ABOUT THE BOOK
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tommy O’Doherty, and I’m madly in love.
Too blunt, you say? Seriously, why lie? Everyone seems to know about it already. The gossip about my major crush on my best friend’s neighbour has spread like wildfire.
And I have to admit, I didn’t do anything to stop it.
Not everyone is as good at pretending to be a playboy—even if the most they can handle is a PlayStation—like my weird colleagues and messy friends. Not everyone can keep it together when they meet the sweetest, most sensitive, and most wonderful creature on Earth.
Too bad she doesn’t see herself that way. Too bad she doesn’t believe my words, my kisses, my caresses, or my romantic gestures. Too bad she’s not ready to believe that what we have is real and that I’m not just her backup boyfriend, but the man who truly wants to be with her.
Even though I keep telling her that we are made to last, I’m starting to think she will never believe me unless I am willing to show her in a dramatic and obviously questionable way that I’m serious and that there is no better man for her than me.
Each book in the Love At Last Series is standalone:
– Last Call
– About Last Night
– One Last Kiss
– The Last One
– Made To Last
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A. S. Kelly writes Rom-Com, Romantic Fiction and Family Saga.
Avid reader, hopeless romantic, lover of yoga, knitting and home baking.
She was born in Italy but lives in Ireland with her husband, two children and a cat named Oscar.
Follow A. S. Kelly on her website, Instagram, Facebook, Bookbub, Twitter, and Goodreads.
EXCERPT
Slowly, she looks up at me and I meet her gaze. The silence around us, the dim lights in the corridor, her eyes filled with words and desires I wish I could hear and fulfil until my last breath.
I reach out and touch her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. And it’s a moment. I can’t even grasp it. Ivy stands on her toes and then her soft, full lips – the ones I’ve been dreaming about – press gently against mine.
A simple touch and I’m completely devastated.
I run my hands along her waist, then up her back; I place them on her bare skin, palms open. She subtly opens her lips, inviting me in. Her taste blends with my warmth, her anxiety mixes with my desire, and her breath accompanies my moans. Our tongues intertwine, our bodies pressed against each other, her back against the door. I gently lift her dress to touch her leg, her thigh gripping my waist. Excitement grows and builds up between us.
I have just enough time to get caught up in her scent before she abruptly pulls away, embarrassed as the door to her room quickly slams shut in my face.
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