man? Or will it be too late?
Go one click!! You won't be able to put it down.
