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Kiss Me, O'Malley

The O'Malley's : 6

By: Stevie MacFarlane
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: 2017© Blushing Books® and Stevie MacFarlane
Fourteen Chapters / 42,100 Words
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Sean:

Ever since I met her, I knew Maeve was going to be my wife someday.

Aye, she’s trouble, there’s no doubt about it,

Strutting around town, endangering her reputation.

Before I left for university, I warned her:

You’re going to be mine, so don’t go getting into any mischief!

Maeve:

I’ve been in love with Sean for as long as I can remember

But why does he have to be so damn bossy and opinionated?

Aye, I might have done a few foolish things after he left, but

There was no permanent damage.

And the way he forced my hand was downright underhanded…

When I marry him – if I marry him –

I’m going to teach him a thing or two about how to treat women!

Author’s Note: This book is a prequel to The O’Malley Series. Many times I’ve been asked for Sean and Maeve’s story. Readers seem to want to know how the parents of Rory, Maggie, Patrick, Colleen, and Bridget met and fell in love many years ago in Ireland.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of power exchange and domestic discipline. If these offend you, please do not purchase.

Chapter One

 

Maeve had her eye on Sean O’Malley ever since she made her first communion at St. Patrick’s. He was an altar boy a few years older than her, and while he had an angelic face, she knew there was more to the tall young man than met the eye. He had a reputation; at least that was what the older girls whispered about him. What that meant exactly she didn’t quite grasp, but she was impressed just the same. Anything that caused the nuns to scowl in his direction was interesting. He always smiled back at them and spoke respectfully, but the nuns would tsk, frown and shake their heads as they walked away. It was almost as though they wished he would do something they could reprimand him for.

Her fascination didn’t end when he turned fifteen and no longer lit the candles in church. Each Sunday she looked for him. He was absent more than he was present, but that didn’t upset her. She knew in her heart he was a good boy, despite what others might say.

As she grew older, Sean always seemed to be in the vicinity when she got herself in hot water. He’d either whisk her away or plant his big body between her and whatever threat presented itself. Sometimes it was other boys bothering her for no reason she could determine and sometimes it was something foolish she’d done bringing trouble down on her own head.

The nuns weren’t fond of make-up. Unfortunately, Maeve was very fond of Strawberry Kiss lipstick.

“Wipe that off,” he’d hiss as he passed her in the hall. Or “don’t think I can’t tell you’ve rolled your skirt up.” One day he herded her toward the row of lockers in the hall and whispered in her ear. “I could still smell that perfume in the gym an hour after you’d left it. Sooner or later you’re goin’ to be called to task about it. Go back to the sweet scent you used to wear,” he demanded before walking away.

Affronted, Maeve sniffed her sweater. Well, maybe it was a bit much, but it was called Parisian Mist and wearing it made her feel grown up.

It was a sad day when he graduated. That summer, before he went off to college, she hardly saw him unless she happened to stroll by Woodies where he worked. Occasionally he was outside, loading a truck, his white tee-shirt straining across his chest, the muscles in his arms bulging.

It was the early seventies, and while her parents had a fit, she’d still managed to cajole them into letting her buy some of the latest fashions. Of course, they had no idea the skirts she bought could all be rolled up at the waist until they classified as miniskirts. Or that the shorts she bought were technically called ‘hot pants’. Platform shoes added many inches to her height and, wearing them, she felt mature. Stopping outside the wire fence at Woodies, she sent her girlfriends on ahead and watched Sean working. He looked up and saw her. She smiled and waved. After wiping the sweat from his brow, he stared at her, his hands planted on his hips before his long-legged stride brought him to the fence.

“Jesus, Maeve, what the devil are ya doin’?” he demanded.

“Nothin’. My friends and I are goin’ shoppin’. Why?”

“Dressed like that?”

“Aye, what’s wrong with the way I’m dressed, not that it’s any concern of yours?” she asked, slightly stung by his attitude.

“For one thing, you’re advertisin’ somethin’ that’s not available,” he snapped.

“How do you know what’s available and what isn’t?” she challenged, tossing her auburn hair over her shoulder.

“Because I know you’re not yet sixteen, darlin’,” he said softly, leaning closer.

Maeve’s heart raced. Tipping her head back she looked into his eyes.

“I also know that when it is available, tis mine. I’ll be leavin’ soon, so you’d better behave while I’m gone. If you don’t, when your Da gets done skelpin’ you, I’ll be waitin’ in line to give you the worst spankin’ of your young life. Do you understand?”

“No,” she breathed, her knees shaking.

“You will,” he assured her with a gentle smile. “Now go home and wash that muck off your face before I do it with that hose over there,” he insisted pointing to a big hose on the outside of the building. “And put some proper clothes on or I’ll give you a lickin’ right here. Those shorts don’t cover much, so I should be able to do a proper job of it.”

Maeve drew back and straightened her spine with a snap.

“I’ll do as I please, Sean O’Malley, and you can go straight to the devil,” she hissed, taking a step back when his face darkened.

“Aye, that may be where I’m headed, darlin’,” he conceded with a grin, “but you’re headin’ home to change,” he insisted, pointing in the direction she’d come from.

“No I’m not,” she said, stomping her foot. “I’m goin’ with my friends!”

“Martin, is it lunch time yet?” he called to a man behind him working on loading another truck. “I find I’ve got an errand to run,” he continued, taking off his leather gloves.

“Sure, Sean, go ahead. I’ll cover for you” the man replied with a grunt.

Maeve shivered and took another step back from the fence. There was no doubt he meant exactly as he said. With a huff she glared at him, pivoted on her platform sandals and stomped off in the direction he’d indicated.

Sean laughed. “You can use a little of the strawberry lip paint,” he called after her. “I fancy that one.”

“Kiss my arse, O’Malley,” she yelled over her shoulder.

“Oh I will, with my lips and my hand if you don’t have a care and mind me,” he whispered watching her bottom swing. “Someday.”

* * *

Maeve spent the next three years as a typical teenager. She went to parties, dances and got decent grades in school. Her first kiss was disappointing, as was smoking a joint. Instead of feeling all happy as she expected, she got a little paranoid, wondering if somehow, someway he’d find out. For some reason, Sean’s threat stuck like glue, and although she only saw him once in a while at Mass when he was home for a school holiday, she often wondered what he knew and what he didn’t.

He’d clearly said he intended to be first in line when she became available, and at seventeen, it seemed he might be a little late. As her eighteenth birthday neared, she determined he was full of crap. There’d been plenty of times he could have approached her after church and he hadn’t. There was also the telephone and any idiot could write a note, if not a letter.

No, he’d been playing with her that day, teasing the naive young girl who obviously had a crush on him. She blushed, knowing she’d been transparent and decided strolling by his place of employment dressed as a South Street hooker hadn’t been her finest hour. At the time, she hadn’t even realized how much she worshiped him. Then the big jerk threatened her. That cooled her ardor. How dare he act like he could intimidate her? Well, actually he had intimidated her, she admitted. The thought of being on the receiving end of a spanking from Sean O’Malley was not something to joke about. The man had muscles on his muscles and an attitude to match. She’d never seen him back down from a fight; he had a ‘don’t mess with me assertiveness’ and the reputation to back it up.

On the other hand, he’d always looked out for her, coming between her and disaster many times. He could be kind, gentle and thoughtful. On her seventeenth birthday, she’d received a dozen yellow roses with a card that said ‘Enjoy your birthday, but not too much’. It wasn’t signed, so they could have been from anyone, and she refused to believe they were from him.

Maeve dated a few boys, but nothing serious developed. She didn’t like being pawed, and for some reason, that seemed to be their main objective. “What are you saving it for?” was a nasty question she heard more than once and that was usually the last date. In truth, she wasn’t sure herself. Most of her girlfriends had given it up long ago. She tried to convince herself she remained ‘a good girl’ because of her religious beliefs, but part of her suspected it had something to do with The O’Malley’s warning, which was just stupid. He was nowhere around and would probably never know nor care what she did after all this time. It was a silly school girl infatuation, and it was over.

A few days before her eighteenth birthday, she joined some friends to hang out in the field behind the school. They built a campfire and someone brought along a boom box. Soon they were partying and attracted another group of kids from a nearby public school. A cute boy visiting his cousins from the States named Tony singled her out immediately, and Maeve was flattered as her girlfriends looked at her with envy. From his pack, he produced several bottles of wine which began to make the rounds. Handing Maeve an unopened bottle called Tickle Pink, he announced it was hers alone in honor of her birthday.

Smiling, he opened it and handed it to her. Taking a small sip, she was surprised how good it was. It did tickle her nose and tasted a bit like carbonated fruit juice, not at all like the heavy communion wine she was used to. She shared her bottle with Tony who only took a few sips, and all too soon, she was holding it upside down with a pout on her face.

“Aw, tis all gone,” she giggled.

“That’s okay, babe,” he assured her. “I’ve got something else.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a packet of pills and held out his hand to her.

Maeve shook her head.

“Come on, babe,” he pleaded. “These are nothing, just a few ludes. Have a couple. They’ll make you feel great.”

Cautiously, Maeve took one pill and looked it over. It was small, how much harm could it do she thought? Popping it in her mouth she glanced around and saw that most of the kids had paired off and moved beyond the light of the fire. Her world was beginning to spin when Tony eased her onto her back.

His kisses were sweet, she sighed. If another man’s face appeared in her mind, so what. This boyo was here now. She hardly felt his fingers sliding under her sweater. It wasn’t until she heard the snap of her jeans pop open that she tried to stop him. That tiny noise sounded as loud as a shotgun.

“No, Tony, stop,” she said faintly, reaching to capture his hand as it slid down the front of her jeans.

“Come on, it will be fun,” he promised, lowering his face to her breasts.

“No, I don’t want to.” Trying to push him away, she found her arms were about as strong as noodles. A tear slipped into her hair as she realized what she’d done. O’Malley was going to kill her.

As though she’d conjured him, he suddenly appeared between her and the stars, his big body blocking out the light from the fire. His face was completely in shadow, but there was no mistaking his sheer size, or the growl that came from his throat. He picked Tony up by the scruff of the neck, shaking him as though he were a puppy.

“What did you give her?” he demanded in a voice Maeve had never heard before.

“Nothing, man,” Tony squealed, struggling to get away. “She just had a little cheap wine.”

“What did you give her?” Sean repeated, tightening his grip on the boy’s throat.

“A lude, man,” Tony whined as his hand clawed at Sean’s. “Shit, she only took one. It’s no big deal. She’ll be fine.”

“How long ago?”

“I don’t know, maybe ten minutes. She’s just drunk.”

Maeve lay sprawled on the ground watching the scene unfold between the boy and O’Malley. She hoped when he killed her he did it quickly because there was a very good chance she was going to throw up. If that happened, she’d have to lay in it because she sure as hell couldn’t get up.

* * *

Sean tossed the kid away, enjoying his yelp when he hit the ground. Looking at Maeve, he went down on one knee, gently tucked her breast back into her bra, and pulled down her sweater. He tried not to notice her lacey underwear as he zipped her jeans and snapped them.

Her expression was curious, but she neither moved nor spoke, something that worried him.

“Come on, darlin’,” he said, taking her under her arms. “Let’s get you up.” He held her by her waist once he had her upright. Her legs seemed to be useless. Moving her toward the light of the fire, he was just getting ready to stick his big finger down her throat when she began to vomit. Supporting her with one arm, he gathered her long auburn hair in his other fist.

It was over in a few minutes. When she looked up at him, she was white as a ghost and sweating profusely.

“Can you walk?” he asked after she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her sweater.

She nodded, but when he took her arm to lead her away, she didn’t get three steps before she went to her knees. Scooping her into his arms, he carried her away into the dark, her head resting weakly on his shoulder.

“We’re not goin’ to discuss this tonight, darlin’,” he told her as he drove her home. She looked both terrible and terrified as she leaned against her door with the window open and let the cool night air sweep over her. “Tell your Ma you must have eaten somethin’ bad and that when you started gettin’ sick, you called me for a lift.”

“I didn’t even know you were home.”

“They don’t know that.”

“So you want me to lie? To my own parents?” she asked with a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

“No, don’t lie. Tell them their daughter went off with some friends, met up with strangers and got good and drunk on cheap wine. Then she took an illegal drug from one of them and almost got raped. Don’t forget the possibility that you could be presentin’ ‘em with their first grandbabe in nine months if things had turned out differently,” he snapped. “Aye, you sassy little bit, I want you to lie.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” she sniffed, a sob escaping.

“Don’t cry, darlin’,” he advised her. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

“What do you mean?” she whispered.

“I think you know exactly what I mean, Maeve my girl,” he replied calmly.

“No, no I don’t,” she insisted, turning to face him.

“Well if you don’t, you should. I told you three years ago how things stood between us and don’t go tryin’ to deny it. I warned you not to be givin’ somethin’ away that belongs to me.”

“And just what do you think belongs to you, O’Malley? You haven’t called me, haven’t written and barely spoken to me when we saw each other at Mass. And from this I’m supposed to know I somehow belong to you?” she demanded.

“No, you’re supposed to know because I told you, right out and proper like. And don’t think I haven’t been keepin’ an eye on you, darlin’, because I have. The way I see it, you have quite a few things to atone for.”

“Oh, I do, do I?”

“Aye, you certainly do.”

“Like what?”

“Like the way you let Kelly Rourke kiss you in the sanctuary after choir practice.”

“How do you know about that?” she gasped. “And I didn’t let him kiss me, he just did it.”

“You should have slapped his face. I haven’t even kissed you yet, and I’m going to wed you.”

“Who says? What makes you think I’d marry you anyway?”

“I don’t think, I know,” he replied confidently.

Maeve snorted as Sean pulled up in front of her house.

“I’ll pick you up after school tomorrow,” he stated, turning to face her as he shut the car off.

“Don’t bother,” she shot back, opening the door.

“Little lass, you’re playin’ with fire and you’re goin’ to get burnt in more ways than one. You’ve loved me since you were seven so don’t try to deny it, and I’ve loved you too. I’ve been waitin’ for you to grow up, but it’s come to me that you might need a man’s firm hand in order to do that. After tonight, I’m more convinced than ever. I need to marry you before you get yourself into trouble you can’t get out of. Now get up the yard before I forget you’re not feelin’ well. I’ll be waitin’ for you tomorrow.”

“There’s no law against waitin’, O’Malley,” she said with a smile. “I’ve been waitin’ for three years.” Slamming the door, she ran up the steps to her house.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

As soon as the last bell rang signaling dismissal, Maeve hurried to the girl’s room. Hanging her bag on the back of the stall door, she removed a pair of thigh high stockings, navy heels and her make-up bag. Quickly, she stripped her loafers and knee socks off and replaced them. After stuffing her original items in her bag, she peeked out the door, thankful to find the bathroom empty. Most of the girls scattered as fast as they could once the bell rang and the nuns never used this bathroom. Exiting the stall, she went to the mirror and applied eyeliner, shadow, a heavy dose of mascara and frosted lipstick. Taking a brush out of her bag she pulled her ponytail free and bent upside down, brushing her hair until it was full and fluffy before flipping her head back and arranging it in a tousled style.

Turning this way and that, she was satisfied with her appearance. Now she had to decide whether she wanted to tie her shirt under her breasts or roll her skirt up. It could only be one way, but which was best suited to pissing O’Malley off? The shirt she finally decided. Unbuttoning it, she tied the ends together, exposing her midriff.

Carefully, she tiptoed to the door. Clicking heels could draw attention and that was the last thing she wanted, at least from the nuns. She opened the door the tiniest bit, saw Sister Margaret and Sister Beatrice walking down the hall and quietly let it close. It was all she could do not to tap her foot while she waited, and it suddenly occurred to her she should have a breath mint. Digging through her bag, she found them and popped two into her mouth.

After several very long minutes, she looked again and found the coast clear. As quietly as she could, she let herself out the door and skated to the stairs leading to the front door. Long ago she’d learned sliding feet made less noise.

She could see him at the curb, leaning against his car wearing a white tee-shirt and dark jeans. His arms were folded across his chest as he glanced at his watch and looked up and down the sidewalk. He seemed impatient. That was a good sign, maybe.

Maeve hadn’t allowed herself to give much thought to why she was doing what she was doing. On one hand, she knew he needed to see her as a woman and not a silly young girl in need of supervision. What better way to make him want her? She wanted him on fire with the need of her, panting with the kind of lust she’d only read about.

She also wasn’t opposed to really, really pissing him off. After all, she’d been mad at him for more than three years. Well, not just mad, hurt too. She felt deserted, abandoned, and it wasn’t right for him to treat her that way and then show up and act like he owned her or something.

This wasn’t the 1800s. They weren’t betrothed by some ancient decree or agreement between their families. There was no throne to protect. Hell, if he really wanted to marry her, he should get down on his knees and thank her for being oh so good these last three years. Keeping herself pure and all that!

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and sauntered down the stone steps much like a contestant in the Miss Universe Pageant. She barely managed to stop herself from giving the royal wave. Sean’s eyes never left her, and her head swelled right along with her heart, at which point she reminded herself vanity was a sin.

Uncertain which way things were going to progress, she figured there were two options. Either he would be so taken by her stunning beauty and raw sexuality he would drop to his knees, profess his undying love and affection and beg her to marry him, or he would explode. On the other hand, he could be furious both for being kept waiting and by the blatant, somewhat slutty way she was dressed. If the second scenario happened, she planned to whack him with her bag, kick off her heels and run like hell. Going cross lots, she could make it home before he could drive to her house.

Unfortunately, what ultimately happened was neither of these things. As she stepped off the last step and approached him with the sultriest expression she could drum up, he began to laugh. Oh, not a snort or two, great big belly whoppers that crippled him as he held his stomach.

Maeve’s bag dropped from her hand as she stood there completely stunned. Tears were running down his cheeks as he roared. He mumbled words like ‘priceless’ and ‘hysterical’ as he ended up bent over the hood of his car, howling.

Her embarrassment knew no bounds. She was mortified, furious, crushed, and she took the opportunity that presented itself and kicked him right in the arse with her pointy toed shoe.

For some reason, although he yelled, he kept laughing, maybe harder, so she snatched up her bag, hit him with it and stomped away.

“Darlin’, wait,” he called after her, but she was beyond hearing anything he wanted to say, if he could form an intelligible sentence, which he couldn’t.

“Kiss my arse, O’Malley. I hate you. I’ll never marry you, never!” she screamed over her shoulder. Tears streamed down her cheeks, taking copious amounts of mascara with them. When she scrubbed at her eyes, a fierce burning began that blurred her vision, causing her to trip on an uneven sidewalk. Screaming, she kicked off her shoes, picked them up and hurled those at him too. She thought she heard a ‘damn’ but she didn’t wait around to see. She would literally die if one of her friends saw her in this condition. Cutting behind the parsonage, she took the alley and was almost home when she realized she still had her other shoes and could have stopped to put them on. Her stockings were shredded and her feet were bleeding from several cuts. Hobbling into the house, she called out to her mother.

“Ma, I’m goin’ to have a long soak in the tub. If anyone calls for me, tell them I’m not at home.”

“Tis lying,” her mother pointed out as she called back from the kitchen

“Then just tell them I’m not available,” she yelled as she nearly crawled up the stairs.

* * *

The tub helped, but that damn long lash mascara should come with a removal kit, Maeve thought as she put the last Band-Aid on her foot and looked in the mirror. She had a striking resemblance to a raccoon, and no matter what she used, it only smudged and made it look worse. Pulling on a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt and her softest slippers, she went downstairs.

“Maeve, lass,” her father remarked as he sat in his chair and listened to the news. “I don’t know why you have to wear that awful eye stuff. You look like a raccoon.”

“I know, Da,” she sighed, rolling her eyes and flopping on the couch.

“You missed dinner,” her mother remarked, as though Maeve didn’t know it. “Are you ill?”

“No. What can I use to get this stuff off?”

“I’m not sure. You know your Da doesn’t fancy me wearin’ such things. I can’t for the life of me figure out how you get away with it,” she said, pausing in her knitting. “Perhaps some baby oil would help.”

“Thanks, I’ll try that,” Maeve said rising from the couch and walking slowly to the bathroom. A little on a cotton swab did help, but it didn’t take it all off. Going into the kitchen, Maeve got a tall neck cola from the fridge and used the can opener on the side of the cupboard to open it. Just as she dropped back down on the couch, the doorbell rang.

“Sean,” her father sang out after opening the door. “It’s good to see you, son.”

“Thank you, sir,” Sean replied, shaking the older man’s hand. In his left hand he held a bottle of single malt scotch which he handed Mr. Murphy as he removed a box of chocolates from under his arm. “These are for the missus.”

“Why, tis thoughtful of you to bring us such fine gifts, Sean. What brings you here tonight? How are you doin’ in school? Come in, sit down.”

“Thank you,” Sean replied, wiping his feet and moving to the couch to sit.

“Maeve, look, tis Sean O’Malley come to visit,” her father pointed out with a scowl in her direction.

“So it tis,” was all she replied, her eyes fixed on the game show on TV.

“Turn that off,” her father barked. “Tis rude when we have company.”

“Yes, Da,” she sighed as she walked slowly to the set and switched it off.

“So, as I was sayin’, how is school goin’, Sean? Your folks are very proud of you.”

“Actually, Mr. Murphy, I’m done with my schoolin’. I doubled up and got my degree early.”

“Did you now? That’s fine, lad, fine. So what are you now?” her Da asked, leaning back in his chair and lighting his pipe.

“I have a degree in Civil Engineerin’. As a matter of fact, I have an interview next week. I hope to be workin’ for the government.”

“The government? Now that’s really somethin’ isn’t it, Margaret?”

“Aye,” her mother replied.

Maeve snorted.

“Maeve, offer Sean somethin’ to drink?” her Da ordered with a frown.

“Want one?” she asked blandly, holding up her cola.

“No, thank you. Why I really came here tonight is… well I’d like to have a word in private with you, Mr. Murphy.”

“In private, you say?” Leaning forward in his chair, her father acted like O’Malley was about to impart a bit of highly confidential, top secret, information.

“Anythin’ you have to say can be said right here,” Maeve snapped, glaring at Sean.

“Lass,” her father protested. “What’s gotten into you? I swear you’re as prickly as a porcupine. Now mind your manners. If Mr. O’Malley desires a private conversation, that’s what he shall have, and I’ll not hear any more of your sass,” he warned sharply.

“Yes, Da,” Maeve said, lowering her eyes so she didn’t have to see the satisfaction in Sean’s.

“Margaret, get us two glasses and we’ll adjourn to my study. We can talk there without bein’ disturbed,” he continued, staring meaningfully at Maeve.

“One of you is already disturbed,” she mumbled. “I’ll get the glasses, Ma.” She thought she heard Sean snort as she left the room.

* * *

Two hours later, Sean and her father came out of the study, her father obviously having trouble walking straight.

“I’ve given your hand in marriage to young Sean here,” he announced heartily.

“What?” she and her mother demanded in unison.

“Did I mumble?”

“Well, aye, actually you did,” Maeve replied, her hands on her hips.

“I said I’ve given my permission for Sean O’Malley to marry you,” he informed them with a huge grin as he staggered to his chair.

“How much whiskey did you have to pour down his throat to get him to agree to that?” she demanded, looking at Sean.

“When a man gifts another man with a bottle of whiskey, tis not his place to tell him how to drink it,” Sean answered with a grin.

Maeve rolled her eyes and sank to her knees before her father, taking his hands in hers.

“Da, I can’t marry him,” she said earnestly.

“Canna or wilna?” he asked, slipping heavily into the brogue as he always did when drinking.

“Both.”

“You’d shame me in front of the entire town?” he demanded. “What’s wrong with O’Malley anyway? He seems a fine young lad with a good head on his shoulders.”

“He’s too bossy and arrogant,” Maeve insisted, glaring at Sean who stood leaning against the door casing, grinning.

“Ach, so is your mother and I married her,” her father cried, waving off her objections.

Maeve sighed and put her head down, waiting for the outburst. It wasn’t long coming and after her Ma had given her Da quite a large piece of her mind, she stormed from the room.

“I should have taken a stick to her years ago,” her father said sadly.

“It’s never too late,” Sean offered helpfully.

“Shut up, O’Malley,” Maeve said under her breath. “Don’t encourage him when he’s in this condition. She’s likely to clock him a good one. Come on, Da. Let Sean help you up to bed and then he and I will hash everythin’ out.”

“You won’t shame me, not after I’ve given me word?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I won’t shame you, Da. Now go up to bed and don’t worry about a thin’.”

“Aye, you’re a good daughter,” he said, trying to rise and falling back into his chair, “even if you are a sassy lass. I have no doubt Sean here will know what to do about that.

“Come on, lad, help me up. Maybe I can fall asleep before her Ma decides she’s speakin’ to me again. Now that t’would be a blessin’,” he sighed, patting Maeve’s cheek.

Sean easily pulled him to his feet and helped him upstairs to his room. Maeve sat back down on the couch, indicating Sean should have a seat too when he returned. A few minutes later, her Ma stormed through the room and stomped upstairs.

“Is that the end of it?” he asked.

“For tonight. She won’t speak to him for several days, and she’ll walk around the house with a wounded air performin’ her ‘wifely duties’, all but one. Then he’ll get sick of it and go out and buy her a gift.”

“What kind of gift?”

“Oh a piece of jewelry she’s been covetin’ or a pretty nightgown. He’ll beg her forgiveness, and she’ll grant it, until the next time.”

“How often does this happen?” Sean asked curiously. His own Da would put a stop to the silent treatment in an entirely different, and in Sean’s mind, a more appropriate way.

“Three or four times a year, usually when he’s had a few too many with another bloke who makes him feel less manly. Then he spouts and sputters about how a man should be in charge of his own home, king of his castle and other nonsense. He can never quite pull it off, but he does try.”

“Maeve, did you mean what you said about not shamin’ your da?”

“Aye.”

“So you’ll marry me?”

“Unless I can figure a way out of it without embarrassin’ Da,” she informed him. “Give me a legitimate reason to break it off and you’re gone, O’Malley. Can I show you out?”

Rising, he let her lead him to the door and open it.

“Good night, darlin’,” he said, taking her hand and kissing it. “I’ll be by tomorrow night to pick you up and we’ll go to a movie or somethin’.”

“Tomorrow night I have choir practice,” she drawled, pulling her hand away.

“Then I’ll pick you up after practice. It will be a good time for us to give the Father the news.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, trying to close the door.

“One more thing,” he drawled with a smile. “The ‘pulling it off’ thing you mentioned, a man bein’ the boss of his own home?”

“Aye?”

“I can and will pull it off,” he assured her.

“I see, well good luck with that, O’Malley,” she smiled, planting her hand in the middle of his chest and backing him up.

Before he could reply, his nose was mere inches from the door knocker.

 

Jessica N on 03/27/2018 06:39am
Kiss Me, O%u2019Malley is the sixth book in the O%u2019Malleys Series, but could actually be read as a prequel, as it%u2019s Maeve and Sean%u2019s romance. Maeve has been in love with Sean for as long as she could remember, and as a young teenager, he told her that she was going to be his. But for as strong, sassy, and independent as Maeve is, will Sean be able to convince her that they are not only meant to be, but he will be the head of the house and that he loves and cherishes her, even when that involves a firm hand?

Oh my goodness, this book was so sweet and full of love! Maeve and Sean are those parents that you hope to be, wish you had, and absolutely fall in love with, so I loved reading how their romance started in this book! Maeve was sassy and caring and Sean was the perfect fit for her, protecting her, calming any of her insecurities, and so full of love. I thought it was pretty great that there were certain parallels to some of their children%u2019s stories (previous books), like the troubles with the in-laws and issues during the wedding. I have loved this entire series and look forward to more from Ms. MacFarlane!
rjr on 12/03/2017 05:11pm
SUPERB! First, I must say that anything by Stevie MacFarlane is a must read for me. That being said, the books about the glorious O'Malley family are my favs and Kiss Me, O'Malley, has overtaken Little White Lies as my favorite in this series. You just knew that the parents of this wonderful family had a great story of their own. In this book, we get to return to Ireland and see how it all began. Sean knew he wanted Maeve very early on and yet kept his distance in many ways. I think he knew he had to or they would end up starting married life way before they should. Sean is so darn sure of so many things, as only the young can be. Maeve is a few years younger, and unsure of so many things. Her angst as she tries to decide her future is something we can all relate to. She loves Sean but does not understand what she sees as his distance or his announcement that she belongs to him. They both struggle with their own parents' relationships and learn what they want in theirs. There is great, abiding love and great humor, along with a little discipline. All are hallmarks of the O'Malley family. I did not want this book to end and have already read it twice. Please, read this book! Then grab some cocoa, a warm throw, and read the first five books in this series. I promise you will, at the very least, enjoy them. I hope you come to love them as much as I do. I can't wait to see what Ms. McFarlane has in store for us next.
Susan Kirkland on 11/02/2017 08:06pm
I love the O'Malley series and loved to find out how Sean and Maeve got together and started the wonderful family. Maeve still earned spankings, but their love outweighed everything.
LilReader on 11/01/2017 02:27pm
Stevie MacFarlane is one of my favorite authors, and her O'Malley series is the best! I loved this prequel that told how Sean and Maeve came be married and move to the United States. Of course, there are spankings along the way for Maeve. This was a light-hearted romance that is a great glimpse into the beginnings of the O'Malley Brides.
Pettigg on 10/29/2017 03:15pm
What a wonderful story! Stevie MacFarlane is such an incredible storyteller. This is one I and am sure a lot of people were waiting and wondering about. Sean and Maeve it was great to see them as a young couple not just the Heads of a big family that we have all come to know. Lots of fiesty irish temper and over the knee attitude adjustments. Loved it!!!
DB on 10/23/2017 02:23pm
Does anybody write a story better than Stevie MacFarlane? She is the best! I love how we now have the "beginning" couple to the O'Malley series! Sean and Maeve are awesome. Loved how Sean looked after her for so many years before they ever got together. Maeve is one feisty female and Sean has his hands full keeping her in hand! This book had: great love story, very dominant male, sex, spankings, lots of witty dialogue and a story you wish went on forever. If you haven't read all the other O'Malley books you are missing out! 5 Huge Stars
PJB on 10/22/2017 02:02pm
I loved this prequel to the O'Malley series which I love! Sean is man who knows what he wants and he wants Maeve. The romance in this tale is strong and humorous as with all the previous O'Malley tales but this time it is the begining and sets the scene for all the other stories. A wonderful read that stays with you a long time after finishing the book.
Tina on 10/19/2017 03:06pm
I loved this prequel and it's not necessary to have read the others.

Sean has always known he was going to marry Maeve, he's just been waiting for her to grow up a bit. Sean gives Maeve the space to grow, while always being there to keep her safe even from her own foolishness. Maeve was a really great and sassy character. It was interesting to see the beginnings of this couple who are so stable in the future books. The dynamics between them were a great read.

I would definitely recommend this book.

I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book.
Sam on 10/19/2017 02:25pm
I have read the other books in this series and had always wanted to read the parents' story. I was so excited that the author wrote this book and it did not disappoint. I enjoyed the characters rather fiery personalities and how their relationship grew over time. Overall, a great book.
I received an ARC.
Jf12574 on 10/18/2017 07:04pm
I read an advanced copy in exchange for an honest review. Great story line, perfectly matched characters that entertain you from beginning. A can't miss book.
Hope W on 10/18/2017 02:15pm
As a fan of the O'Malley series, I truly enjoyed reading about how this wonderful family began. Sean and Maeve are a fun couple to read about. The book is well written and the characters are developed. The author's story showed an old fashioned romantic love with plenty of passion and chemistry. There were plenty of spankings for Maeve as she is feisty, independent, and likes to push Sean's buttons. As for Sean, he has loved and protected Maeve a long time as he waited for her to grow and mature into the woman he knew she would be. This couple has it all along the way. Fun, laughs, friendship, sex, spankings, and plenty of love makes for an enjoyable time. I highly recommend enjoying this book for a great night's read. I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.
Rhonda on 10/18/2017 01:52pm
This book is a treat.

I'm a big fan of Stevie McFarlane she creates wonderful characters with great love stories. Her O'Malley series has been a favorite of mine so I was excited to discover the Patriarch and Matriarch were getting s book of their own.
Maeve and Sean knew each other virtually their whole life. Two souls meant for each other. I loved how they connected. The gentle affection yet sometimes necessary sternness from Sean was so loving. Maeve was her own woman, sassy and adventurous but sometimes needing a steady hand. Together they built a wonderful life and this book lets us see how it all began.

I received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review.

Sandie Buckley on 10/18/2017 12:54pm
Kiss Me O%u2019Malley is the much requested prequel to the beloved O%u2019Malley series by talented author Stevie MacFarlane. While it is technically the sixth book in the racy series, it tells the story of the patriarch and matriarch of the O%u2019Malley clan, Sean O%u2019Malley and the love of his life from childhood, Maeve Murphy.

Set in the 1970%u2019s in Ireland, we see how headstrong, feisty Maeve first meets Sean when he%u2019s an altar boy in church. But Sean is no saint, and neither is Maeve. Despite her attempts at trying to lure him in, he doesn%u2019t bite. He does however, threaten to take her over his knee when he sees her skirt too high. It%u2019s not until after a harrowing rescue that Sean lets Maeve, and her parents know that she%u2019s his. And that things in their household will be his way, or Maeve won%u2019t be sitting comfortably.

As much as I%u2019m not a huge fan of domestic discipline romances, I absolutely loved Ms MacFarlane%u2019s book! Filled with laughter, love, and a sweet, sexy romance, this book has something special that turned me into an instant fan! I%u2019ll definitely be reading more about the O%u2019Malley clan!
Maryanne on 10/18/2017 04:08am
What a fantastic tale!

Having read and thoroughly enjoyed the other stories about the O%u2019Malley family, I always wondered how Maeve and Sean, the parents in those tales got together. This story goes back to give us the story of love as teenagers in Ireland, the trials and tribulations of being a couple in a small town and with unhelpful parental input. Sean is sure of himself, self confident and in no doubt of his love for Maeve. He however has high expectations of her and waits patiently for her to grow up! His form of consequences for bad behaviour don%u2019t go down well with her. Although she does love him. A fantastic story that gives an insight into the O%u2019Malley family from the beginning! I had an ARC advanced copy.
Margaret Corcoran on 10/17/2017 03:51am
I loved this series and this author and this is a brilliant addition to it. I have only one problem with it. In Ireland we have roads, streets and footpaths, also we do the Leaving Certificate exam at the end of school. Maeve would have done her Leaving in June and gotten her results in August. If you are not Irish you would not notice these things. I love Maeve, she is sassy, feisty and strong. Sean deserves everything he got. He's a hard worker and very determined. This is a fun, entertaining and engaging read, that's full of fun. I received an ARC copy of this book and I highly recommend it
charlotte huelsemann on 10/16/2017 12:38pm
This is a prequel to the famous Omalley series. It is about the mother and father. Mauve and Sean. If you have read this series you are already hooked. This series is fabulous. It is about domestic discipline and love. Mauve was not a fan of spankings but she loved Sean and he was a fan of being the man of the family. This book is a standalone but you are really missing a treat if you don%u2019t read them all. I was given this Advanced Reader Copy to honestly review and I can honestly say I loved the book as well as the rest of the series. Sean will protect Maeve with his life but he expects obedience in order to do this. Maeve is a spunky little spit fire and Sean loves it. I would give it 10 stars if they had it.
Lalaland on 10/15/2017 11:49pm
What a treat, not just a new book from Stevie Macfarlane, but she has returned to the O%u2019Malleys. This irrepressible Irish family that have starred in most of Stevie%u2019s earlier books. This is Sean and Maeve%u2019s story, how they came to know each other, fall in love and marry and move to the States and have all the sons and daughters who%u2019s own stories have been so entertaining. Sean is a little older but knows that he is in love with Maeve but needs her to grow up, so when he goes off to university he tells her to wait for him. Maeve has been in love with Sean for as long as she can remember but, this is the 70s and she is a little wild and intends to enjoy life and if her reputation gets a little bruised along the way, well no real harm done. This is a lovely, old fashioned love story, not especially hot or raunchy although there is plenty of discipline, well earned punishments dolled out for seriously dangerous behaviours, but Sean warned her what he would do if she didn%u2019t behave and made sure his brother kept an eye n her when he wasn%u2019t around. There are some laugh out loud moments some serious spankings and loads of genuine love, everything we have come to expect and enjoy from this extremely entertaining and talented writer. I shall probably read this over and over as I have all of Stevie%u2019s books. I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy.
Nancy Hughes on 10/15/2017 09:33pm
I loved this book, and the characters. Written so you know they're Irish, using some common expressions, was fun. Spankings and lovemaking to boot. It's a good read, refreshing that Sean's promise and word is honorable. I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.
Dyane on 10/14/2017 11:41am
I don't usually like to read books out of chronological sequence in a series, but this prequel to the O'Malley series was lovely. Set in Ireland, it tells the story of Sean and Maeve. Sean has been waiting years for Maeve to grow up so that he can marry her, but her sassy nature leads him on a merry chase. The characters are well-developed and colorful, while the storyline is funny, poignant and often unpredictable. I especially appreciated how caring and protective Sean was of Maeve. The book was easy to read and contained an appropriate amount (lots) of discipline for a feisty heroine. Another fantastic book in the O'Malley series. I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book
Nicolette on 10/14/2017 11:10am
Sean has known Meave for years and told her before he left for college she"s his. He always rescued her as she always finds herself in trouble. When he asks her to marry him she finds out he wanrs an old fashioned marriage . After her first trip over his knee she is not so sure whether she wants to marry him. A real good old fashioned romance. Lovely read
lani on 10/14/2017 08:07am
I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for an honest review. I loved this book! I love the O%u2019Malley series and was so happy to see a new one! Maeve and Sean are an awesome set of parents in the original stories and it%u2019s so nice to see how their story began. Very sweet, romantic and funny. Definitely recommend this book!
Tami on 10/14/2017 06:14am
Maeve has a crush on Sean since she was a child. When she is a teenager, Sean tells her she will be his when she is old enough. Maeve waits and waits and is disappointed that Sean seemingly has forgotten his promise. A few days before her eighteenth birthday, Sean rescues her from a dire situation. He makes it very clear what he thinks about her getting drunk and being pawed by another boy - over his knees. After this, there is no doubt that Sean will be the man in her life and no one else.

These two were made for each other, there was a lot of passion and great interaction. The intimate scenes held plenty of heat and were explicit. I enjoyed the book from start to finish.
lillie1922 on 10/13/2017 06:20pm
I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book. A sweet love story about a spirited Irish lass and her older, bossy friend from school. When he graduates first, he warns her to behave. Sean already knows Maeve is his girl whether she does or not. He goes away to school and wants to make sure she is still a good girl when he returns. Sean also knows that the way to ensure Maeve's good behavior is a red, hot bottom. Good read.
Stats23 on 10/13/2017 05:45pm
This book is exactly as promised, a light hearted prequel to Stevie%u2019s successful series featuring the O%u2019Malley siblings. In this book we get a glimpse into the courtship and marriage of the O%u2019Malley parents, Sean and Maeve. Both are good Catholics, living in Ireland prior to their emigration to the States. Sean is slightly older than Maeve, and strongly believes in a male led, domestic discipline governed family scenario. Maeve is a bit of a maverick, and is quite certain that no man is going to be in charge of her actions, and she is adamantly opposed to any thoughts of corporal punishment. How these two become a couple, and how their relationship grows is the basis for this fun, sometimes laugh out loud, read. Yes there are some spankings, mostly disciplinary in nature, and yes there is some sex (although not as early and frequently as Maeve would like), but how the family dynamics were formed is more the real story. If you have read the other O%u2019Malley books you will find this one interesting and enlightening. If you are reading this as an introduction to the O%u2019Malley stories, you will be sure to want to read more.
I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book.

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