About Slip of the Tongue
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.
Great example of when communication is absent and assumptions take over while your marriage is on a dicey precipice while navigating your way through the storm, even more dangerous when a handsome neighbor moves across the hall willing to fill the void you are desperately missing.
My beef is with Sadie. She is self-absorbed, and pretty much believes the world revolves around her. I had no idea what direction Hawkins was going to take only adding to my wonderful reading experience. All the characters were flawed, raw and extremely realistic. Sadie assumed an awful lot, failing to communicate effectively with her husband and things spiral out of control fairly quickly. She had little faith in her husband and marriage, and let me tell you her husband is GREAT. She hit reboot too soon when there was a strain and it was disappointing. Can’t tell you how I wanted to slap sense into this woman a million different times. On the fence with the ending, however, a very entertaining read with fabulously frustrating Sadie testing your patience.
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.