Review: The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door
The Boy Next Door by Ella James

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Hang in there!

Captivated till dawn! Amelia & Dash grew up next door, friends who grew feelings for each other and all was right in the world till they break apart because of what? Growing up is difficult, starting college is a challenge.

Where can I relate here?
Hmmm sounds very familiar and I still remember my heartache, yet…
I was the one leaving for college…

Years later, Amelia walks into her internship and finds who? Dash.
Seeing him makes her go back to their passion years in the past, feels everything again. Crossed, she wants to know why he left…

Work brings them back together.

I really wanted to know Dash. Why didn’t he reveal his secrets?
It was apparent they still loved each other… What happened?

I wanted him to be true, to understand.
Do you believe in second chances?

To know more you have to read it!
I have received this ARC, so I give my sincere opinion.

I recommend this book ❤


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══ More about this Book ══
After that close-up of his package on the sailboat in Morocco, TMZ started calling him Crown Jewels.
Not that I keep track of Prince Liam. Definitely don’t stalk him online like my friends do.

I’m out of that scene now. My family’s reality show might still be running, but I’ve been off-screen for a while. When people pass me on the sidewalk, they might squint, but most of them don’t scream “Lucy Rhodes” and ask about my love of Lucky Charms or how my broken toe healed.

Prince Liam—my stalking his Instagram—that’s just for fun. It’s my dirty little secret. Trust me, I’m the only woman in the world who doesn’t actually want him.

Except I’m back in the Hamptons for the first time in two years. I’m at a party, and Prince Manwhore is here as well. I tell myself that smile has no effect on me. That his ridiculous charisma is a parlor trick I see right through.

After our one night together, no one knows that I succumbed.

It doesn’t matter. It meant nothing.

Not until I see those two pink lines.

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Author: Monica Sofia Alves

...waiting to be awake... ... dreaming in colors... I'm me. I'm true I feel, I paint. I play with paint, piano, even my guitar. Last, I write... oh and I smile everyday :) My first poem here:

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