A Love by Any Measure

Author:McRae, Killian [McRae, Killian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance, irish, England, regency romance, victorians, different worlds, romeo and juliet, star-crossed lovers, ireland, english, quid pro quo
Publisher: Tulipe Noire Press
Published: 2013-11-08T05:00:00+00:00

It was a firm command directed at her fiancé. Owen’s face grew to a full grimace as he looked proudly to each of the men in turn.

“Gladly, mo chroi.”

Maeve’s head was a wee bit hazy, but Owen’s was thoroughly spun. She led him by the hand to the back of the pub, each step in full swing and sway. With a lively two step, they circled. A few hollers grabbed her attention and Maeve saw Brocc atop a table, lifting her skirts half way over her head. A good many lads circled, cheering her on. As Owen swung Maeve to face that direction, she saw August, now seated alone. Again, their eyes met, but this time she was not so easily able to remove her stare. His lips curled in a half smirk and Maeve stumbled.

“Whoa, there,” Owen laughed, bracing her around the hip and pulling her up. “It won’t do for us both to be drunk off our arses. That’s a man’s work.”

She kissed his cheek softly and slowly, knowing full well August watched with scorn. “Well, find me a man to do the work, and I’ll not tarry,” she teased.

Owen bellowed in laughter as he sloppily pressed his lips to her cheek. From the corner of her eye, Maeve saw August shift uncomfortably in his chair. Good, she thought, let him squirm. In fact ...

Maeve didn’t know if it was her drunken stupor or her need to set August’s mind straight, but suddenly kissing Owen Murphy in as scandalous a fashion as possible became the best idea she had ever had. She pressed her lips gently at first, then coaxed his open. For a moment, Owen seemed resistant, then either by will or by spirits, his lips parted and he returned the kiss. His feet planted firmly on the floor as he deepened the kiss, circling his arms around her and pulling her body flush to his. Within moments, every physical boundary achievable by the clothed and standing was crossed as hoots and hollers arose in every direction. Owen’s mouth moved against Maeve’s, tasting of whiskey, but no less than her own, she supposed. He pulled back a moment, his eyes full of lust and need. She thought he might pull her out of the pub right then to take her in the alley. His hand rose slowly to brush her cheek and he smiled coyly.

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