Release Day for Lost Days by A.S. Kelly + Giveaway!

New Release for Lost Days by A. S. Kelly, book 4 of her Four Days Series. Read an excerpt & enter giveaway below! 

Title: Lost Days 

Series: Four Days #4

Author: A. S. Kelly 

Genre:  Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 5, 2018

Aaron O’Donovan is a rational man prone to reflection, used to being proactive and finding a solution for every problem. He’s lived these last few years taking care of his sister, and running a pub that he owns with his friends, having set aside his passion for music. 

Aaron is a constant presence in the lives of the people who surround him, a rock you can count on; but Aaron is a lonely man who has given up on his own ambitions, and who has a difficult past behind him. His experiences have made him cynical, unable to believe in anything, especially in love.

Ciara Doyle works as a tourist guide as she finishes her studies in Art History. She’s young and full of life. Her world is made up of light, color and limitless dreams. She believes in people, in love and living happily ever after, even if there’s only space for one man in her heart – the only man she shouldn’t want.

Aaron has known Ciara since she was a child and has always thought of her like a sister: he’s seen her grow up before his eyes, to become a beautiful sexy woman who is both stubborn and proud. A woman who knows what she wants. And Ciara wants Aaron.

Aaron tries to resist her but the passion between them explodes, forcing him to give in and start wanting something that he has denied himself for years. However, giving in to her would mean the end of her dreams, because Aaron isn’t able to love and will never be the prince charming of her fairy tale.

I lean against the wall and massage my temples with my fingers: my head feels like it’s going to explode, my thoughts will not give me peace and the image of her walking down the staircase is hitting me hard, repeatedly without mercy.  

Hey, you’re here! Erin comes happily towards me with Patrick in tow. We’re gathering up all the bridesmaids and groomsmen for a dance. A dance? With her? No way. You know I don’t dance.  

You are going to tell a bride no on the most important day of her life? She looks accusingly at me with a raised eyebrow. Of course not, I concede.  

I can’t reason with Erin under normal circumstances, let alone deal with special wedding-day blackmail. Come on, Ciara’s waiting for you, she says and gives me a wink, smiling at me with satisfaction.  

I sure as hell hope that she’s not…Oh Jesus, is this already in the public arena? And keep your hands where I can see ’em! Patrick says, pointing a finger at me.  And even though I know he’s joking it takes off five, maybe seven years of my life maintaining eye contact with him and digging up some semblance of a smile.  

I cross the floor where an embarrassed Ciara is nervously waiting for her prince. She’s biting her lip and I give her a forced smile, and make a silent appeal to my self control not to abandon me and to not let me fall into another panic attack right now, because that’s what it feels like is going to happen.  

I touch her hand and bring it to my shoulder while the other gently squeezes her waist, drawing her slightly closer to me. I keep my eyes downcast because if I were to look at her now I swear I wouldn’t be able to do anything else for the rest of my life. 

Look at her, admire her and… love her. My God, I’ve never asked you for anything and I’ve publicly declared on more than one occasion that I do not believe in you. Let this be the moment you make me eat it—please show me that I was wrong.  

I breathe. I look up. And give in. Ciara is simply marvelous, so sincere and utterly transparent that I can read everything in those big eyes of hers.  I recognize the sentiment because I feel it too, on my skin and in my heart. For her. Because she’s wonderful and I ask myself how I didn’t realize it before now. 

Unaware, I hold her waist tighter and draw her closer to me, resting my forehead against hers and her warm breath is like a caress on my lips, which I bite to avoid total collapse, to not rush towards her mouth right here in front of everyone and starting a civil war at this wedding party.  

I close my eyes and forget about the world. I don’t think about Patrick who could choke me any second. I don’t think about the people who are no longer with us.  I don’t think about the one who abandoned me. 

I don’t think about family problems. I close my eyes and let myself go. To her. I give myself this moment, for me, and for her. This nearness, this sweetness.  

I close my eyes and allow myself to dream, just for three minutes—the duration of this song—that she and I could have a future together, that this love that I feel is healthy and right, that it won’t lead to our mutual destruction and inevitable harm that we will cause each other. 

I permit myself this little fantasy, just one, cradled in the music and her breath that infuses with mine. I can dream. Just this once. - 

©A.S. Kelly 2018

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A.S. Kelly was born in Italy but lives in Ireland with her husband, their two children and a cat named Oscar. 

Bookworm, music passionate, coffee drinker, she lives in a small village in the North of Dublin, where she looks for inspiration for her new stories.

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