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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)

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There’s a spy in my Clan… She’s threatening to put my entire family in danger. When I find the lass, I will break her. Punish her. Make her rue the day she endangered the Cowen Clan. But when one lie unearths another, And our enemies are at our heels... Our spy may be our only chance of survival.
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Chapter 1

Tate

I walk along the icy dirt road, my hands shoved in my pockets. I don’t bloody know where I’m going or why, but sometimes when I need to clear my head, nothing works better than a good, brisk walk where the clouds meet the sky, and the mountain air makes everything seem clearer.

Leith wants me to prioritize a job I never expected him to assign me. He wants me to find the writer of the Clan Chronicles, and he wants me to find her now. His words from an earlier conversation still play in a continual loop.

“No doubt she’s a woman, Tate, and she thinks we can be fucking toyed with. But she’s a spy, and a dangerous one at that. Find her.”

Bailey, our resident dog, trots dutifully beside me. He’s my sister-in-law Cairstina’s, but he likes to hang around with the rest of us, and as soon as he sees me putting on my boots, his ears perk up and he gives me puppy dog eyes. I’m grateful for the company just now.

I like that he keeps up with my brisk strides and isn’t deterred when the icy wind picks up. He faces it bravely, and when snow begins to fall, he gives me a friendly look and laps at the falling flakes. Makes me smile, before I sigh and continue my walk.

I’ve got other things on my mind, too.

Today’s the anniversary of when we found our eldest brother, Tavish Cowen, was gone. I don’t like to remember the details, but none of us can forget Mum’s cry, or the way she collapsed against Dad when she heard the news. It’s the worst memory I have, one I wish I could eviscerate forever.

I don’t allow myself to forget it, though. I force myself to dwell on the memory sometimes, when I need to remember who I am and what my purpose is.

I’m second-in-command of the most powerful mob in Scotland. The name Cowen inspires both fear and respect to anyone who hears it. I can’t afford to go soft. I can’t fucking afford it.

Mum gets a bit melancholy around now, but it helps having little ones about. Cairstina and Leith’s wee bairn’s started toddling around, and Mac’s wife Bryn’s expecting their first in a few months.

Mum loves having bairns in her lap, and it seems half the time I find her in the library reading a book, it’s a dog-eared board book and she’s got the wee one nestled in her lap.

She’s preoccupied, though. I know she is. And today I need to find out why. I’d like to give her some space to grieve, for a little while.

I loop around the cave that flanks the side of the mountain, the furthest spot away from the rest of the homes that surround our main lodge. Deep in the Scottish Highlands, we’re hidden from the view of most people, the large lodge the epicenter of our entire Clan, surrounded by our wee, privately owned chalets that encircle it. The inner members of our Clan live nearby, dozens nearly within arm’s reach. Hidden, though. Even from where I’m standing, the only telltale sign of civilization is the chimney smoke rising high in the air.

The moon’s beginning to rise, the sky around us a bluish hue as the sun settles below the mountain peaks. Suddenly, without warning, a woman’s high-pitched scream pierces the night air.

I’m instantly alert. Bailey freezes and meets my eyes, his body tense, nose pointed in the air. Adrenaline surges through me.

“Where the bloody hell is that coming from?” I mutter, whipping my head to the left, then right. Between the mountains and the wind, it’s impossible to tell the location of the scream, when a second scream follows the first.

“Find her, Bailey,” I tell him. “Go, boy.” Fully trained, he’s off at a run before I’ve finished my sentence, heading toward a barren, desolate spot on the side of the mountain.

I watch my footing, as the terrain’s rocky and icy, but Bailey doesn’t wait. He races ahead, intent on finding whoever’s in distress, so I focus on following him.

Who is it? It’s hard to tell from a woman’s scream who she is, but it could be anyone. My two sisters, my brothers’ wives, my mother, and grandmother all live here. Not to mention the occasional visitor from the McCarthy Clan in Ireland.

Bailey takes a sharp turn, and I keep up with difficulty. Suddenly, the trees give way to a clearing, and I can see everything. I freeze, heaving from the effort of sprinting in the frigid air at Bailey's pace, and it takes me a minute to process the scene before me.

Bloody hell.

Looks like every damn one of the girls is bundled in fluffy coats, with hats, gloves, scarves and boots, taking turns sledding down the mountainside into a valley below. I can’t even identify them all from here, but I can make out my sister-in-law Cairstina, and my sisters Islan and Paisley. Two more girls are apart from the rest, at the top of the hill, preparing to go sledding down.

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Mac (Mountain Men #2) Read Online Jane Henry http://www.ilovenovels.com/mac-mountain-men-2-read-online-jane-henry Sat, 03 Apr 2021 19:56:41 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/mac-mountain-men-2-read-online-jane-henry Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Authors: Jane Henry Series: Mountain Men Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)

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Bryn Aitkens is the daughter of my enemy. And my enemies must pay. Vengeance for the wrong done my family has driven me. Consumed me. And collateral damage means nothing. So I’ll charm the innocent girl. Seduce her. Win her over, heart and body. Ruin her for anyone but me. And then strike the Aitkens family when they least suspect it. For no enemy of the Cowen Clan goes unpunished… Including her.
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Chapter 1

Mac

I walk into the meeting fucking prepared.

I know everything about her.

Everything.

I know her height, her weight, and the fact that she’s got two little dimples on either side of her mouth, freckles she covers with makeup, and when she’s nervous, she clears her throat and blinks rapidly. She listens to jazz and rock music, depending on her mood. She designs and sews her own clothing and has done so since she was young, reads historical romance in her downtime, and she hates her bloody father.

That makes two of us, then.

The youngest child of the Aitkens family, she’s been somewhat spoiled but starved for affection.

I’ll keep that in mind.

I swipe my mobile off, hiding her social media accounts I’ve been monitoring now for months, and head into the office for our meeting.

“Mac.” Leith’s sitting at the desk when I enter, sipping a cup of tea.

“Y’alright, lads?” I ask, greeting the men of the Clan as I lean across his desk and push the window open higher.

Leith scowls at me. “We need privacy, Mac, what the hell are you doing?”

I can’t help but smirk at him. My older brother’s a bit of a tight-arse.

I stick my head out the window.

“Not a bloody soul from here to the road to Inverness, Leith. Don’t know how anyone’d hear a single thing. And Jesus, I’m bloody sick of not having some fresh air in here. Feels good.”

I’d make damn sure no one’s heard us. I have a plan to put into action, details I’m about to discuss with my brothers that no one can hear.

No one.

But a little fresh air won’t threaten that.

He huffs out a breath, and just to placate him, I draw down the window a few centimeters.

“There. That better?”

He rolls his eyes and scrubs a hand through his hair. The overhead lighting glints on the gold ring on his finger. Who’d have thought Leith would be married? He’s so much of a loner, I half expected him to be the family’s perpetual bachelor.

Seems that role, however, has been reserved for me. Maybe Tate. But definitely me.

“We need to talk about the Aitkens girl,” I say to Leith, and Tate’s eyes swivel to mine.

“What about her?” he asks.

“You remember our plan last year, for me to make a move on Aitkens for what he’s done—”

A sharp knock sounds at the door. Leith sits up straighter and raises his voice.

“Aye?”

The door flies open, and our younger sister Islan walks in.

“Hello there, boys,” she says with a smile.

Has she heard any of our conversation? Bloody hell.

I can tell already she’s got something up her sleeve by the look she’s giving Leith. Islan’s not one to interrupt a quarterly meeting with pleasantries, so I suspect she’s trying to butter him up. He’s ridiculously dedicated to safety, so she rarely asks for much. Every once in a while, though…

“What is it, Islan?” Leith asks. She’s recently turned twenty years old, though she’s acted like she was going on her twenties for the past few years. Tall and willowy, she’s got our mum’s high cheekbones and vivid, mischievous blue eyes. Unlike Mum, though, she’s still unafraid of the ways of the world, still enamored by what the world has to offer her.

“Was just thinking, Leith,” she says in a sickly sweet voice. “I heard that Mac and the boys were heading to Paris on one of your little mission trips.”

How the bloody hell did she hear that? It’s a good reminder that nothing we’ve said is really private, not when we’ve got sisters that listen in on every damn thing.

“How’d you hear that?” I ask, fixing her with a stern look. She only looks abashed for a fraction of a second before she flashes me a grin.

“I have my ways.”

I growl at her, shaking my head. “It’s none of your business, Islan.”

She holds her head up higher with an air of superiority. “What is and is not my business isn’t your business, Mac.” She turns back to Leith. “So. Paris.”

A muscle ticks in Leith’s jaw, and I can’t tell if it’s because she’s called one of the biggest potential moneymakers of our lives our “little mission trip” or because he knows where she’s going with this. I lean back in my chair and watch what’s sure to be a bloody good fireworks show.

“And I was wondering if you'd let me and the girls tag along with you,” she finishes. She bats her eyelashes so innocently, I half-wonder for a minute if he’ll cave.

“Is that all?” he asks. I watch her eyes light up with false hope. There’s no way he’ll allow the girls to travel with us, especially because one of them will most certainly be his wife Cairstina.

“Aye,” she says. “That’s all. I know that Paisley’s been dying to get to Paris, and you know I’ve never been. It’s such a shame, so close to us, yet so far away…”

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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)

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Cairstina Reilly was locked in silence when I found her. When I ravaged my way through weak men to save her. When I killed for her. Now our fates are tangled together in a web of lies, danger, and betrayal. I have to take her hostage. Drag her from her silent, private world, And force her into mine. In my Clan’s enclave deep in the wild Scottish Highlands, no one will find us and our secret will be safe… But I’m not the only one with secrets. Cairstina thinks her silence will protect her. But only I can do that. And the sooner my bonnie lass learns to trust me, The sooner I can set her free from everything that’s held her captive… Everything except me.
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Chapter One

Leith

Snow falls heavily as I lift my ax and swing it, but I welcome the way the wet, icy flakes cool my body. Every stroke of the ax makes my muscles ache, and I’m damn near blinded by the snow, but I don’t bloody care.

This is where I find myself. Other men might lift weights and run on a treadmill that goes nowhere, but I’d rather work in the great outdoors on a day like today to keep myself in peak physical shape. The Captain of the Clan is meant to garner respect, and enforce the laws of our men when necessary. So, I train. I run the mountainous terrain, chop wood on our vast, wooded property, and spend as much time outdoors working the land as I can.

It’s quiet in the woods, the snow insulating us against both cold and noise. I swing the ax again, my anger at the meeting we had this morning forcing my ax with greater gusto than before.

Imagining that somehow I can exorcise my demons with my aching muscles and the cut of the blade. It doesn’t work, though. It never does. Still, I try.

My final blow splits the log in two, the blade sinking into the stump with an air of finality. I’m heaving with the effort, panting and sweating as I take a moment to admire the clean, fresh cut of the ax, the smell of the freshly cut pine, before I resume my work.

“Leith!” Paisley’s high voice is quickly drowned out by the wind, but I heard her clear enough. I turn, still panting, to see her standing in the doorway to the back entrance of our lodge. My youngest sister’s just turned seventeen, on the cusp of womanhood, the roundness of youth fading with every day that passes. Soon, she’ll be wanting to leave our reclusive home in the mountains.

I sigh. I haven’t been out here long enough, haven’t even touched the anger that boils within me, the fury that lies in wait like a prowling mountain lion. I can feel it fueling me even now. “Aye?”

She rolls her eyes. “Really, Leith. It’s fucking snowing out and you’re bare-chested like you’re ready to sunbathe on the beach?”

I lean on my ax and give her a withering look. “It’s hot swinging that ax, and you’d better watch that smart mouth of yours before Dad hears you swearing. I’d better not hear it again myself.”

She opens her mouth to protest, then thinks better of it. “I don’t understand why you boys swear like damn convicts, but God help the Cowen woman who curses,” she mutters.

I don’t bother explaining the double standard, or how it swings both ways. The girls may not be able to curse like we do, but on the flip side, they haven’t been held to the brutal standards of our upbringing either. If I rolled my eyes at my father like she does, I’d get the back of his hand across my mouth, even at the age of thirty. Even as the highest-ranking member of the Cowen Clan. I’m technically even above him in rank, but once a Captain always a Captain.

“Did you come out here to tell me how to dress, or tell me something of actual importance?” I start to turn away from her to grab my ax again, tired of her nonsense already.

“Dad wants you, and he said be quick about it.”

I bury my ax in the earth, snag my shirt from a nearby low-hanging branch, and head back inside.

Bram Cowen may have retired and appointed me Clan Captain, but he’s still my father.

I kick snow off my boots as I enter the house, and Paisley frowns.

“Don’t really understand why you chop the wood, Leith. We’ve staff to do chores like that, and you know it. Why do you bother?”

“For the same reason Mum cooks dinner once a week, even though she doesn’t need to either.”

Paisley still frowns but doesn’t reply. If she doesn’t understand the correlation, she has more growing up to do than I thought.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Cowen,” Mary says, stirring a large pot of soup on the stove. “Are you wanting dinner, sir?”

I shake my head. “No, thank you, Mary. I’ll eat later.”

She nods. “Yes, sir.”

She’s one of several staff that runs both the mountain lodge where my parents reside and our Clan meets, as well as the chalets that decorate the outskirts of our home. Last year, my family ventured all the way south to pay the Irish a visit, to save Mary from a heap of trouble. They’re our allies, one of the few Clans who’ve got our backs. She’s been even more loyal and dedicated to us ever since.

It’s warm in here and smells strongly of Scotch broth and freshly-baked bread, but I’m not hungry. My mind is too occupied with what we discussed this morning, and moreover what my father’s called me in for.

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