Dear ‘Whoever-You-Are-One-Thing-I-Know-That-You-Are-Awesome’,
My name is Alexandra McKenzie Éclair, a bit weird I know. But now, people recognized me as the famous Alexa Éclair, the Hollywood Golden Girl. Well, I want to tell you a story. Actually, it was about me. It was about how I became the great Alexa Éclair and how much that I have to lose or gain to be in this place.
Just yesterday, I was still your typical country girl. But one day because of a thing that I obviously don’t like to talk about, I was moved to live in one of mom’s relative. But one thing that I have no clue about is that I was moved from my lovely hometown to a complete different zone that they called Hollywood.
And then, the journey is begun. At first I didn’t expect it will be that way. All the struggles, kiss, hug, smile, backstabbing, lies, scandal, acting, fame, fashion, tricks, tactics, bitches, drama, fakeness, pretentious, and tear not only the sad one but also the happy one.
The most important thing (but I can’t decide whether this one is the best of the worst thing that ever happened to me) is Dylan Ryder. And FYI, until now, I can’t figure out his motive to hit on me. Is it for joke or dare? Is it just because of fame? Is it for revenge? Or is it for make his ‘Ex - Perfect Blondie Girlfriend’ jealous? Is it because Alexa Éclair the Hollywood Golden Girl? Or is it because the plain old Alex?
If someone actually gave me a choice back then, and I wasn’t so naïve like your typical country girl with big dreams, I wouldn’t choose to be like this. Why? I had my reasons.
They said that I was ungrateful, but I let you decide if my actions wrong or not.
XOXO,
Alex Éclair.
A musically talented teen with her sights set on the spotlight must find a way to get her life back when she falls in with the mob.
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In a city where con artists make the rules and aspiring females wear sequins and dance with a pole, Melody Holiday refuses to ride on the coattails of her semi-famous grandfather. She wants the freedom to choose her own path to showbiz greatness. When a chance meeting with a handsome stranger provides Mel with an opportunity, she thinks she's landed the big one. But her grandpa isn't thrilled with the direction Mel's career is going, and it's not until she stumbles across something she probably shouldn't have that this becomes clear. Perhaps meeting the stranger with the Rocky Balboa eyes wasn't by chance. Maybe Mel is rubbing elbows with the kind of people who could take away her freedom for good.
This story is loosely based on the author's feral youth. So, if you like your fiction shaken not stirred with a sprinkle of badboy on the rim, NEON GIRL delivers the goods; giving readers a dose of drama, a dash of romance, and a heaping helping of Las Vegas schmaltz. Oh, and there's a killer playlist, too.
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