Jack Thayer Novels & Stories

Yes, Jacob was bad news all the way around. Not only had he poached members of the neighboring pack, but he had also moved onto their territory as far as his businesses. Some of his pack members were drug dealers, which was not allowed in the White Moon pack territory. Jacob’s people had been selling drugs there for a long time. The neighboring Alpha had warned Jacob that he would continue to kill his people if he found them, but Jacob hadn’t reigned them in. Every once in a while, he would have his enforcer do something as an example, but then he would let it go after that because it brought him more money. Nicholas threatened an all-out war if Jacob did not start acting like an Alpha and c

For a moment it felt almost surreal watching it roll slowly toward the gate, like someone had accidentally driven a luxury showroom display into the wrong landscape. I straightened where I stood, trying to figure out who on earth— The man who stepped out of the car was tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a dark jacket over a crisp shirt. His hair was dark and slightly longer than the standard corporate cut. He looked around briefly before his gaze landed on me across the field. And in that instant I knew exactly who he was. Weston Thayer. I had seen his face often enough in business magazines and society pages over the last six months that recognition came immediately. The Thayer-Bennington w

Catching Liora's gaze, one of them suddenly said, "Miss, we haven't seen you before. Who is your husband or father?" Lauren's father had passed away, and she was unmarried. There was no way for her to answer. Liora asked Rhea, "Rhea, do you know her?" Rhea's cold gaze cut across Lauren. "I do. She's Lauren Thayer, the eldest daughter of the Thayer family in Colburn." "The bankrupt Thayer family?" The woman who spoke earlier was surprised. "A distant relative of mine in Colburn mentioned it. After the Thayers went bankrupt, the husband and wife passed away, and the only daughter supposedly had kids out of wedlock and then disappeared. Could that… be you?"

“MR THOMAS OLIVER JACKSON, AGE 36, FROM KENTUCKY. FORMER CEO OF TELFORD’S. MARRIED TWICE, CURRENT WIFE IS MRS HOLLY JACKSON, AGE 23 FROM RHODE ISLAND. SHE IS 13 YEARS HIS JUNIOR. HE HAS 3 CHILDREN, TWO FROM HIS PREVIOUS MARRIAGE TO SARAH JACKSON, ALSO AGED 36, FROM CALIFORNIA. SHE WAS A FORMER BEAUTY QUEEN. HIS FIRST CHILD IS ONLY 4 YEARS YOUNGER THAN HIS CURRENT WIFE. HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND BACK IN COLLEGE, A CALLIE HOLDSWORTH, HE KNOCKED HER UP WHEN THEY WERE 17 AND THEN DUMPED HER. SHE HAS FILED NUMEROUS COURT ORDERS FOR HIM TO PAY MAINTAINANCE, BUT HE HASN’T PAID SINCE HIS DAUGHTER WAS 4 YEARS OLD. HE DEFINITELY HAS THE MEANS TO PAY, HE HAS JUST UNDER $12.7 MILLION DOLLARS IN HIS BANK ACCOU

“Too bad. Someone who steals another man’s spot is always driven out in the end. I’ll wait right here. “When I see Isolde, I’ll explain everything to her. She’ll definitely forgive me. “And Sera—she’s my daughter. We share a bond of blood that can’t be broken. You’ll never replace me!” I said nothing and turned back to my car. This time, Thayer did not stop me. In the rearview mirror, I saw him watching my car with a faint smile on his lips. A chill ran through my entire body. Thayer had been favored since childhood. He had never followed rules, and whenever things didn’t go his way, he threw tantrums like an overgrown child.

The country music reminded me of home, and the regulars were gruff, rough men. I grabbed glasses from the shelf and placed them into the ice Jackson had poured into a bin for them to chill. He smiled, dropping his soft gray gaze to my belly. Jackson was refreshing but very human and in his early forties. He'd started The Hub with money he'd earned from serving in the armed forces overseas, then opening up his own private security company. The Hub, how- ever, was his dream job.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

he says coming in looking between Blake and me and handing a paper to Blake. He reads it, and something tells me it's bad as I hear his wolf Xander growling, making his eyes dark. "What's going on?" I demand to know, taking the paper from his hand. My heart drops as I read the note. "Tyler Slate, we have your mate. If you want her back alive, bring Hope to the following address. Anything happens to her, we'll kill her." my heart dropped, and Asher immediately fought for dominance as he hears that our mate's life has been threatened.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

He lies back on the hard stone, his knees raised, and clasps his hands behind his head. He stares up at the emblem carved into the stone arch that supports the ceiling. The door creaks open. “I thought I heard you walking around.” Jack’s low voice rumbles around the small chapel as he strolls toward him. Blake’s second in command drops onto one of the pews at the front, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles. “Trouble sleeping?”