Ian Mcguire Novels & Stories

She was desperate and ever conniving, she was like him and he liked it, they knew each other's habits though a lot was still untold about him. Rebecca McKnight had been his rival since High school, She is the first daughter of Julius McKnight famous Restaurant chain holder and his Director of all Black hotels. They attended the same college and had always been rivals as their families weren't in good terms either. She had tried scheming against him to destroy his company since he started it 13 years ago and he saw it only wise to keep her closer, Leonard believes it is wise to keep your enemies in business closer and under you so you can monitor their every move and know when to strike, thou

Doctor Shane MacIntyre was known for his crazy, fearless, and unorthodox approaches to treatment, and to both the delight and dismay of the medical field, more often than not, his wild ideas worked. So, yeah, Mac was a risk-taker by nature. And Mirrie? Well, she was a risk that he’d take blindfolded and with his hands tied behind his back, as he jumped off a cliff backwards into shark-infested waters. The woman was worth it. She was everything. She always had been. “Earth to Mac. Come in, Mac.” He blinked, startled. “Huh?” He turned his head. Jax Hamill’s dark green eyes were gazing at him with a combination of amusement and exasperation.

It was a deep cut, probably from a knife, right below his collarbone. "What happened?" My voice was tender. I was so afraid. I had seen him get shot once, and I had seen him hurt before, but I still hadn't gotten used to the mafia life. "It's nothing." Mariano's voice was rough. He was still mad. "I'll stitch it up. It will be fine." "You will do no such thing." I snapped. "Shut up and come to the hospital with me." "No hospitals." "Fine, then I'm calling Dr.Rei." Dr Rei was the doctor for the entire mafia.

Luca says not looking at me. I huff and continue to clear away the lose rubble and debris "He has her I don't no why he doesn't just accept her and leave me alone" Luca hums as if agreeing with me before saying "He throw her out his window" With a snorted laugh I shake my head not believing him. "Look Harper, Nixon is a complicated guy and I'm not going to stand here and tell you what you should do." Luca says pushing off the wall "but what I will tell you is that right now he has half of his best warriors out here looking for"

But since she’s a literature prodigy, its chump change to her. At least one person had the courage to come and talk to me. His name was Isaac McGowan, and he was such a refreshing sight! Yes, he was from the MacGowan clan of Scotland and disgustingly well off, but he did not feel the need to suck up to me or try to impress me with his stories or wealth. I suppose it helps a lot that he was flat out gay. Ah, I am a homosexual magnet and I love it!

His emotions were raw, he was tense and alert, so when they announced that the Assistant Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police was there to see them, he was the first to go and greet him. The commissioner wasn't alone. With him came a tall, broad man who looked more like a lumberjack than a cop. He was clearly Irish, and despite his rugged look, he had the sharp air of a clever man. "My name is Patrick McAllan, Mr. Hamilton. I'm the inspector in charge of the Interpol team investigating the Daniel Craig case," the man introduced himself, and both Allie and Scott invited him to sit. "We specialize in complicated cases, and this one certainly qualifies—so we need your full cooperation."

I don’t care if you’re built like a brick shit-house, I’ll take you down. “Look, we’ll go get you something hot to drink, and I’ll sit with you and explain it all again.” Mac was holding Annie closer and tighter now, the bastard. “You’ll ask me whatever you want, and I’ll answer what I can. OK?” She stared up at him. “You’re the one who’s a doctor, right?” “Yep.” Mac grinned, all gorgeous charm and blue eyes and long blond hair, damn him. “Doctor Shane MacIntyre, at your service.”

I realised that, considering his obsession with Maia, it was much more plausible that he was at the attack on my own pack, watching from the safety of the woods as we slaughtered the rogues he’d recruited to execute the plan he had orchestrated. The thought made me restless, as though the blood beneath my skin had turned to acid and set my skin on fire. That fucker had been on my territory, had sought out what was mine, goddess knows how many times and I was still yet to lay eyes on him. It was unacceptable, but I vowed that the payback would be glorious. “Alpha, he’s awake.” Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

The younger man's keen eyes noted the old timer had been attempting to replace a busted pipe all by his lonesome. "There ain't been a Charles McCormick round these parts since I was six years old." replied the old man narrowing his eyes at Brick before dropping the shovel and getting to his feet as he climbed out of the two-foot-deep sized hole he'd dug into the ground. "They call me Chalie Mack." "Brick Kenneally." replied the rugged biker. "Might have known you'd come," said Charlie as he stepped toward Brick. Up close the younger man could see the sparse blond hairs beneath his hat and the shimmering of his blue eyes as his reddened formerly pale skin continued to sweat amid the blazing h