Christine Young

I am a writer and avid reader of romances particularly historical romances. Please join me on my journey through time

Christine Presents ~ Star Crossed

Star Crossed

Star Crossed

Christine Young

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Ireland in 1817, when tensions are high between Protestants and Catholics and faey people guide the fate of villagers. A lovely Catholic lass stumbles upon the weakly ritual fisticuffing between Irish lads. She falls into the lap of a handsome young Protestant. Family ties, grudges, and two conniving faeries threaten their budding love. But the faeries outsmart themselves when they hijack a time machine that has mysteriously appeared in their forest.

 

EXCERPT

 

Casey pushed on the green grass, trying to unwind herself from the man beneath her, but fell again. All right, Casey lass, you’re in a heap of trouble right now with no way out. You are seeing the earth whirl and tumble around and you’re on top of a brute of a man–a Protestant.

 

“All right, lads, we’ll meet here next Sunday, same place, same time,” her brother’s voice filtered through the air as if it floated in the fog that surrounded Casey.

 

Once again she pushed on the damp grass and didn’t seem to make headway, her arms feeling as if they’d changed to soggy twine. Don’t you abandon me, Patrick O’Connell. You know I have the Devil’s own luck. If you leave me here, I’ll never forgive you.

 

“What about Casey?” one of her brother’s friend asked. “She looks a little worse for the encounter.”

 

“Do you think we should leave her here–with Kelly?”

 

“He’s a right stand-up guy. Of course you can leave her here. We’ll see her home,” a Shaunasey said.

 

“Well, Kelly is a fine bloke. He won’t hurt her. In fact with my feisty lil’ sister involved, I fear for him–not her,” Patrick said laughing. “She’ll do as she pleases. She always does. How can I control her when father cannot? She does not need a second father.” He shrugged his shoulder and looked behind him at his little sister as he strolled down the hill.

 

“She’s hurt,” another friend called after Patrick. “What kind of brother are you?”

 

“One who is tired of looking after an accident prone little lass. She has to take responsibility for herself sometime, does she not?”

 

“She is that,” one commented. “You rescue her night and day.”

 

~ * ~

 

“You should have blessed her with a wee bit o’Irish coordination,” Oran said dryly as he flew to a hovering position near the girl.

 

“And you should remember what our blessed mother told us, ‘if you cannot say anythin’ nice, don’t say anything at all’.” Moya rose above the flower petal, her wings buzzing with her anger toward her brother.

 

“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t the truth.” Oran whistled out of tune for a moment. “We could kidnap them.”

 

“And that is your solution to everything?” Moya pointed one finger at him and shook it. “Why, Oran, I believe you may fancy the lass for yourself. I will not have it. Go play your tricks on someone else’s charge. She is mine to see to safety and long life. And don’t be forgettin’ the lad is yours to watch over.”

 

“You best stem your anger, Moya. You’re wings have turned golden,” Oran said with a hearty chuckle.

 

~ * ~

 

“Let Kelly handle her,” Casey’s brother said with a light chuckle. “He lost and so he must deal with the object of that loss and assume the consequences. It’s only fair.”

 

“Hey!” Kelly said, “Don’t leave me here with your sister. It will be hell to pay. She’s a little girl. What will your father say?”

 

The others laughed. “Just don’t take too long to decide what to do with her. Little girl or not, father will come after you with his pistol.”

 

I just turned eighteen years old–little girl–how dare he…

 

“Bloody hell, Patrick. What are you thinking?” Kelly cried out.

 

“I’m thinking the Catholics won this fight. What are you thinking?” Patrick turned his back on the pair and whistled a jaunty tune as he strolled down the hill.

 

“Revenge will be sweet. Next Sunday…” Kelly shook his fist at the departing back of Casey’s brother.

 

From what seemed like a great distance Casey heard the moan emanating from inside her battered and bruised body. She squished her eyes together, wishing her head didn’t pound so fiercely, and the ground spin so wildly. “Who are you?” she whispered next to the man’s chest while a soft spring breeze whispered against her heated face.

 

“Who am I?” the man chuckled. “Lass, you are the one who landed atop me. I should be inquiring into who you are? Only I know.” His hands rested around her waist and squeezed as if he were testing–perhaps exploring–entirely inappropriate. Yet for some strange reason, Casey didn’t mind the supposed to be unwanted attention. “And I don’t think your brother should have left you here with the likes of me. I’m afraid I’ve landed myself in a dangerous predicament. And I’m thinkin’ one that will be very hard to explain.”

 

“Shame on you,” Casey said. “You take liberties.” The words stole her breath and she had to lean on Kelly once more in order to minimize the pounding of her head and the strange feelings emanating from where his hands were.

 

“I only want to remove you from–my–ah–person. And if I were taking liberties with you, lass, you’d be near swooning with passion.”

 

“Ah, it seems you are a wee bit arrogant,” she opened her eyes and gazed into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. “The color of a summer sky,” she whispered to him, still feeling woozy and not quite sure what he’d just told her–but thinking at the moment something besides the fall caused the earth to spin and the sky to tilt with a crazy, wild abandon.

 

“What is, lass?”

 

“Your eyes,” she said, struggling against him and finally rolling to the side so she lay sprawled on the grass, staring into the sky she’d referred to a moment earlier and watching a white billowy cloud float past. “I’m not a little girl,” she told him. “Don’t ever call me that again.”

 

“Then you want me to tell lies?” he asked with a lazy half-smile that stole Casey’s heart and left her floundering. “I dinna think I can do that.”

 

“It isn’t a lie,” she said, trying to sound indignant, yet frustrated beyond anything she’d ever felt before.

 

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