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.

Friends to lovers is one of my favorite types of reads and Syreeta blew me away with Ink & Lies.

Truth be told, Syreeta mentioned this book to me while in Philly this past November and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on ARC. What a FUN way to read a book – a book about an author writing his own book. And while this has been done before, Syreeta was able to put her own fresh spin on it. Angsty, funny, sometimes maddening, and sometimes heartbreaking – Syreeta made me FEEL. Truth! The feels were literally bursting from me!

So what’s it about without revealing too much?

August writes romance novels under a pen name – Hope Hughes. But he is struggling to find his inspiration as he keeps himself distant from the emotion of love and the closeness of being in a relationship. August has fun with women, it’s never serious and the only woman he has ever been close to is his friend Fiona.

Now Fiona had me DYING on many occasions omg! She is naive and innocent when it comes to men but she is a romantic at heart and looking for her “one and only.”

I love that moment when you can see how things will change when Fiona finds someone serious in her life and ARC realizes that maybe he is worthy of more and that love truly does exist. I understand his wanting to protect his heart because he never really thought he could find that special love, but honestly some of his choices frustrated me. Actually some of Fiona’s actions frustrated me too.

Syreeta writes the perfect male POV and I LOVED being in both of their heads and hearts. Reading this book put me through the wringer because all I wanted was happiness, unicorns, and love and both characters kept breaking my heart and crushing my hope.

But my heart was restored to the point of exploding…and no I won’t tell you how because you have to read the book to find out what happens but the epilogue was PERFECTION! When I closed my kindle, I had a smile on my face and love in my heart for these characters. Ink & Lies is one of my favorite Syreeta books and a top of 2016! #EpicLove

Fave Quote:

”This… this is me,” he answers. “Giving you my words. Offering you a piece of my soul and hoping you can read my heart between the lines.”

“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.”

a Rafflecopter giveaway

#OneClick Today!!!