The Broken Hearts Book Club

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The Broken Hearts Book Club
Lynsey James

Secrets never stay buried for long…Lucy Harper has always been good at one thing: running from her past. But when her beloved Nana Lily passes away she has no choice except to return to the one place in the world she most wants to avoid…Luna Bay hasn't changed much in the eight years she has spent in London. The little Yorkshire village is still just as beautiful, but the new pub landlord is a gorgeous addition to the scenery!Lucy only intended to stay for a day, yet when she discovers that Nana Lily has not only left her a cottage but also 'The Broken Hearts Book Club', Lucy is intrigued. Her Nana never have mentioned the club and Lucy can't wait to get started, but walking into her first meeting she is more aware than ever that her past is finally catching up with her.One way or another, Lucy must finally face the past she left behind – or spend the rest of her life on the run…The Broken Hearts Book Club is the second novel by Lynsey James – don’t miss her brilliantly funny debut Just the Way You AreWhat reviewers are saying about The Broken Hearts Book Club‘The Broken Hearts Book Club is perfect for these colder, darker nights – it’s like a big warm comfort blanket in book form!’ – Rather Too Fond of Books‘I adored this book. From the gorgeous setting of Luna Bay to the highly likable protagonist, The Broken Hearts Book Club was a total treat.’ – Blabbering About Books‘This is a wonderfully romantic and gripping read that goes really well with a snuggly blanket and a squishy sofa to curl up on.’ – Daniel Riding‘This book had me smiling all the way through there were many magical and funny moments (the plumbing incident) had me chuckling away . There were twists along the way one I certainly did not predict!!!!’ – Nat’s Reading Cloud‘Lynsey James offers up a feel-good page-turner here. Her writing style is a familiar hug to keep you warm on a cold day and it’s friendly tone, her comfort in using an informal dialect will draw you in and make you feel at home.’ – Brizzle Lass

Secrets never stay buried for long…

Lucy Harper has always been good at one thing: running from her past. But when her beloved Nana Lily passes away she has no choice except to return to the one place in the world she most wants to avoid…

Luna Bay hasn’t changed much in the eight years she has spent in London. The little Yorkshire village is still just as beautiful, but the new pub landlord is a gorgeous addition to the scenery!

Lucy only intended to stay for a few days, yet when she discovers that Nana Lily has not only left her a cottage but also the ‘Broken Hearts Book Club’, Lucy is intrigued. Her nana never mentioned the club and Lucy can’t wait to get started, but walking into her first meeting she is more aware than ever that her past is finally catching up with her.

One way or another, Lucy must finally face the secrets she’s kept buried for so long - or spend the rest of her life on the run…

Also by Lynsey James

Just the Way You Are

The Broken Hearts Book Club

Lynsey James

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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2015

Copyright © Lynsey James 2015

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E-book Edition © June 2015 ISBN: 9781474035903

Version date: 2018-07-23

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Chapter One (#ulink_468e624d-42ac-52df-aafe-0dadf71b9eeb)

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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LYNSEY JAMES

I was born in Fife in 1991 and have been telling people how to spell my name ever since. I’m an incurable bookworm who loves nothing more than getting lost in a good story with memorable characters. I started writing when I was really young and credit my lovely Grandad – and possibly a bump on the head from a Mr Frosty machine – with my love of telling stories. I used to write my own episodes of Friends and act them out in front of my family (in fact I’m sure I put Ross and Rachel together first!)

A careers adviser at school once told me writing wasn’t a “good option” and for a few years, I believed her. I tried a little bit of everything, including make-up artistry, teaching and doing admin for a chocolate fountain company. The free chocolate was brilliant. When I left my job a couple of years ago, I started writing full-time while I looked for another one. As soon as I started working on my story, I fell in love and decided to finally pursue my dream. I haven’t looked back since.

When I’m not writing, eating cake or drinking tea, I’m daydreaming about the day Dylan O’Brien finally realises we’re meant to be together. It’ll happen one day…

To the best mum in the world, thank you for my love of books and words and for accepting the fact that like Lucy, even though I can’t sing, I do sing.

Dad, aka Norman Wisdom, you make me laugh every day. I’ll never forget when you flooded the house (it’s immortalised in print, so there’s no denying it!)

Kyle, you’re a wonderful brother and a great friend.

Dixie, my furry baby, my life wouldn’t be the same without you.

Jenny Marston, you’re my best friend, agony aunt and my all-round favourite person. Without your friendship, support and encouragement, I wouldn’t be writing these acknowledgements now. I’d also like to thank the Marston family – Linda, Dennis and Rory. Thank you for being my Essex family and being incredible.

Lisa Dickenson, you freaking rock! Don’t ever change!

Cress McLaughlin, for all your fantastic words of encouragement, THANK YOU.

Daniel Riding for your incredible friendship and support. You are amazing!

Danniella, thanks for all your help with Yorkshire dialect.

Ann Troup, for your wonderful advice, fantastic conversations and being my friend.

To all my fantastic blogger friends, none of this would happen without your support. You guys are superstars.

The team at HQ Digital – Victoria, Clio, Sara and everyone else – without you guys, I wouldn’t be able to share my stories. You helped make my dreams come true.

And as always, none of this would be possible without YOU, the person about to embark on this book. Thank you for reading it, I hope you enjoy it.

This book is dedicated to everyone who told me I couldn’t or wouldn’t write a book. You were right; I’ve now written two.