Blog Tour: New Review – F*CK LOVE by Tarryn Fisher

I can finally share my review with you for Tarryn Fisher’s latest release, and in case you missed it last week, I have the first chapter below for you, as well as Kit and Helena’s Playlists, a giveaway plus buy links. Enjoy.


Helena Conway has fallen in love.
But not unprovoked. Kit Isley is everything she’s not—unstructured, untethered, and not even a little bit careful.
It could all be so beautiful…if he wasn’t dating her best friend. Helena must defy her heart, do the right thing, and think of others.
Until she doesn’t.


When Tarryn Fisher releases a book, I, like the rest of her fans, drop everything and dive right in. It’s impossible not to. And especially when it came to her latest offering. F*ck Love is Tarryn Fisher at her absolute best, and you do not want to miss it.

The opening chapter is titled #WTF, and how very fitting that was because I lost count of the amount of times I said WTF throughout that first chapter. I had no idea what would happen or how this story would turn out, and that is exactly what I love about this author. Her books are so unpredictable; I mean, I know how I want them to turn out, but whether or not that’ll happen is anyone’s guess.

F*ck Love had me on tenterhooks until the very last page. I was gripped. I was tense. On the edge of my seat. Just completely unable to put the book down. I devoured it in just one sitting, and ignored all my obligations while I became enrapt in Helena’s world. There was honestly not a single thing I didn’t love about it.

The dry humour threaded throughout, the pranks with Helena’s dad (I laughed so loud at these), I loved the horrible choices the characters made, as well as the great ones (admittedly, there were less good choices than bad, but bad choices sure do make for a great story!), the friendships and the relationships, the love, the anger, the heartbreak, and the flawless writing I’ve come to know from Tarryn Fisher. I loved it all.

The Love Me With Lies series has always been one of my very, very best, and now F*ck Love is right up there with it. Though starkly different (as with all of this author’s books), I fell in love just as hard and fast as I did with Caleb and Olivia’s story. Kit and Helena are characters who have marked themselves on my heart, and I have no doubt that I will be revisiting them many times in the future. 

Thank you, Tarryn, for baring your soul to us once more. Your words mean to us than we could ever tell. 



Chapter One


“You are supposed to be with me.”
What words are these? They startle me, and at first I think I’ve heard him wrong. He’s leaning across the table while our significant others are twenty feet away, waiting in line for our food.
“You and me,” he says. “Not us and them.”
I blink at him before I realize he’s making a joke. I laugh and go back to looking at my magazine. Actually, it’s not really a magazine. It’s a math journal, because I’m super cool like that.
“Helena…” I don’t look up right away. I’m afraid to. If I look up and see that he’s not joking, everything will change.
“Helena.” He reaches out and touches my hand. I jump, pull back. My chair makes a horrid scraping sound, and Neil looks over. I pretend that I dropped something and reach under the table. Under the table are our shoes and legs. There is a blue crayon lying at my feet; I pick it up and resurface.
Neil is at the front of the line ordering our food, and my best friend’s boyfriend is waiting for my response, his eyes heavy with burden.
“Are you drunk?” I hiss. “What the fuck?”
“No,” he says. Though he doesn’t look so sure. For the first time, I notice the scruff on his face. The skin around his eyes is sallow. He’s going through something, maybe? Life is being bullshit.
“If this is a joke, you’re making me really uncomfortable,” I tell him. “Della is right there. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I only have ten minutes, Helena.” His eyes move to the blue crayon, which is resting between our hands.
“Ten minutes for what? You’re sweating,” I say. “Did you take something, are you on the crack?” What type of drugs make you sweat like that? Crack? Heroine?
I want Neil and Della to come back. I want everything to go back to normal. I spin around to see where they are.
“Stop saying my name like that.” My voice shakes. I make to stand up, but he grabs the crayon, then my hand.
“I don’t have much time. Let me show you.”
He’s sitting very still, but his eyes remind me of a cornered animal: frightened, panicked, bright. I’ve never seen that look on his face, but since Della’s only been dating him for a few months, it’s a moot point. I don’t really know this guy. He could be a druggie for all I know. He turns my hand over so it’s palm up, and I let him. I don’t know why, but I do.
He places the crayon in my palm and closes my fist around it.
“You have to say it out loud,” he says. “Show me, Kit.”
“Say it, Helena. Please. I’m afraid of what will happen if you don’t.”
Because he looks so afraid, I say it.
“Show me, Kit.” And then, “Should I know what this is?”
“No one should,” he says. And then everything goes black.

You can listen to Helena’s Playlist HERE and Kit’s Playlist HERE, and don’t miss the Blog Tour Giveaway HERE!

F*CK LOVE – Out Now!
Goodreads | UK eBook | US eBook


Tarryn Fisher is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of seven novels. Her newest novel, F*ck Love, will release in early 2016 and she is currently working on the third installment of Never Never. She is the co-founder of Clothed Caption, a fashion blog she runs with her friend, Madison Seidler. Tarryn resides in the Seattle area with her family. She loves rainy days, Coke, and thinks Instagram is the new Facebook. Tarryn is represented by Amy Tannenbaum of the Jane Rotrosen Agency.

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