The Last Kiss: HarperImpulse Mobile Shorts

The Last Kiss: HarperImpulse Mobile Shorts
Brigid Coady

HarperImpulse Contemporary Romance Mobile Shorts'Poignant, funny, realistic yet romantic, these stories make you relive the good times and sigh over the sad ones. I loved them.' – Katie FfordeFirst kisses are the ones that every one celebrates, the ones you remember. The ones you hope to treasure as it happened, storing up your memories to take out and relive.But what about the last kiss?The first in The Kiss Collection, an exciting new series of short stories from Brigid Coady & HarperImpulse.*Please note this is a short story, approx. 1000 words in length designed for reading on your mobile phone or tablet.*

The Last Kiss

The Kiss Collection

Brigid Coady

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www.harpercollins.co.uk

Contents

Brigid Coady (#u801ad39f-84dd-5c9f-81b7-964cf44a2eff)

Dedication (#ua969a2ff-bd4f-52ee-bcc9-37138bd30fd8)

The Last Kiss (#ue07991f2-cd3f-5fe3-a1b7-a95887a41b62)

Love Romance? (#litres_trial_promo)

About HarperImpulse (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Brigid Coady (#uec882dc9-285e-56e1-bb89-f67e027a1f73)

I was born in the UK but raised round the world and spent most of my childhood with my nose in a book. When I was seven I wrote my first proper story about a magic puddle that flipped up to reveal a secret world underground.

I’m now a non-practicing engineer who works in project management. I write romance and young adult stories. I’ve been a voice-over and radio continuity artist. I love country music and used to have my own radio show. My boyfriend says I have an unhealthy obsession with Kenny Chesney. I live in London.

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The Last Kiss (#uec882dc9-285e-56e1-bb89-f67e027a1f73)

First kisses are the ones that everybody celebrates, the ones you remember. The ones you treasure as it happens, storing in your memory to take out and relive at any given moment.

But what about the last kiss?

Do you even remember them?

Sometimes the relationship has faded away, so that the last kiss becomes like a blurred faded Polaroid, bleached in the sun. Other times it’s wrenched from you when the relationship implodes, leaving a gaping hole. That last kiss turns into a negative photo of a relationship you once believed in, but are no longer sure if any of it was real.

And then there are those last kisses salted by unshed tears.

He grasped my fingers and played with them as we waited for the flight to be called. I wished now that he hadn’t come to the airport with me. That we had said our goodbyes at the hotel, the place where our small but perfectly formed affair was born and lived so briefly. It was where it should have ended. But neither of us could bear to be parted until we had to. We were clinging to the hope that somehow we could make this work.