Crew Costa isn't Irish, but for a kid from the school of hard knocks, he's had the luck of the Irish with his chain of faux-Irish pubs, O'Shaughnessy's Shenanigans. Number 13 is set to open in time for St. Patrick's Day. The Bronx is already the site of several authentic Irish pubs, including The Lion O'Brien. Started by Liam O'Brien, the pub is now managed by his youngest daughter Siobhan, but only after her four older brothers refused the job. Now Siobhan has to prove she is worthy. Siobhan falls for Crew, literally, after they collide while he is moving into her apartment building. Their attraction is immediate and powerful, but they are rivals. Siobhan is counting on the Lion winning the St. Patrick's Day Pub Crawl, which Crew has entered as well. The lead-up to the event involves "pranking" your competition, and the older pubs band together against the gaudy newcomer, with its McNaughty the Leprechaun and other cultural stereotypes. For Crew and Siobhan, the pranking quickly gets personal and expensive. Siobhan and Crew can't resist the electricity between them, but can Siobhan trust this streetwise charmer? Can Crew trust this daddy's girl whose overriding passion is her pub? And will the rage brewing among the other pub owners put their lives in danger? Book 2 in the O'Briens Series.
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About the Author
Corinne Scott was born and raised in San Antonio, Texas. Her parents were teachers, so of course she grew up to be a teacher as well, proving that the apple does not fall too far from the tree. Corinne has a bachelor’s degree from Texas State University and a master’s from the University of North Texas. She is passionate about books, which led her to her current occupation as a librarian and now author. Lover’s Oak is her first novel. For more information, go to: authorcorinnescott.com.
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"Remember what I said would happen if anyone tried pranking me?" he asked, menacingly. She shrugged, trying to look unaffected. "Is sabotaging my opening professional in your personal definition of professional?"
"I thought you weren't going to lie, Siobhan." He paused, hands on his hips, and blew out a frustrated breath. "Look, I get it. You guys hate chains like mine, but I have as much right to open a business here as anyone else. And I have a right to promote my business by joining your pub crawl. I'm sorry if that upsets or threatens you--"
"Threatens me? You think your knock-off, diet, generic pub could ever compete with the real deal?"
"Since I have thirteen pubs and you have one, I'm going to guess yes," he replied.
"We'll see about that. Game on." She stepped into his space, hands on her hips, matching his stance.
"Are you saying you want to compete against me?"
"If you can take it, absolutely. Whoever has the better sales the night of the pub crawl, wins."
"Aren't those the rules already set by the committee?"
"Side bet. Your pub versus mine."
"And what do I get if I win?"
"We'll back off and let you run your business without interference. You can be in the pub crawl every year if you want."
"But until then, all bets are off?"
"It's every man for himself."
"Or woman," he murmured. Siobhan realized he was standing way too close and took a large step backwards. He smirked.
"What do I get if I win?" she asked, defiantly.
"What do you want?" he asked, menacingly.
"I want you to admit to all the pub owners that our business is better than yours, and since you're capitalizing on our brand, we'll take a portion of all sales you earned that night too."
"I think you end up coming out ahead in all this."
"Scared you'll lose?" she taunted.
"Honey, I don't lose. Thirteen locations, remember?"
"It's about quality, not quantity. You're about to find that out."
"Can you agree to go easy on the pranks? Because I don't play fair, Red. I may be new to all this, but if I retaliate, you're going to wish I hadn't."
"We'll see about that."
Crew leaned in close. Too close for Siobhan to think clearly. Her emotions were all over the place. She could have sworn she'd been angry at him two seconds prior, but now all she could focus on was the fire in his eyes and the chance that he'd put his lips on hers.
She didn't have to wait long.
Crew swooped in, pinning Von to the file cabinets in her office--no space between them, no air to breathe.
Before she could even get used to the kiss or drown in it--which is what she really wanted to do--Crew pulled back, breathing heavily.
"I always win. Remember that, Red."
With a wink he was gone.