Slip of the Tongue by Jessica Hawkins: Release Day Blitz and Review

Slip of the Tongue by Jessica Hawkins: Release Day Blitz and ReviewSlip of the Tongue by Jessica Hawkins
on February 25, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Love & Romance

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.



Alexis says…

As some of you may know…forbidden romance is MY THING. I literally want a side of forbidden with all romance novels I read. When I read the Slip of the Tongue synopsis, my first thought was “I must read this NOW”! It’s been a bit since a book made me tear up not just once but a few times. So, I must forewarn you, this one is a bit emotionally-charged.

Jessica Hawkins has painted a picture of marriage that looks perfect from the outside but once you get a closer look you realize that it’s not working as well as people think. After seven years, Sadie and Nathan seem to have come to a crossroads per se. Nathan seems to have checked out of the marriage emotionally pretty much overnight. As hard as Sadie tries to talk to Nathan it’s like he doesn’t have time for her or the two of them together.

When Sadie meets their new neighbor Finn she starts to like the attention that he doles out to her. He makes her feel wanted, gives her someone to talk to, and spend time with. It’s completely understandable to see why Sadie would seek out Finn and allow herself to get wrapped up in it all.

Like I said above, this book was so emotionally-heavy. There were times my heart broke for Sadie and yet at the same time I’m not even sure I really liked her. At certain points I felt that she should demand more from Nathan instead of letting him off the hook so easily. In one breathe I wanted to hug her and justify her actions with Finn. See…my emotions were totally ALL OVER THE PLACE.

I was a wreck on how this book would end, I honestly had no idea, not even an inkling. The last fifteen percent of the book really did me in though and I can tell you that I had at least one coworker look at me weirdly when I was tearing up while pretending to work. But that’s the point of reading and finding a book you don’t want to put down, right?

This was my first book by Jessica Hawkins, but it surely won’t be my last. The writing in this book was absolutely phenomenal. You could feel the emotions from not only Sadie but also Nathan. The tension between all the characters was incredible and almost felt tangible-like. Even if you don’t like storylines that hint at infidelity/love triangles…I still think you need to read this one.

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Excerpt

After spending two hours outdoors getting my headshots taken by Finn, I slide into the backseat of the Uber with Finn, grateful to be back inside. He puts an arm around my shoulders and draws me to him. “Cold?”

I should pull away. Once I have it, though, his warmth is impossible to reject and feels as necessary as breathing. “A little.”

He squeezes me closer. Moves his hand up and down my bicep. “You’re shivering.”

The driver looks at us in the rearview mirror. “You guys are a cute couple.”

“Thanks,” I say.

Finn arches an eyebrow, pleased—because she thinks we’re together, or because I didn’t correct her? I don’t even want to correct her. I’ve missed the look she’s giving us, the one a woman makes when she’s more envious than jealous. I get it all the time with Nathan. That feeling, coupled with the heater blasting from the front seat, leaves me slightly woozy.

We’re just like actors in a movie, I tell myself. This isn’t real. It doesn’t count. After a few minutes, the urgency to get warm lessens, and the door opens to another less pressing, but still basic need. Because that’s how my arousal feels—essential. The more it’s ignored, the fiercer it grows. I snuggle into his side. All it takes is his hand on my upper thigh to invite an assault of graphic fantasies. Finn shoving me down on the backseat because he can’t control himself anymore. Thrusting his fingers under the hem of my dress to find me ready for him. The lower half of my body aches with sudden demands.

“Some of those photos we just took were for me,” he whispers in my ear. He couldn’t have chosen a worse moment to tease me. My legs are jelly-like. “Does that make you mad?”

I check to see if the driver is paying attention. She must know I’m married. How can something so vital and concrete in my life be hidden? “What if I say yes?” I ask.

“I’ll delete them. If you’re sure it doesn’t . . . turn you on.”

I try not to pant. “Why would it?”

“Imagining me looking at them later.”

I turn my head. Our mouths are a breath apart. One more inch, and they’ll touch. Again. Those lips are the color of sunburnt rock but whisper soft. We’ve done it once. Would one more kiss hurt? I can’t stop the image of him looking at me, my exposed, white throat on his computer, his cock in a firm fist. It should disgust me. It makes my panties damp instead.

“No response necessary,” he says as the car pulls up to the curb. “I can read it on your face.”

 

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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.