The Breakup Support Group,
by Cheyanne Young
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: November 22nd, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
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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EXCERPT:
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.
Author Bio:
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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Can I just highlight the awesomeness involved on this title? I wish I could have met a group like this when my high school crush decided it was a nice idea to make out with my best friend in front of me. Like, five times. Casually. It hurt, but at least I had success on my career and the poor devil hasn’t even left university yet. #revenge #boyscansuckmy #nothingbecauseIdon’thavewhatIwassendingthemtosuck
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lmao lmao #whoneedsboysanyway #stupidstupidheads #letsgobacktothecootiestage Really though, I’m SO super sorry your crush was such a tool–boo on him. YAY for you making it and showing him who’s boss, though!
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#cootiestageneverwenttrulyaway #what
Don’t worry, I was totally over him by my second year of college, as said events followed on my last year of high school, haha! I actually met him some months ago and had the pleasure of seeing he did remember all aspects of my life [including stuff I never told him, so he must have talked about me with other people] and I couldn’t remember for the life of me not even his major, hahaha! Some things, like his stunned face as he realized I didn’t give a damn about what he was doing with his life, are priceless, I’m telling you LMAO
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Bahahaha you totally rock my socks, Annelise! #strongwomanyouare #Ibetheregretsitnow
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Awwww, you are so sweet, Beth ❤ If strong is another definition for revengeful, sure, I'm that LMAO
But truly, it wasn't a big deal. Boys and love aren't really the things I shed tears for – puppies and books deserve more devotion on my part, for example, hahaha!
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Awww, see, I wish I’d been in that same thought boat when I was in high school/college? #Ishedwaytoomanytears #overboysthatdon’tmatter And now I’m a stone cold heart and don’t cry over like ANYTHIIIIIING what is wrong with me?!
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Omg, hahahaha! Maybe you just wasted them all on jerks and now your stocks are low? Don’t worry, I still have some bottles with my tears of when I finished Carry On, by Rainbow Rowell, I can lend them to you! (no, it’s not even a sad book, I cried over the perfection of the book as a whole, so it’s double sadness of two different kinds for you to borrow!)
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Bahahahaha I might just have to take you up on that! BRING ON THE TEAR JARS! Wait, do they smell? Are they like the jars in the scent tent in The Night Circus?! Cause…that would rock.
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Hm, I wouldn’t know… I have servants to bottle up my tears as I not-so-royally blow my nose and focus on my inner pain/hapiness over fictional people HAHAHAHAHAHA! I’m going to ask my friend who was there on the day, handling me as a heart-broken diva must be on difficult times and get back at you LMAO
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LOLOLOLOL I shall impatiently await the answer, then!
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My servant informed my tears were salty and reminded her of the sea, but no special glows, hahaha! Sorry, Beth =P HAHAHAHHA
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Awww pooooo. Oh well–maybe MINE have special glows or smells or something! It might explain why it’s so hard for me to squeeze out the tears! XD
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I bet they are like, unicorn’s blood. Too holy to be spilled without great consequences to the world! Also, they would be hot pink dripping with glitter and power! #what
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#becauseI’mpowerful #letmedrinkmyowntears #I’msotired
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hahahahah poor Beth </3
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This book looks and sounds like so much fun to read. I haven’t read a book like it before.
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Doesn’t it sound SUPER fun?! I put it on my “want to read” list almost immediately after reading the blurb, though it’ll be the second book centered around the same “premise” for me this year! 😀
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