Spy Thy Neighbor: The Story of Hunter Kane (Enigma, #7). ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Spy Thy Neighbor: The Story of Hunter Kane by Shandi Boyes

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Can be read as a standalone. 

I flew across the country with one goal in my mind…. finish my book…. and maybe lick the wounds of my shredded heart. 

My editor was screaming for the first draft, my agent was nagging for teasers, and my publisher was reminding me that my strict deadline was only months away. However, there was a dilemma. I had writer’s block. Not just a little spanner thrown into the works writer’s block. Writers. Block. As in staring at the blinking light on my Mac monitor for days begging for a stream of words to magically appear on the screen. 

This was not my first rodeo, though. I am a well known and respected author with a New York Times best-selling status to my pen name. I just can’t write about romance, flowers, and butterfly kisses when all I want to pen is my own rendition of Basic Instinct. Ice picks to the heart, forks in eyes, and knees being slammed into assholes crotches are not solid key pointers for a sweet romance novel. 

Just as I was about to throw down the gauntlet and call in my defeat, I spotted him. The bearded, tattooed man who lives in the glasshouse next door. He was in a venereal, lust filled twist with a pretty blonde who had buxom bosoms and legs that went for miles. I should have looked away. I should have respected his privacy. I should not have opened up my notepad and took detailed dot points on his technique. However, every precise thrust of his hips, snippets of his well-carved physique, and droplets of sweat running down his glistening torso had words flowing quicker than I was able to write them. He was my inspiration, my muse, my next book alpha male. 

My plan was working. The words were flowing, and they were magnificent, by far my best work to date. My editor was in love with the first half of my draft, my agent was using snippets of the first two chapters to secure big endorsement deals, and my publicist was talking about a new three book deal. 

Everything was perfect…. until the bearded stranger spotted me spying on him. 

Spy Thy Neighbor

People who live in glass houses shouldn’t…

If you live in a glass house and have wild monkey sex every night with different women, don’t be too surprised that your neighbor is watching. Especially if she is a romance writer with writers block who just broke up with her cheating fiancé whose skills in the bedroom were pretty lackluster.

Paige watches “Archer” as she has named her hot next door neighbor as she spies on him arching women over his couches, chairs and deck railing each night in ecstasy. She takes notes and draws pictures to keep positions fresh in her mind so she can add them to scenes in her book, until one night he sees her watching.

“You don’t like the name Archer? I thought it was very fitting. You’ve obviously missed the amount of times he arches women over his couch.”


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