One Night to Fall by Kelsey Kingsley ~ EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY~

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Patrick Kinney wasn't a god. He was a parasite, and nobody worships a parasite.

Patrick Kinney was a glob of sticky, persistent peanut butter stuck to the roof of Kinsey McKenna's mouth, and she craved him.

In fact, she had been craving him ever since he set foot in River Canyon, Connecticut, when they were just three years old. And she hated it ever step of the way. (Well, sort of.)

But Patrick has a plan to fix it, and set the wrong things right. Can he turn it all around with one night and a sweet, but painful, trip down memory lane?

Fall in love again in this novella of firsts, second chances, and a little town on the coast of Connecticut, where everything meant everything.

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Excerpt


While kneeling on the counter, the added height put my eyes on level with his. He took a step forward, smiling with those dimples, deepened in shadows cast by the streetlamps. I could smell him, the cologne he wore. I could feel the warmth radiating from his sun-freckled skin.
“This is very handy. No need to get any cricks in my neck,” he said, leaning in.
He edged his mouth close enough to barely brush his lips against mine before I reeled myself back, reminding my body that we weren’t supposed to like him.
I scooted off the counter to hurry out of the store. But of course, he kept up with my fast pace easily with his long gazelle legs, and a hand pressed to the small of my back as we left through the rear entrance. It seemed impossible that he could simultaneously disgust and arouse with one gesture, one touch, but there it was. I wanted to jump on him and rip my skin off at the same time, just to keep from being tainted for another eternity, but I did neither. I just kept walking to my car, fully aware of that hand, scorching my skin with every step taken.
When we reached the middle of the parking lot, he stopped abruptly, seizing my shirt in his hand. I jerked forward, almost dropping the box. I imagined the echoed clatter of metal against asphalt, and I spun around to glare up at him, my nose and brow wrinkling in anger.
“What the fuck, Patrick!”
“I just remembered my truck is out front.”
With a sudden dawning of realization, I shook my head slowly. “Oh, no, pal. I don’t think so. We are not driving together. You’re lucky I even agreed to doing this.”
“Yeah, y’know, I was wonderin’ about that. Why did you agree?” His hands were pocketed, and he leaned forward, flashing that little strip of toned skin. “I mean, you seemed to not have any problem sayin’ no for the past two years, so …”
“I just finally wanted you off my back.”
Such a liar.

About Kelsey Kingsley

Kelsey Kingsley grew up in the great state of New York, and still lives there with her family and a cat named Ethel. When she isn’t writing her fingers to the bone, she enjoys a good (or bad) book, reruns ofFrasier, ruining the lives of her Sims, and singing and dancing in the kitchen. She somehow survives off a diet of tea, doughnuts, and French fries. However, she hates cheese and listening to people chew. You’ve been warned.

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