Emerald Isle MC Series

She is his ol'lady— his queen . . . and no amount of scars would ever change that.   Finn "Shamrock" Adair   Fifteen years ago, I became the President of the Emerald Isle MC . . . at the ripe age of twenty-two. It wasn't supposed to go down like that, though. Back then, I was young, enjoying life, and in love with the girl of my dreams.   Faylinn O'Shea wasn't just any girl. She was my Vice President's daughter, my sister's best friend, and a club princess— but she was mine. And our rival club, the Devil's Den MC, did the only thing they could to hurt us— they took my Faylinn.   I've run the club for the last fifteen years and spent every night searching for her. But, even though her brothers have accepted the probability of her death— I can't. So, I'll keep searching until I bring her home, dead or alive. I won't stop until we have a reunion or a funeral.   My determination pays off, but the reunion isn't as epic as I'd hoped. Fifteen years as a prisoner was bound to change her, and Faylinn isn't the sweet, little love of my life anymore. Of course, she's still the love of my life. I just don't know if I'm still hers.   I know one thing, though, I'm going to get revenge for her— for all the time she lost, and I'll become a savage worse than her captors to make sure they pay for what they did to my woman.

She was his— whether she knew it or not, she always had been.   Callahan "Dire" O'Shea Carrigan Adair is more than just an Emerald Isle MC princess. She's also my absolute best friend . . . and I've been in love with her for years.   Nothing has ever happened between us, though, not even so much as a kiss, and I doubt it ever will. The last thing I want to do is take any chance that might ruin my friendship with her. She's my solace, my center. No matter what happens with my life or the club, I know I can come back to Carrigan and everything calms down.   I always thought I'd be okay when she finally got into a serious relationship, that I'd be happy for her. But jealousy is something I'm not used to, and it turns me into a force to be reckoned with.   When Carrigan is around, she seems happy with her new relationship until the night she comes in with bruises and a busted face. Turns out she's been hiding a hell of a lot from me, and now it's time she fesses up.   Her boyfriend may think he's untouchable because his crime family has his back. Yeah, well, he hasn't seen what family can do out of revenge . . . but he's about to.   I don't care how hard he tries to run and hide, I'm taking Carrigan back and making her mine, and then I'm taking his life for putting a hand on her.

She was everything I needed and more than I'd ever deserved.   Bradan "Claddagh" Adair Six years ago, I claimed an ol' lady, and a year later, she gave me the greatest gift any man could ask for - a son.   But bringing our son into the world came at the price of her life, and my heart never recovered. Through the years, I've celebrated my brothers finding their women and starting families, but for me, it's just my son and I. I don't ever want to risk him and I loving someone who might leave us again.   But the most important woman in my son's life is his school counselor. An intelligent, shy beauty named Clara Rogers, who has my son's heart . . . and my attention more than I want to admit.   With my President missing and his ol' lady needing the club more than ever, the last thing I need is extra drama on my plate. Too bad I don't have a choice when I drive past Clara's one night to find her in the dirt, in tears, her face bloody and bruised.   Bringing her under my protection is without question, but getting her to open up about who hurt her is like pulling teeth with rubber pliers— it's damn near impossible. Until the very man shows up looking for her, and he's a damn cop to boot.   Now, he wants Clara back, but there's no way I'm giving her up, and I don't care what force we have to go up against. No one is gonna hurt this woman again, not now that she's mine, and her ex-husband better realize— Irishmen aren't scared of the cops, no matter how crooked they are.

Even if she never remembers us, I'll never stop loving her.   Dermot "Timber" O'Shea Caelan Finnigan is mine. Just because she's technically a clubwhore and I haven't claimed her as my ol' lady doesn't change a thing. She's been mine since she was twenty-three— she just didn't realize it. Even though I swore I'd never take an ol' lady, things are changing. I'm changing. Watching my sister getting married, my older brother having a baby— I want all that. And I don't want it with anyone but Caelan. It's taken me years to buck up the courage to tell her, and I do . . . at my sister's wedding. And then my past and actions as an Enforcer come back to bite me in the ass, taking away the only thing that means a damn— her. One gunshot changes everything. Just because they didn't kill Caelan doesn't mean they didn't take her from me. After waking from a coma, she has no idea who she is . . . she doesn't know who I am. She remembers nothing about us. Not my love for her, not our history, not how tightly she holds my soul in the palm of her hand. I'm going to find the shooter, and then I'm going to bathe in their blood . . . but all that won't ensure that Caelan ends up mine. No. Now, I also have to make her fall in love with me all over again.

I needed her to stay . . . not for her safety, not to piss off her family— but because I loved her more than life.   Eoin "Grey" O'Shea For the last two years, I've focused on my club. As the Road Captain, it's my sole job to ensure we make it safely to and from our runs. Dealing with the Russian mob, we can't be too careful.   Aside from that, my family comes first. Well, them and a raven-haired beauty named Willow.   She might be a clubwhore, but she consumes me, even though she doesn't know it. So when her past comes to light, and I find out she's anything but a whore, I'm a little pissed. More so, I'm determined to protect her from anyone and everyone, even if that means defying my club and her father— the Pakhan.   With everything already on our plates, I don't know that I can ask my brothers to help me this time, and the truth is— Willow has a choice to make . . . and I'm not even sure she'll choose me.   She has no idea what I'd do to keep her in my life, my arms, and my bed— but I think it's about time she finds out.   And I'll kill anyone that tries to stand in my way.

I've given my life to the club. And now, I might be the reason an empire falls.   Finn "Shamrock" Adair   A year of my life—stolen.   The number of once-in-a-lifetime moments the Cartel took from me is immeasurable. I missed the birth of my children, their first milestones, their first words. I wasn't here when two of my brothers claimed ol' ladies. I missed most of my sister-in-law's pregnancy and wasn't there to help my sister through her miscarriage.   Most of all, I wasn't here to lay my mother to rest.   Missing all those things, getting my life back, being the man they needed for a year, but I couldn't be, is all that should matter to me. That should be my only focus now that I'm home and with my club again.   But the Cartel destroyed that man that once ran this club. Used as a guinea pig to test their newest drugs, the only thing I want to do, the only thing I can seem to focus on, is getting high again. A year in a constant state of being out of my mind has left me as little more than a junkie.   I want to do the right thing, but I can't.   The demons unleashed in me are too strong, have too great a hold now.   My club isn't going to give up, though, and for once, their greatest adversary isn't an outside force—it's me.   I held this club together for so long, waited a lifetime to get my woman back, and now? I just might be the very reason it all crumbles to the ground.