The Breakup Support Group
by Cheyanne
Young
Publication
date: November 22nd 2016
Published
by: Swoon Romance
Genres:
Contemporary, Young Adult
BLURB
After four years of first love
bliss, Isla Rush just got dumped.
Any hope she has of winning her
ex-boyfriend back is shattered when the town rezones her neighborhood, forcing
her to spend senior year at a wealthy high school in the next town over.
With a broken heart consuming her
soul, Isla can’t focus on anything, except maybe Emory Underwood—a ridiculously
hot guy who dates a new girl almost every day. She can’t help but crush on him,
even though it’s wrong.
When memories of her ex make her
cry in second period, the school counselor sends Isla to a club that meets
during lunch. The Break-Up Support Group is a collection of broken-hearted
misfits who are all helping each other heal.
Just when Isla’s heart is finally
on the mend, Emory shows up, forced to atone for all the broken hearts he’s
caused over the years. While hiding her massive crush, she helps him understand
the seriousness of breaking a heart.
In turn, Emory offers to help
Isla get back on the dating scene by agreeing to be her fake date for the
homecoming dance. Isla gladly accepts the ruse, because if anyone can make her
into a desirable girlfriend, Emory can! There’s just one small problem.
Isla’s little crush on Emory
might be exactly full blown. And a homecoming fake date with him could push her
over the edge to possibly uttering the “L Word!”
Isla can’t afford another
heartbreak so soon after the last one. She will have to resist his charms,
refuse to look into those dreamy eyes, and above all else, not make the mistake
of letting him kiss her.
If only she hadn’t let her guard
down at the end of the night, under the light of her porch in a toe-curling kiss
moment of weakness. And now, after months of Break-Up Support Group therapy,
and with a heart fully on the mend, Isla has just handed it over to a guy who
knows full well just how to break it.
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The first
time Nate and I went to the movies was during eighth grade. His dad had picked
me up and dropped us off since we weren’t old enough to drive, and I still
remember how hard my heart pounded from the backseat of Mr. Mile’s Tahoe. Even
over the country music his dad blasted everywhere he went, I feared Nate would
hear my heartbeat doing jumping jacks and know I was freaking out. This was an
official date after all. My first.
It was the start of December, and it was freezing cold outside. I
wore a denim skirt and leggings in an effort to be cute, but the cold had me
shivering like a maniac while we waited in line to buy tickets. And then
thirteen-year-old Nate took off his jacket, a junior high letterman, and draped
it over my shoulders. It didn’t do anything to stop the cold from crawling up
my legs, but I was warm all the same. A boy had given me his jacket. I still
have that jacket to this day, hanging somewhere in the back of my closet. It
officially became mine on that first Christmas we spent together.
We weave our way into the theater, which is oddly packed. Even on
a Friday night, this place is usually dead. The theater survives on grant money
and Mr. Hasting’s massive trust fund.
The concession stand is whimsically lit up with an old-fashioned marquee
hanging overhead. All of the items and prices are meticulously labeled with
black plastic letters, and a strand of clear lightbulbs light up the border of
the menu, the lights chasing each other around the rectangle. Nate stops at the
back of the line, and I take his hand again, glad that we’re finally alone.
The smell of popcorn makes my mouth water. “Large popcorn with
butter,” Nate says, taking his VIP member card out of his back pocket. It’s
what gets us free concessions. “And two drinks.”
“Two?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow. The large popcorn makes sense—we
usually get a medium, but I’d said I was starving. But one drink with two
straws is how we’ve always done date nights.
Nate shrugs. “I want my own drink tonight.”
I don’t know why that stings, but it does.
“Is everything okay with you?” The words are out of my mouth, all
nagging and whining at the same time. I instantly regret that I even asked.
Especially when his reaction is anything but ideal.
He shrugs again and leads the way toward the theater on the left,
popcorn in one hand and his own personal drink in the other. “I’m fine.”
My brows draw together as we walk. “You seem weird.”
“Well, I’m not.” He doesn’t even look at me. And when the movie
starts playing, we eat our popcorn and we drink our separate drinks. And we
don’t kiss, not even once.
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Author Info
Cheyanne Young is a native Texan
with a fear of cold weather and a coffee addiction that probably needs an
intervention. She loves books, sarcasm, and collecting nail polish. After
nearly a decade of working in engineering, Cheyanne now writes books for young
adults and is the author of the City of Legends Trilogy. She doesn’t miss a
cubicle one bit.
Cheyanne lives near the beach
with her daughter and husband, one spoiled rotten puppy, and a cat that is most
likely plotting to take over the world.
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