Book 2 in the O'Malley Wild series. Pub owner Sean O'Malley has always planned to marry and have a family. He's just never found the right woman-that is, until he hires Honor Rollings as his new waitress. Free-spirited Honor Rollings is a wanderer at heart. Honor is hell-bent on showing Sean that she belongs to no man and has no intention of settling down. A short visit ends up lasting much longer when Honor returns to Texas to bury her aunt and accepts a temporary job at O'Malley's Pub. Working for Sean O'Malley proves to be difficult. Can we say Neanderthal? Although Honor would love to deny that the thought of being dominated by the larger-than-life pub owner intrigues her, she can't. The thought of Sean's large hands upon her body leaves Honor hot and bothered. Sean soon realizes that Honor isn't convinced of his seriousness. So he takes great pleasure in teaching his Little Darlin' just how serious he actually is. After pushing Sean beyond his limits, Honor receives the spanking of her life. An erotic spanking that sets in motion a future of loving and caring, a future where her only desire is Honoring Sean.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Honoring Sean by Maggie Casper
Light filtered through the dimly lit room as the front door opened. Of its own accord, the slab of heavy oak snapped shut behind the woman who'd just entered through it. To the hulking man standing next to the bar, the room suddenly seemed brighter as if a shot of pure sunshine had found its way through the thick brick walls.
The tall, lithe figure of Honor Rollings moved further into the room astounding him. It still amazed him how easily she had accomplished, in the blink of an eye, to steal his heart right from his chest.
Her jerky movements indicated her anger level, and damn, but she was cute when she was mad. He couldn't help the rumbling chuckle that escaped his lips.
"Mornin', Little Darlin'," he said by way of greeting.
His "Little Darlin'" who wasn't so little by today's standards, stalked right up to him, toe to toe, thighs to knees, nose to chest.
He pegged her at about five eight, but to his six-foot-three-inch build, she may as well be a fairy. With her hands fisted on her slender hips and her blonde hair billowing like a cloud around her shoulders, she looked like every healthy American man's idea of a wet dream.
Her clear blue eyes burned with righteous indignation.
"Don't you Little Darlin' me you...you...big oaf," she all but snarled, as she stomped one dainty sandal-clad foot in her fit of rage.
His face hurt from trying to hide the grin begging to break loose. Her head was thrown back allowing her to see his face without forcing her to back up. The woman had courage, he'd give her that much. There weren't many people willing to stand toe-to-toe with Sean O'Malley.
Of course, the tempting view he had of the delicate arch of her neck was causing him some problems. Combined with her scent, and the rapid rise and fall of her pert little breasts as she ranted and raved, and he was a goner.
The monster in his pants was stirring, insisting on its fair share of attention, but in actuality, all that was being accomplished was to make the fit of his jeans uncomfortably tight.
"Are you listening to me, Mr. O'Malley?" she asked, punctuating the question with a manicured nail to his chest. "I can't believe you did that. You had no right!"
Grabbing her under the elbows, he lifted her off her feet until she was eye to eye with him.
"Now that's where you're wrong, I had every right. I warned you, Little Darlin'. Warned you the minute I saw you and recognized you as mine what would happen."
He watched as her eyes narrowed to slits. Ice blue and cold, they probably scared most men with their intensity.
"Oh, for the love of God, would you put me down?"
When he returned her safely to her feet, she just continued to stare up into his face. "Mr.--"
"Sean, I told you to call me Sean. Dammit, Honor, there are many things I'll allow, but you and other men isn't one of them, so don't ask it of me.
"I did just what I said I'd do under the circumstances. Well, almost all of what I'd said. We'll take care of the rest later, don't doubt it."
Just as he finished speaking, the front door opened allowing entrance to a small group of people. It was just before dinnertime on a Thursday night. Handing a white apron to Honor, Sean made his way back behind the bar to continue stocking the refrigerator with bottled beer.
When she leaned over the bar, giving him a birds-eye view down the scoop neck of her silky peach blouse, he looked up.
"We're not done talking Mr. O'Malley," she hissed between clenched teeth. "I don't know where you came up with the scatterbrained idea that I belong to you. I've only worked for you for three days.
"I can tell you though, that who I see is none of your business. I do not belong to you now, nor will I in the future. As soon as I have a bit of cash in my pocket, I'll be out of your hair."
This time Sean couldn't hold back the booming laugh or the wide grin that spread itself across his face. Running one hand over his smoothly shaven head, all he said was "We'll see, Honor, we'll see."
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Shaking her head, Honor stalked to the booth in the corner while wrapping the white apron snugly around her waist. The man was an ogre, she fumed silently.
Once she'd served drinks to the four people seated at the booth, Honor went back to her silent fit of pique. Never in her life had anyone made her want to curse more than Sean O'Malley did.
It was one of her personal goals in life, to never stoop to using foul words as part of her everyday language. Not only that, but the fact that her father The Major would have had some seriously stern words to say to his daughter had he ever heard her utter a foul word, kept her on the straight and narrow.
She liked being ladylike. Dressing neatly and keeping her language clean was only a small part of it, but the danged man behind the bar made it nearly impossible. And now, for some off-the-wall reason, he thought she belonged to him.
She couldn't help the shiver that raced down her spine at the thought. He was more man than she'd ever before encountered. Even her own father who she'd though had hung the moon, couldn't measure up in size.
There was just something about the man that insisted upon being shown respect. The commanding way he carried himself, and the deep baritone of his voice only added to his overall appeal.
She tried to keep the thoughts of last night far from her mind's eye because when she thought about the whole incident, she wanted to kick something.
Humiliation was a hard thing to swallow, but the knowing looks and nervous giggles had been too much.
It had all been in fun. Never in a million years did Honor think Sean would follow through with his threat. As a matter of fact, until he'd shown up last night, she'd even forgotten the argument ever took place. Evidently, Sean didn't forget as easily.
Now though, the ominous words spoken during the short argument on the day they'd once again met played through her mind. His parting words that day had made her blush.
You belong to me, Honor. If I catch you with another man, I'll beat him to a pulp, and when I'm done with him, I'll paddle your ass until you can't sit.
The man must be stark raving mad! Sean may have met her briefly as a teenager, but when he'd voiced those words, she'd known him as an adult for less than twenty-four hours. Weren't men supposed to be commitment shy? Why did she have to pick a place of employment where her employer stated within minutes of meeting her that she was the one. It was asinine.