I Spy The Boy Next Door. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I Spy the Boy Next Door

I Spy the Boy Next Door by Samantha Armstrong

My rating: 5 of 5 stars.

Four p.m. spy sessions are the highlight of Mallory Taylor’s day. Observing the boy next door—one with a body and an attitude to match—has her perched beside her window so often it can’t be healthy.

When she finally convinces her mom to let her go to public school, Mallory comes face to face with her neighbor, Troy Parker. And he makes it clear he wants nothing to do with her. His rejection awakens a newfound tenacity and maybe even a touch of recklessness. But when Troy starts to show up when she needs him the most, Mallory can’t help but wonder if there’s more to him than he’s let on.

Taking chances, breaking rules, and following her heart is all new to Mallory. And no one warned her just how fickle hearts can be. When she discovers that Troy isn’t at all the guy she imagined him to be, secrets rise to the surface that will change her life forever.

*This is a standalone mature YA/new adult contemporary romance. 

I Spy the Boy Next Door

Pretty Frickin’ Awesome!

I really enjoyed this book much more than I expected. I thought it would be your typical sheltered girl has a crush on the bad boy neighbor, which was the premise at its very base. However, there was so much more dimension to this story. There was humor and wit, mystery and secrets as well as romance and suspense. The book starts on a pretty hilarious note as Mallory describes the way she spies out the window at the hot neighbor boy at 4 pm each day when he returns from his run all sweaty and removes his shirt right before using it to wipe the sweat off his face.

Then Mallory goes on to describe a bit about her family in hilarious detail as follows:

The extent of our family drama is what Nic calls “mild.” The last family confrontation we had was when someone mixed the whites with the colors and stained Mom’s bed sheets. No one owned up to it. Really, Mom can only point the finger at Dad or me, since George is apparently too young to work the machine.

In the end, the case went unsolved. But as I sit here, older and wiser by a year, I don’t know how it didn’t occur to me that the culprit was, in fact, the one who initiated the investigation in the first place. Mom.

“It was you,” I interrupt the conversation, speaking my mind. The room goes quiet. My mom is so pedantic about things—she does all the linen, including ironing the goddamn tea towels. I stay away from all of that, and I don’t think I’ve seen Dad do the laundry in about ten years. Everyone stares at me, and Mom asks, “What are you talking about?” I want to say: You did it. You stained your own sheets, and you were just trying to shift the guilt from your own conscience. I’m an idiot for not putting the pieces together sooner, and so is Dad, but I guess that’s just one of our similarities, being brought to light.

Mallory talks her parents into letting her go to public school for her senior year. She had been homeschooled her entire life and has been extremely sheltered due to a near kidnapping when she was young that caused her to have anxiety attacks. She had actually only met the neighbor, Troy Parker once when his football was thrown into her yard. She returned it flattened due to her dog getting ahold of it and Troy wasn’t too happy about that. So when she sees him in her first class she is excited to start fresh, but she gets a similar reception to the football incident the first time their paths cross at school.

The romance between them heats up pretty quickly but there are secrets and things about his past that she just doesn’t understand as well as other storylines within the book that make this one I could not put down until I finished in one sitting.


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