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
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!
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.
“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 giftwrapped 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,
“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
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
“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?”
“II 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
“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.”
I loved this book so much! It made me laugh, it made me cry, it also made me want to throw my kindle at the wall!! Believe me as soon as you read this book you’ll do the same, but you’ll also fall in love with August\Rhys and Fiona and will want to keep reading until the end.
Right from the start. From the top of her messy bun to the toe of her knee high socks. She was his muse, his soul mate. She was his beauty in his world of heartbreak…
August Rhys Calloway is a romance writer, with a writers block. Somehow after he wrote his first book, his readers found out he was male, and he developed a writers block. So he took on a pen name…Hope Hughes. All of a sudden he became a household name writing book after book.
Now August is a gorgeous, cynical, manwhore, who doesn’t believe in love and is certain it doesn’t exist at all! So he spends his time finding inspiration in certain women. Breakfast, Lunch, and dinner. He names them this by the way…
Fiona, his best friend since college, now she does believe in love and is waiting for her white knight to sweep her off her feet…which she thinks she’s found in Joshua…a Doctor! Fiona is secretly in love with Rhys but Rhys doesn’t see this, or admit it…until the penny drops and he finds Fi being taken out of his life bit by bit and then realises that maybe he was wrong all along.
Rewriting our story…..
After a night together, Rhys pours his feelings out to her. But does she listen???
I’m not going to say anymore because I don’t want to give anything away.
This book is just amazing and a must read. S.L.Jennings is a new author for me but after this I’m a huge fan!
This book will have you feeling every single emotion! A best friends to lovers romance which will keep you turning page after page, that you won’t want to put this down and the angst will have you shouting at your kindle….
Its a heartbreaking but beautiful, angsty story of true love..
A HUGE 5 stars for me!
:Reviewed by Sarah Queen: