Mhairi McFarlane 3-Book Collection: You Had Me at Hello, Here’s Looking at You and It’s Not Me, It’s You
Three hilarious novels from the SUNDAY TIMES bestselling authorYOU HAD ME AT HELLO: Rachel and Ben. Ben and Rachel. It was them against the world. Until it all fell apart. It’s been a decade since they last spoke, but when Rachel bumps into Ben one rainy day, the years melt away. They’d been partners in crime and the best of friends. But life has moved on: Ben is married. Rachel is not. Yet in that split second, Rachel feels the old friendship return. And along with it, the broken heart she’s never been able to mend. Hilarious, heartbreaking and everything in between, you’ll be hooked from their first ‘hello’.HERE’S LOOKING AT YOU: Anna Alessi – history expert, possessor of a lot of hair and an occasionally filthy mouth – seeks nice man for intelligent conversation and Mills & Boon moments. Despite the oddballs that keep turning up on her dates, Anna couldn’t be happier. As a 30-something with a job she loves, life has turned out better than she dared dream. However, things weren’t always this way, and her years spent as the ‘Italian Galleon’ of an East London comprehensive are ones she’d rather forget. So when James Fraser – the architect of Anna’s final humiliation at school – walks back into her life, her world is turned upside down. But James seems a changed man. Polite. Mature. Funny, even. People can change, right? So why does Anna feel like she’s a fool to trust him?IT’S NOT ME, IT’S YOU: Delia Moss isn’t quite sure where she went wrong. When she proposed and discovered her boyfriend was sleeping with someone else – she thought it was her fault. When she realised life would never be the same again – she thought it was her fault. And when he wanted her back like nothing had changed – Delia started to wonder if perhaps she was not to blame… From Newcastle to London and back again, with dodgy jobs, eccentric bosses and annoyingly handsome journalists thrown in, Delia must find out where her old self went – and if she can ever get her back.
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Mhairi McFarlane: 3-Book Collection
You Had Me at Hello
Here’s Looking at You
It’s Not Me, It’s You
Mhairi McFarlane
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2015
Copyright © Mhairi McFarlane 2012, 2013, 2014
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Mhairi McFarlane asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780007488032; 9780007488049; 9780007524990
Ebook Edition © December 2015 ISBN: 9780008162122
Version: 2015-09-21
Contents
Don’t miss Mhairi’s latest book, Who’s that Girl
About the Author
About the Publisher
Copyright
AVON
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First published in Great Britain by
HarperCollinsPublishers 2012
Copyright © Mhairi McFarlane 2012
Mhairi McFarlane asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBN: 9780007488056
Ebook Edition © November 2012 ISBN: 9780007488032
Version: 2015-09-21
Dedication
For Jenny
Who I Found At University
Contents
PROLOGUE
‘Oh bloody hell, of all the luck …’
‘What?’ I asked.
I batted a particularly plucky and irrepressible wasp away from my Coke can. Ben was shielding his face with his hand in that way which only renders you more conspicuous.
‘Professor McDonald. You know, Egg McMuffin Head. I owed him an essay on Keats a week ago. Has he seen me?’
I looked over. Across the afternoon-sun-dappled lawn, the professor had stopped in his tracks and was doing the full pointing-finger Lord Kitchener impression, even down to mouthing the word ‘YOU’.
‘Er. Yes.’
Ben peered through a gap in his fingers at me.
‘Maybe yes or hell yes?’
‘Like a tweedy, portly, bald Scottish Scud missile has your exact coordinates and is ripping across the grass to take you out, yes.’
‘Right, OK, think, think …’ Ben muttered, looking up into the leaves of the tree we were sitting beneath.
‘Are you going to try to climb it? Because Professor McDonald looks the type to wait for the fire crews at dusk.’
Ben’s eyes cast around at the detritus of lunch, and our bags on the ground, as if they contained an answer. I didn’t think an esteemed academic getting a face full of Karrimor rucksack was likely to help. His gaze came to rest on my right hand.
‘Can I borrow your ring?’
‘Sure. It’s not magical though.’ I twisted it off and handed it over.
