I’ve read a lot of books that made me cry. I’m talking big fat ugly tears. But Cross Your Heart was like a stream of heartbreak that somehow Haley Jenner unearthed from my soul.
I didn’t have a boy best friend growing up like Roxy did Reid in this story, but that didn’t matter. It was as if every emotion Roxy had was plucked from me and put on the page disguised as someone else. How does Haley Jenner seem to do this? How do they take characters that seem to have nothing in common with the reader yet make us feel completely tied to them?
Reid and Roxy’s isn’t just a second chance friends to lovers story; it’s a story about learning to love yourself. Cross Your Heart is going to grab ahold of your heart and hold on long after you’re done.
Boys and girls can’t be just friends. A lie made up by overprotective fathers afraid of the illustrious teenage boy and his uncontrollable hormones.
Reid and I were the exception to the rule. Best friends. A friendship bound with the spit in our palms and the gospel of a crossed heart. I lasted four years before the cliche caught me. Another four before my truth surged forward with an attempt at a kiss and a drunken confession.
Ten years on, Reid Rivere is Hollywood’s golden boy. Ten years on, and I, Roxy Monroe have found myself embroiled in another cliche… at least I’m consistent.
Men and women can’t be just friends. I’m starting to learn that the hard way.
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