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Lighthouse Bay A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Freeman, Kimberley
  • Author:  Freeman, Kimberley
  • ISBN-10:  1451672799
  • ISBN-10:  1451672799
  • ISBN-13:  9781451672794
  • ISBN-13:  9781451672794
  • Publisher:  Touchstone
  • Publisher:  Touchstone
  • Pages:  432
  • Pages:  432
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Sep-2013
  • Pub Date:  01-Sep-2013
  • SKU:  1451672799-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  1451672799-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100221420
  • List Price: $25.99
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From the author ofWildflower Hill, this breathtaking novel travels more than a century between two love stories set in the Australian seaside town of Lighthouse Bay.

FROM THE AUTHOR OFWILDFLOWER HILL,THIS BREATHTAKING NOVEL TRAVELS MORE THAN A CENTURY BETWEEN TWO LOVE STORIES SET IN THE AUSTRALIAN SEASIDE TOWN OF LIGHTHOUSE BAY.

In 1901, a ship sinks off the coast of Lighthouse Bay in Australia. The only survivor is Isabella Winterbourne—escaping her loveless marriage and the devastating loss of her son—who clutches a priceless gift meant for the Australian Parliament. Suddenly, this gift could be her ticket to a new life, free from the bonds of her husband and his overbearing family.

One hundred years later, Libby Slater leaves her life in Paris to return to her hometown of Lighthouse Bay. Living in the cottage that was purchased by her recently passed lover, she hopes to heal her broken heart and reconcile with her sister, Juliet. Libby did something so unforgivable twenty years ago, Juliet is unsure if she can ever trust her sister again.

In this adventurous love story spanning centuries, both Isabella and Libby must learn that letting go of the past is the only way to move into the future.Lighthouse Bay

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2011

Libby sat at the back of the small parish church mourning the man she had loved for twelve years. In a congregation of nearly eighty people, not one offered her a warm touch or a sad smile. They didn’t even know who she was. Or if they did, they didn’t show it.

It was a relief in some ways: at least there were no sidelong glances, no murmurs passed from lips to ears behind hands, no cool shoulders on either side of her in the pew. But in other ways it was a sad acknowledgment of the grubby truth. Nobody knew that the man they had come here tol³:
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