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  When opposites attract, it’s explosive

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  A Falling novel

  by DL Gallie

  Contents

  Also By DL Gallie

  Prologue

  1. Flynn

  2. Avery

  3. Flynn

  4. Avery

  5. Flynn

  6. Avery

  7. Flynn

  8. Avery

  9. Flynn

  10. Avery

  11. Flynn

  12. Avery

  13. Flynn

  14. Avery

  15. Flynn

  16. Avery

  17. Flynn

  18. Avery

  19. Flynn

  20. Avery

  21. Flynn

  22. Avery

  23. Flynn

  24. Avery

  25. Flynn

  26. Avery

  27. Flynn

  28. Avery

  29. Baylor

  30. Flynn

  31. Avery

  32. Flynn

  33. Avery

  34. Flynn

  35. Avery

  36. Flynn

  37. Avery

  38. Flynn

  39. Avery

  40. Flynn

  41. Avery

  42. Flynn

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  Acknowledgements

  Also by DL Gallie

  Contact for DL Gallie

  About the Author

  They say opposites attract and Avery Evans is my polar opposite in every way.

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  She’s quiet, reserved, and ohh so shy. There’s something about this gorgeous school teacher I can’t stay away from.

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  Doctor Flynn Kelly is sexy as sin, headstrong, and confident, but underneath his outgoing exterior, he’s incredibly sweet and charming. He brings out a side of me, I never knew existed.

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  We are drawn together like magnets.

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  It’s explosive.

  Earth-shattering.

  Out of this world.

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  When a devious rival tries to tear us apart, our differences really show.

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  Can two opposites fight the laws of attraction?

  Or will our chemistry sizzle and burn out?

  Copyright © DL Gallie 2020

  Falling for Dr. Kelly

  First published 3rd March 2020

  Email: [email protected]

  All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a database and retrieval system or transmitted in any form or any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the owner of copyright and the above publishers.

  This book is copyright. Apart from any fair dealing for the purposes of private study, research, criticism or review permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be stored or reproduced by any process without prior written permission. Enquiries should be made to the publisher

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the produce of the author’s imagination or used factitiously. Any resemblance to the actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Edited by Karen Hrdlicka, Barren Acres Editing

  Cover by Vanilla Lily Design

  Proofread by Lana Clarke

  Also By DL Gallie

  THE CASTAWAY GROVE COLLECTION

  Love has arrived in the Grove

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  Oasis

  Unequivocal Love

  Five Words

  Broken Rules - coming mid/late 2020

  …and a few more as well.

  THE LIQUOR CABINET SERIES

  Liquor has never been so disturbingly saucy

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  Malt Me (Book 1)

  Tequila Healing (Book 2)

  Wine Not (Book 3)

  The Final Shot (Book 4)

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  The Liquor Cabinet: Series boxset

  THE UNEXPECTED SERIES

  When it comes to love, expect the unexpected

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  The Unexpected Gift

  The Unexpected Letter

  The Unexpected Package

  The Unexpected Connection

  STAND ALONES

  Out of Nowhere

  Antecedent

  Seven Nights

  Falling for Dr. Knight, a Falling novel - coming May 2020

  To Halle,

  Dr. Kelly is all yours

  “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”

  ~ Dr Seuss

  Prologue

  Baylor and I are lying under her bed giggling like schoolgirls. “That was awesome, BayBay. They had no idea it was me.”

  “I know, Avie, I know.” Bay says with a smile that lights up her face. “We should do this again. It’s so much fun playing each other.”

  “It sure is.” I look to my twin sister and smile, happy that of all the people in the world I ended up with her as my twin. She’s my BayBay.

  “I love that you’re my sister, Avie.”

  “And I love that you’re mine too, BayBay. We are gonna be twinsies forever.”

  “What’s a twinsie?” she asks.

  “It’s your twin, who is also your best friend,” I explain to my older twin, by seven minutes.

  “Twinsies forever,” she whispers back. “Let’s do it again and this time let's do it for a whole day.”

  “Yes, let’s do it tomorrow.”

  As the memory fades and reality kicks back in, a sadness washes over me. Baylor and I were close and we swore we’d be twinsies forever, and up until recently, we were. She was one of my best friends, albeit selfish at times, but at the end of the day, she always had my back and I had hers. We were there for one another when we needed a shoulder to cry on or a hug just because. But she’s changing before my eyes and turning into a horrible, despicable person. My BayBay, my twinsie, is wilting away and there’s nothing I can do about it. This new Baylor is harsh and not a nice person to be around. She’s always been the headstrong, outgoing, and brash twin, the complete opposite to me. I’m shy, quiet, and reserved. Some would say I’m a pushover but differences aside, we always had each other’s back.

  I want that Baylor back.

  My BayBay.

  I don’t like this new one.

  1

  Flynn

  Today is my last day at Oasis, what I thought was going to be a sex-filled getaway didn’t quite turn out how I expected. The first few days I hooked up each night but they were nothing to write home about, and then I met Paige Walsh. Paige is a smoking hot red-haired vixen and, rather than getting down and dirty between the sheets with her, we became friends. Platonic, no hanky-panky, non-kissing friends…and then she got back together with her fiancé and I really was relegated to the friend zone. If I’m honest, I’m glad Paige got her happily ever after, she deserves more than a weekend fuckfest with me. My dick, on the other hand, he isn’t too happy with me right now. The term blue balls is an accurate description of my nether regions at this moment in time.

  I just bumped into Paige and Cam, her douche fiancé—he broke her heart and then game grovelling back, hence douche fiancé reference—but Paige is beaming right now. From the chats we had, he is the rum to her Coke and when he followed her here, it cemented her feelings for him. Lucky bastard. After walking away from them, I head down to
the beach for one last swim before my flight home. Kicking off my flip-flops, I pull my shirt over my head, and drop my sunglasses on top of my shirt. Looking around, I see I’m the only one here, so I pull down my boardshorts and I run toward the ocean, naked as the day I was born. When the water is to my knees, I dive in, the water is cold and a shock to the system, but it’s just what I need.

  Breaking the surface, I shake my head from side to side, flicking water droplets around like a dog. Floating on my back, I stare up at the sky, it’s the bluest of blue and there’s not a cloud in sight. I’ll be sad to leave this place, but after losing Paige—not that I had her in the first place—I think getting back to Chicago is what the doctor—me—ordered.

  I really needed this getaway, the last few weeks at the hospital have been crazy busy. So busy I haven’t even had a chance to hook up in the on-call room. It used to be great when Kristin Payne worked there. She and I had a mutual arrangement that worked for both of us. The sex was mind-blowing, there were no feelings or awkwardness; it worked great between us. Until she foolishly went and fell in love with her childhood best friend. But in saying that, I’ve never seen her happier. It was no surprise when she ended our arrangement. Was I sad? Sure, but I was happy she was happy. A few weeks later, he took a job in Australia and she left with him. Leaving me and my blue balls behind.

  I’ve had enough with the moping, so I stand up and dive back under the water. When I break the surface, I swim until my arms hurt. I’m a fair way out from shore and if I’m honest, I’m impressed with how far I swam. Looking at my watch, I see I have to get back; otherwise I’ll miss my flight. Swimming back to shore, I slip my shorts back on, grab the rest of my stuff, and head to my room where I shower and change for the flight home. While I’m in the shower, like I have the last few days, I pleasure myself to thoughts of Paige, wishing ever so hard it really were her. Closing my eyes, I imagine it’s her hand gripping my cock and pumping. Squeezing the tip before sliding her palm down my shaft. My balls tighten and I come over the shower wall, murmuring her name as I empty my load.

  Opening my eyes, I step under the showerhead, letting the droplets cascade over my shoulders, washing away the remnants of my self-love. Soaping up, I clean myself, climb out, dry off, and finish packing.

  After checking out, I jump on the shuttle bus and it takes me to the airport, where I board my flight and head back to reality.

  Preston Knight, my best friend and the best pediatric doctor at Western General, picks me up. “How was paradise?”

  “Paradise,” I forlornly reply.

  “Why so glum?” I sigh, not sure what to say to him. “Dude, like seriously, what’s up?”

  “I have blue balls.”

  Preston laughs, a deep belly laugh which echoes through the car. I’m glad we are stopped at a red light; otherwise, I’m sure he would have crashed the car. “Are you telling me, Dr. ‘I have an accent, drop your panties now’ has blue balls?”

  Nodding my head, I sigh dejectedly, “Yep.”

  “How? You just got back from a fuckin’ adults-only haven.”

  “The first few days were banging—pun intended—and then I met this chick but she was…”

  “Was what?” he questions, as he pulls onto the freeway.

  “She was there after a breakup—”

  “Rebound sex,” he interrupts, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

  “I wish. The ex-fiancé arrived. He followed her to Oasis and won her back.” Lucky bastard.

  “Well shit, so why not hook up with someone else?”

  “I don’t know. I just wasn’t feeling it. After getting cockblocked by her, I just, I don’t know. If I’m honest, this weirdness goes further back. Ever since Kristin fell in love and moved to kangaroo land, I’ve just been out of sorts.”

  “Sounds like you need to get laid and you need to get laid good.”

  “Tell me about it. The boys are turning blue and I’m getting callouses on my hands from all the jacking off. I feel like a teenager again.”

  “If you like, we can go out tonight.”

  Shaking my head, I resist, “Nah, I need to get home, unpack, and get my head back into the game. Plus, I’ve got an early shift tomorrow.”

  “No worries, some other time then.”

  The rest of the trip to my place is silent. We pull up to my building and I climb out. Preston hops out and opens the trunk. Leaning in, I grab my bag. “Thanks for picking me up, man…and the talk.”

  “Anytime, you know that.”

  “Appreciate it. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Turning around, I head inside. The doorman, he’s new, I think to myself, opens the door and nods at me. Nodding at the desk clerk, I push the button for the penthouse. The elevator arrives, I step in and the car whisks me up to my floor.

  Stepping into my penthouse, I look around. It really is a bachelor pad, but it’s MY bachelor pad. Everything is dark brown. My couch, the rug, the artwork. Hell, even the kitchen has chocolate brown granite and dark wooden cabinets. At least the walls are light, brightening the place up. As I head into my bedroom, I think maybe it's time to overhaul this place. If I lighten the furnishings up, it might lighten my mood as well.

  Dropping my suitcase off in the walk-in closet, I head back to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of red. I’m thankful I called my housekeeper and asked her to stock up today. Not wanting a heavy meal, I prepare a cheese platter and head out to the patio. I enjoy my wine and watch the sun go down. The sensor lights flick on and I realize I’ve been sitting out here for hours.

  Picking up the empty plate and my wine, I head inside. Placing the plate and glass in the sink, I head to bed, hoping a goodnight’s sleep will reset my mood, and I’ll be ready to head back to work in the morning. I drift off to sleep and for the first night since meeting Paige, I don’t dream of her. I take it as a good sign and that things will return to normal.

  2

  Avery

  “For fuck’s sake, Bay,” I growl, as I walk into the kitchen. It’s already been a long day since I had parent-teacher conferences today, and then after I left school, I had to stop in at Jewel-Osco to get a few things. Placing the grocery bags on the floor in the kitchen, I look around at the mess Baylor left and shake my head. What has gotten into my sister lately? It looks like she cooked up a greasy breakfast, using every dish we own, and then left everything where it was. She even left the butter and milk on the counter. Grabbing them, I place them away in the refrigerator and grab the two bottles of wine—hey, it was two-for-one—and the other cold grocery items while I’m at it.

  Grabbing my phone, I connect it to the Bose system and I groove out to The Killers, singing along to “Mr. Brightside” as I put the other food in the pantry. Turning from the pantry, I look to the sink. “Fuck me,” I groan, the sink is full of dirty dishes, actually it’s overflowing with greasy, grimy dishes. I shudder at the sight before me. Bay has always been the messy twin, but this is absolutely disgusting. The counter next to the sink is also covered with dirty dishes and cups. I’m embarrassed to be related to the slob who created this mess. Opening the dishwasher, I get a reprieve when I see it’s empty. I get to work loading the dishwasher with as many of the dishes as possible. And surprisingly, I get most of them in, which was more than I anticipated. Once it's full, I pop in a tablet and turn it on.

  Then I tackle what’s left.

  Filling the sink with hot water, I wash and scrub for what feels like hours. Once they are all sparkly and clean, I pop them in the drying rack, no way am I drying them up too. Then I turn my attention to the pots and pans that were left on the stove. Emptying the sink, for the third time, I clean the pots and pans and then put them on the stovetop to dry, since the rack is full but first, I need to remove the grease and food splatters from the stove. With the dishes and stove taken care of, I start on the countertops and cupboards because something is splattered on them. Note to self, when I move again, do not get a kitchen with white cabinets. This job takes me just as l
ong as it did to wash the pots. The grease had started to set but with a little elbow grease—pun intended—the kitchen is finally spotless.

  With a sigh, I throw the cloth into the trash, no saving that one. Leaning against the cabinets, I look around and smile. I really love our place, Bay and I made it into a real home. It suits both our personalities. The kitchen is small, with white upper and lower cabinets. The countertops are a speckled gray with a coffee maker and toaster sitting out for easy access. The kitchen is off the dining nook, which has a round table with four chairs. Off there is the living room, which consists of our sofa, coffee table, entertainment unit with flat-screen TV, stereo, and DVD player. It opens to a reasonably sized balcony, which overlooks the park across the road. The balcony is large enough for two chairs, a lounger, and small table. At the back of the living room is the front door and hallway, which leads to the two bedrooms and a half bath. There are faux wooden floorboards throughout and plush carpets in the bedroom. The bonus of this place, each room has its own en suite so I don’t need to share with Bay. She never used to be this much of a slob but lately, her habits have been slipping.