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.
“All I want is a chance to show you love without conditions.”
Holy Moses. I finished Slip of the Tongue 5 days ago. I haven’t been able to start a new book yet. It just… was so much of everything. So much angst, so much passion, so much … of all the things.
“He treats my name like it’s some kind of command. He doesn’t care that it doesn’t belong to him. He doesn’t ask my permission.”
Sadie Hunt lives what others perceive as the ‘perfect life’. From the outside, everything is in its place. It was perfect until one day, it just wasn’t. She’s lonely and wondering what happened to her marriage. Then Finn Cohen moves in across the hall. There is no denying the attraction they share. Sadie slowly slips into a situation that will test everything.
“His attention is heady, addicting. I won’t know how far I’m willing to go until I get there.”
Where do I even begin with this? Marriage takes work. A lot of work. It just takes one small piece of information to spark a dozen insecurities. Then you end up so far from where you started, you wonder if it’s possible to get back.
When I read the last page of Slip of the Tongue, I honestly didn’t know what to say. This is one of those books that it could go either way. It just all felt so real. Jessica’s writing tells a story that plays like a movie in your head.
Ever read something that made you feel so much that you just knew that no matter what you said about it, it would never do it justice? THAT is how I feel about this novel. I was on the edge of my seat, while my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. It was so full of angst that it was borderline outside my comfort zone (and I love a healthy dose of angst). It was an overload of emotions that my heart and mind almost couldn’t take. I won’t give anything away because you need to read this one for yourself.
“I will love you the same in the dark as I do in the light.”
I’ve read all of Jessica’s other books, but this one… it’s become my favorite.
5 out of 5 stars
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.”
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.