Release; One Night To Fall
Title: One Night to Fall
Series: Kinney Brothers #1
Author: Kelsey Kingsley
Genre: Contemporary Adult Romance
Release Date: December 12, 2017
Do we choose love? Or is it something decided by fate?
To Kinsey McKenna, Patrick Kinney was a persistent glob of sticky peanut butter. He had been stuck to the roof of her mouth, since they were both three years old, when fate seemed to send his family next door to hers. All the way from the coast of Ireland to River Canyon, Connecticut.
Over twenty-nine years, fate has been both kind and cruel and many choices have been made. Can things go back to when they were more innocent and magical? Patrick has a plan and just one night to try and take back the reins of his destiny and put the wrong things right with a trip down memory lane.
Fall in love again with this novella of firsts and second chances, in a little town where everything meant everything.
"You don't want to miss meeting those amazing people in this beautifully written romance." - Bianca & BJ's Book Blog "I'm going to say this is a must read. Come join me. Fall in love with an Irish b*****d too." - V. Theia, author of the Renegade Souls series "You know, when you're reading a book, and it takes you to a place where the world around you ceases to exist... That is One Night To Fall by Kelsey Kingsley." - Love2ReadRomance
"This Town" by Niall Horan
"Too Much to Ask" by Niall Horan
"Holy Days" by Sean McConnell
"Greatest Love Story" by LANCO
"Legends" by Kelsea Ballerini
"Lost" by Secondhand Serenade
"Sweet Thing" by Hozier (Van Morrison cover)
"Have I Told You Lately" by Van Morrison
"These Are the Days" by Van Morrison
"Sweet Thing" by Van Morrison
Kinsey McKenna.
My sweet thing across the Long Island Sound.
I'd laugh about it sometimes, lying on the couch in my basement. I had to cross the pond to give her my heart, and she had to cross the Sound to take it away.
It wasn't very funny, but I'd laugh anyway, because what else could I do? I couldn't just call her up, beg for her to take me back-I was married. Not happily, but married nonetheless, and I wasn't a cheater. An arsehole, maybe, for allowing my soul to remain tethered to another woman, but I wasn't in the habit of being unfaithful.
"Patrick?"
Kate's voice stole me from my thoughts, and with a gasp, I scrambled to lay her memory back in my heart, tucking it in where it had remained hidden for all those years.
"What was that?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
"I had asked if you've seen Kinsey around here, while you were waiting."
"What? Kinsey?"
Kate nodded. "Yeah, my sister Kinsey. You remember her?" She said it with the old teasing tone I had gotten to know so well during the years of my youth. The voice she used when she'd catch us kissing on the old swing set in the back yard, when she'd catch us closing her bedroom door, when she ... "Patrick?"
There I went again. "Sorry," I said, shaking my head. "So, Kinsey is here?"
I caught the upward twitch of Kate's cheek, just above the corner of her mouth. "Yes, she is, but I'm telling you right now, she does not want to see you."
"Were those her explicit instructions?" I asked, glancing around me in the waiting room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
"Something like that," she said with a smirk, but then she stepped toward me, dropping her voice to a whisper. "But between you and me, I only promised to keep you away from her until after the surgery."
"Ah, Kate. I could kiss ya."
She rolled her eyes. "You better not be kissing anybody but your wife, Patrick Kinney. You're still married."
"Watch how fast I get divorced," I said, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow.
"Patrick," she hissed. I had heard that before, so many times.
I relaxed my face, smiling softly. "I'm only kiddin', Kate. But listen, it's getting late, and I really should get home. Keep me posted on your dad, will ya? And tell Kinsey I said hi." She nodded, stepping forward to give me another tight hug, and I turned to leave.
And the thing was, I had lied to Kate McKenna. Kinsey was back, and if I saw her, if I felt there was any chance of us getting back together, any chance at all, I would file for a divorce. I would unpack all of those memories I kept tucked away in my heart, I would hang them on a wall and display them on a shelf, and I would make her remember.
Because ten years had gone by. Ten whole years, and nothing was getting better. Nothing was hurting less, and nothing was getting that woman out of my head.
My sweet thing across the Long Island Sound.
I'd laugh about it sometimes, lying on the couch in my basement. I had to cross the pond to give her my heart, and she had to cross the Sound to take it away.
It wasn't very funny, but I'd laugh anyway, because what else could I do? I couldn't just call her up, beg for her to take me back-I was married. Not happily, but married nonetheless, and I wasn't a cheater. An arsehole, maybe, for allowing my soul to remain tethered to another woman, but I wasn't in the habit of being unfaithful.
"Patrick?"
Kate's voice stole me from my thoughts, and with a gasp, I scrambled to lay her memory back in my heart, tucking it in where it had remained hidden for all those years.
"What was that?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
"I had asked if you've seen Kinsey around here, while you were waiting."
"What? Kinsey?"
Kate nodded. "Yeah, my sister Kinsey. You remember her?" She said it with the old teasing tone I had gotten to know so well during the years of my youth. The voice she used when she'd catch us kissing on the old swing set in the back yard, when she'd catch us closing her bedroom door, when she ... "Patrick?"
There I went again. "Sorry," I said, shaking my head. "So, Kinsey is here?"
I caught the upward twitch of Kate's cheek, just above the corner of her mouth. "Yes, she is, but I'm telling you right now, she does not want to see you."
"Were those her explicit instructions?" I asked, glancing around me in the waiting room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
"Something like that," she said with a smirk, but then she stepped toward me, dropping her voice to a whisper. "But between you and me, I only promised to keep you away from her until after the surgery."
"Ah, Kate. I could kiss ya."
She rolled her eyes. "You better not be kissing anybody but your wife, Patrick Kinney. You're still married."
"Watch how fast I get divorced," I said, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow.
"Patrick," she hissed. I had heard that before, so many times.
I relaxed my face, smiling softly. "I'm only kiddin', Kate. But listen, it's getting late, and I really should get home. Keep me posted on your dad, will ya? And tell Kinsey I said hi." She nodded, stepping forward to give me another tight hug, and I turned to leave.
And the thing was, I had lied to Kate McKenna. Kinsey was back, and if I saw her, if I felt there was any chance of us getting back together, any chance at all, I would file for a divorce. I would unpack all of those memories I kept tucked away in my heart, I would hang them on a wall and display them on a shelf, and I would make her remember.
Because ten years had gone by. Ten whole years, and nothing was getting better. Nothing was hurting less, and nothing was getting that woman out of my head.
Kelsey Kingsley lives in New York with her family and a cat named Ethel.
She believes there is nothing better than a good doughnut and a cup of tea, and that there is a song for everything.
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