February 29, 2016

Slip of the Tongue by Jessica Hawkins► BLOG TOUR & REVIEW

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Sadie Hunt isn’t perfect—but her husband is. Nathan Hunt has her coffee waiting every morning. He holds her hand until the last second. He worships the Manhattan sidewalk she walks on. Until one day, he just…stops. And Sadie finds herself in the last place she ever expected to be. Lonely in her marriage.
When rugged and sexy Finn Cohen moves into the apartment across the hall, he and Sadie share an immediate spark. Finn reveals dreams for a different life. Sadie wants to save her marriage. Their secrets should keep them apart, not ignite a blistering affair. But while Sadie’s marriage runs colder by the day, she and Finn burn hotter. Her husband doesn’t want her anymore. The man next door would give up everything to have her.

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Review by: Tatia 

No one, and I mean no one, does a love triangle like Jessica Hawkins. I loved her Cityscape series, but I think I loved Slip of the Tongue even more so.
We have Nathan and Sadie. To everyone looking in they seem like the perfect couple, like they have marriage and life in general all figured out. Things aren't always as they seem though. Sadie knows that first hand. When a new neighbor moves in across the hall, Sadie finds herself with a crush on him. No harm there. She knows there's no harm in finding him cute. When does a crush turn in to something more? Why do the lines get crossed and blurred? When Nathan repeatedly turns her away, she finds solace and comfort in the new neighbor, Finn. Now how does she choose? Go with Finn who makes her feel special and wanted or stay with Nathan and fight for her marriage?
I knew going in there was a love triangle. It's rare that I go for that kind of story, but there is just something about the way that Jessica Hawkins does them that I love. I have that antsy, gut-wrenching feeling in my chest and stomach throughout the whole story. I saw a different outcome playing out in my head. I thought I had it all figured out, how everything would go down, the big climatic scene. I had it wrong and was very pleasantly surprised. While the ending did feel a little sudden to me, the story itself was perfect where it ended. No matter the story, I always want more when I finish. I'm just not quite ready to let go of these characters. Those kind of stories are my favorite. These are the ones that I seem to hold on to and remember the most.

5 Stars 

  slip of the tongue affair


In his dimly-lit kitchen, Finn lays a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I have to tell you something.” My hairline prickles. I can sense whatever he says will be heavy, and I’m not sure I want to hear it. I force a crooked smile that probably looks as awkward as I feel. Since I just fed Ginger, I joke, “What? I smell like dog food?” “I want to kiss you,” he says without missing a beat. “I won’t, but I just thought you should know.” My stomach drops as if I’m in free fall. I bite my lip involuntarily, then release it, afraid it’ll look like an invitation. Can he really come out and say that? Without prompting, without wavering? You can want to kiss someone and not say it. Should I be angry he confessed that? I’m not. I’m curious. Stirred, even. And because we’re being honest, I ask what I want to ask. “Why?” “Why do I want to kiss you? Or why did I tell you?” My heart rate picks up. I lose my nerve. “The second one. That’s not the kind of thing you just come out and say to a stranger. A married stranger.” “I like you.” He absentmindedly caresses the nape of my neck with his fingertip. “So I want to be honest.” I put my hand over his wrist, and he stops. Now, and for the last hour, it’s as if we’re the only two people on the planet. The Bad Wife and the Stranger. If I let him kiss me, nobody would ever know. After all, Nathan might be kissing someone else too. Why else would he have lipstick on his tie? Finn doesn’t wear lipstick. Neither do I. It would be our secret. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?” he asks. Am I? I have to. I don’t trust myself to stay, and I don’t trust myself to speak, so I nod. I don’t have to pull his hand away. He takes it back willingly. And he walks me to his door.  

  About Jessica Hawkins   Jessica Hawkins grew up between the purple mountains and under the endless sun of Palm Springs, California. She studied international business at Arizona State University and has also lived in Costa Rica and New York City. To her, the most intriguing fiction is forbidden, and that's what you'll find in her stories. Currently, she resides wherever her head lands, which is often the unexpected (but warm) keyboard of her trusty MacBook.   

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  1. Thank you, Tatia! So honored by your review. <3

    1. ❤️ That means so much! You write some mean angst that I can't seem to get enough of!