A powerfully angsty and suspenseful love story that’ll have you hooked from the get go…
I love Ella James. Period. I’ve been, literally, gagging to read this book since it was announced and I read the blurb. I’ve drooled over this cover since its reveal and when it hit my kindle it was like Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! kept playing on repeat in my head… I may also have hummed it. Humming and drooling at the same time – can I just say that it’s a hard feat to accomplish, but I managed to do it. And, no, I am not a loser. I just have a deep appreciation for the beautiful things in life – like this cover… and Ella James… and now, The Boy Next Door.
Plot wise it wasn’t the most earth shattering, life changing… original plot – well, not until Dash is unravelled. After that it’s just a whole different ball game. So lets start at the beginning – I really liked Dash. I was already planning a happily ever after with lots of flowers and bells and rainbows and babies… then I started to really not like Dash. So, there may have been some Chucky knife action with Psycho sound effects. BUT, alas… I then really REALLY started to LOVE Dash – and I really wanted to just hold him and hug him and… and… just aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. There were points where his attitude made me want to wet fish slap him because I just wanted him to man up and get some life in him, but as the plot develops so does his character and it all evens out. But, that’s where Ella James’ talent is. She builds this crippling and gripping suspense through her characters and not just the plot itself. If that makes sense?
So, Amelia. I liked her. At first I was a bit meh, but then she becomes the anchor of the plot. I found her grounding in a way that made me want to go on reading even when Dash was quite frankly peeving me off. She comes off a little doormat-y at times, but actually I find that her endurance through the story is what made her really endearing and dare I say relatable. I found myself really fascinated by her. Not in a girl crush kind of way, but in a rather empowering way. I felt that through her meekness she actually became a stronger and grittier character. Which in my opinion was just very clever on James’ part. The brilliance of Dash and Amelia is that they level each other out.
I found that the twist could have come a little earlier in the story and that the aftermath could’ve done with a little padding out. It did feel a little rushed after all the angsty suspense and build up, but that’s really my only big moan. Writing wise, as always, Ella James is bang on the money and she just draws you in quick smart. I really just wanted more… but then, I always want more of the good books and authors in this world – and Ella James is most certainly one of those authors.
About the Book
The boy next door. That’s what he was. Dash Frasier—my hero from the day we met, when I was six and he was nine. His sister was my best friend, the three of us one happy crew. Then one sweaty summer night changed everything.
No one understood me like Dash. No one made me feel so loved. That’s why, when he skipped town, it wrecked me.
Now I’m older. Wiser. I’ve just snagged my dream job, writing at a film studio. The lead animator on my project? You guessed it.
He’s not the boy next door. Not anymore.
I’m guarding my heart this time.
But Dash has secrets that could break us both
About the Author
Ella James is the USA Today bestselling author of sixteen teen and adult love stories. She’s an angst-a-holic who loves exploring difficult situations and the emotions of the people caught up in them. Also, smut. But always, always romance.
Ella’s obsessions include vanilla cream soda, hiking, other weird, crunchy things like rock collecting, and the antics of her three little monsters.
To find out more about her projects, follow her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/ellajamesbooks, tweet her at author_ellaj or follow her on Instagram (authorellajames).
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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.