Reclaiming Liam

This broody bunch of Irish Alpha's with heart are the brother's you want on your side when things go wrong... This is one that will have you questioning... how safe are you?

Five brothers. One mission. Justice.


Liam:

Running blind and hiding in plain sight may be your only option when your villain isn’t just behind you but all around you. 

When a past Felicity Nichols thought was dead and buried threatens everyone she loves, that’s exactly what she encounters. There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide because her villain can follow her anywhere.

Liam O’Reilly is as loyal and protective as they come. When Felicity falls victim to a cyber stalker who wants something she has, he will stop at nothing to protect her and his family from the danger threatening them at every turn. Technology may make life easier for some, but it’s the smoking gun that can end it all for others.

Power and money will never be enough – it will only get you so far. The power struggle threatens to turn deadly when Liam meets his match, behind the computer screen, in a race of wills against time. 

If Liam can’t overcome his past, it will cost him more than another broken heart and shattered soul. Felicity remains the light in his darkness, revealing love is the most dangerous weapon of all...but will it be enough?

One thing is certain… sometimes rules are meant to be broken. Liam and Brother’s Keeper Security fight to bring a faceless predator to justice before they run out of time...and Liam loses more than just a second chance at love.

“Such an emotional, touching read…”

“4.5 hot and nerdy stars 🤓🤓🤓🤓.5…”

“WOW, this was a really fun and smexy read....”

“There was not just romance in this book there was suspense, mystery, and intrigue...”

“This series is fantastic, it is full of action…”

“This story had me in tears on more than one occasion, but that shows a great author in my mind: They can get me so caught up in the book that I forget completely that it is fiction and not real life.”

“From the first page, I was completely hooked into this incredible story.”

“I devoured the book in nearly one setting because I hadn't seen the twists and turns in the plot and had to know how it would end.”

“I absolutely love this series.”

“Stephanie St Klaire has the ability to weave multiple storylines across a stand-alone series and completely keep my interest.”

“Ms. St. Klaire will make your heart will melt; you will laugh, cry, and hold your breath. The one thing you will not do is be able to put this story down until you get to the end!”

“Ms. St. Klaire had me in tears for much of this story!”

“This is such a touching story and shouldn't be read without a box of tissues nearby. It held twists I didn't expect and life lessons about love and loss that we could all learn something from.”

“I laughed, cried, I got angry, and I sympathized.”

“You don’t just read Liam, you experience LIAM. I absolutely loved this book…”

“**WARNING** Make sure you have tissues handy! OMG! The letters Reagan's mom wrote to her and Liam before she died...yeah...sobbing!!!”

“OMG!!! I'm speechless!!! From his first appearance, I knew Liam was special, I wasn't mistaken!!!”

“his book is everything; I had the waterworks going, goosebumps, adrenaline, and, oh, the heat!!!”

“All the feels is not enough to describe what this book gave me.”

“Don't let Liam's nerd status fool you, he's a full--on alpha male not afraid of getting his hands dirty in order to keep his loved ones safe, even if he won't admit love to himself.”

“Second Chance at Love does exist…”

“Hackers unite! Everyone else, beware!!!”

“Fast-paced, suspenseful, emotional rollercoaster ride!”

“This is a fast-paced, suspenseful, emotional story as only St. Klaire can do.”

“it is full of action, drama, angst, suspense, danger, mystery and love. It has everything a great book needs to make it a 5-star read.”

“This is an excellent read and I could not put it down until the last page.”

“Stephanie St. Klaire proves herself a master of writing suspenseful romance and I highly recommend you read her amazing books.”

“Stephanie St. Klaire did it again. This book has it all. I couldn't put it down. The story line just keeps you hooked, even when you think you have it figured out, something new pops up.”

“Never a dull moment when it comes to the O’Reilly’s.”

“Romantic Suspense at its best. Five stars all the way.”

“Wow! This story is filled with mystery, suspense, and hot chemistry…”

“Loved, loved, loved Liam’s story!”

“Stephanie St. Klaire did it again! Another awesome book full of twists and turns. Love lost and found and full of family tom foolery.”

“You need to read this book for all the feels! (you might want a tissue)
Such a great book!”

“Alrighty ladies and gents, get ready to bust out the tissues for this O’Reilly story. There’s a lot of emotion that goes with Liam’s story.”

“As always, Stephanie does not disappoint in her story telling. She has created characters you come to love and care about.”

“This is a must-read. The twist at the end was not what I expected.”

“Love and cyber threats make for an awesome read!”

“Damn, this book is excellent; I mean, this book from the very first page had me hooked.”
“This book was a thrill from page one and will hook you from the start.”

“A fabulous tale that will never be forgotten. My most favorite book ever written by Stephanie St Klaire!!”

“5 “All the Feels” Stars…”

“This is one of those books. St. Klaire brings out all the stops with this one. Powerful, raw, and full of emotion.”

“Stephanie St. Klaire is a powerhouse when it comes to writing beautiful stories that just suck you in from page one and keep you there until long after you’ve finished reading.”

“The suspense in this book had me riveted and on the edge of my seat throughout its entirety.”

“This book! Made me put life and what I do into different perspective. What do I mean? Not only is this story action and drama, but it is full of life lessons. I love how Stephanie brings the "joy" and "dancing in the rain" to mean so much more. Her note at the beginning had me ready for the unexpected. At the end of this book, the emotions were heavy. I also have to mention that I fell in love with Liam's wife. I found that I was looking forward to her words more than anything.”

“Such an awesome story of loss, renewal, and intrigue!”

“This book truly demonstrates how awesome an author Stephanie St. Klaire is because of all the research that must have gone into it. She is either a reformed hacker or someone who needs to be!”

“Usually, it is a movie that has me sitting on the edge of my seat, biting my nails. But this book did that and so much more.”

“If you want to go to sleep, do not start reading this book at bedtime! I made this mistake, and I could not put it down.”

“This book shows you how to hurt and heal, how love can come more than once in a lifetime, and how a past can come back to haunt your new life when you least expect it.”

“This book deserves more than 5 stars, but people gotta put limitations on everything...”

“The book just took my breath away…”

CHAPTER 1:
She was being followed.
It didn’t surprise her because she expected it, really. Most women wouldn’t go out at such a late hour – alone – because they received a cryptic text message, but Felicity Nichols wasn’t most women. She was smart, savvy, and trained by the best. She was taught to protect herself by any and all means – again, by the best – the O’Reilly brothers.
She changed her route, testing the idea that someone was after her. Would he or she follow, or was this nothing more than a coincidence? Too bad Felicity didn’t believe in coincidence. She subscribed to following her intuition and that all things are purposeful, not random just because, wrong place at the wrong time bullshit. The minute she left the safe confines of Watermark Tower, she knew it was game on.
She turned left at the end of the block, followed by another left, careful to stay in a well-lit, populated area until she had the mark on whoever seemed to be trailing her. Though it was late, the area was anything but asleep. In this part of Portland, it was a 24-hour shitshow, where old industrial met a new trend of renovated urban living, and the line between the two was grossly blurred from street corner to street corner.
Unlike her waterfront residence in a new upscale part of town, this place was a mixed bag of families and vagrants – some fallen on hard times, some up to no good. Even with a strong police presence, there was no comfort as she continued. Felicity had to keep moving and push everything else aside since her past – one she thought had been dead and buried – had requested a meeting. Demanded rather.
As she watched the reflection cast on the row of storefront windows, it was confirmed – she was being tailed. By a man, or so the broad shoulders and long stride confirmed along with the bulkier swagger her new shadow suggested. His head was down, his face camouflaged by a billed hat – not that the dimly lit street lamps would reveal a face through the reflection anyway.
Never assume, she reminded herself. Your assailant should never be guessed or underestimated. That had been lesson one in her training, meaning this could be a woman. Albeit, a rather large, masculine woman. It didn’t matter, though. If it was a woman, she’d kick her ass too.
Picking up her pace, Felicity lured her stalker to the edge of the city life, to a quieter part of town, where fewer people were out in the open and more lurked in the shadows. The streets were dimmer, the alleys darker, with plenty to disappear into. This had been a setup. A trap. Revenge. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious was sent as the finisher. Plot twist – she was the finisher. She was setting up her own trap for revenge.
With nearly an entire city block lead, she veered a quick left into a long, dark alley that was plenty quiet. Lined on both sides with dumpsters, old, broken-down furniture, and debris, it hosted the perfect stage for what was about to unfold. Out of sight, Felicity fell into a brisk jog before ducking into the dark recessed doorway of an old, brick building, completely camouflaged by the inky shadows of the night’s sky.
Then she waited. With her eyes closed, she calmed her breathing and clung to the senses that would alert her to her predator’s presence. Felicity pushed down the panic trying to spill over and consume her. She would reconcile the what, how, and why when the threat pursuing her was in check. Right now, at this moment, she needed to fight and take down her would-be assailant. She’d ask questions later.
Felicity stopped being a victim years ago and committed to being a full-time badass when she was forced to engage in criminal activity disguised as a real nine-to-five gig. She was a tech-savvy girl, naïve and unknowingly hacking into some of the world’s biggest financial institutions and tapping accounts belonging to some of the richest and most powerful people one could cross hairs with.
Hired to test cybersecurity, or so she thought, Felicity fell for the very scheme she had been engaged in. Rather than hacking in to expose cyber weaknesses with benign consequences, she was funneling money into offshore accounts instead. When she hacked her employer and realized she had been stealing for him rather than faux stealing, she threatened to expose him. Naïve.
Rather than assuming the title of felon in a federal prison, she was hired by the group that finally busted her. The O’Reillys. She was good at what she did, too good to waste in a prison – especially since it wasn’t of her own volition but that of blackmail. She was working to save her mom and sister who were held captive until Felicity finished what she started.
It wasn’t clear how the O’Reillys got to keep her rather than hand her over to the feds, but it didn’t matter much to her. She lost her family in the deal – they didn’t make it out. The O’Reillys became her family and would have her ass if they knew that she was about to go toe to toe with the past they’d saved her from.
Those memories were quickly suppressed as the mundane sounds of the city were muffled by the approaching footsteps and whispered mumbles. He was getting closer, and she was ready, more than ready. Nerves turned to an unwavering drive fueled by years of built-up angst and rage.
The man stilled at the sound of a hissing cat and tipping trash can. What a cliché, she thought. How ironic that her stalker stood only feet from her, where she now stalked him completely undetected. Either she was really good at this, or he really sucked. Reminding herself who she was and that she was trained by the best, she felt an amplified sense of confidence she hadn’t had the chance to exercise. Until now.
When he moved on, distracted by whatever was on his watch, she stepped out from the shadows, matching him step for step as stealthily as she could. Timing was everything. It was the key to either falling victim or heroic badassery, and victim was no longer in her vocabulary.
In one swift move, Felicity delivered a sharp kick between the man’s legs while he was between steps, offering the element of surprise that would lend her the upper hand. It also paralyzed his ability to fight back while she took him down.
A grunt escaped him as she landed a knee to his side. He was hunched over with one hand on his side and the other cupping his goods. Sliding around him, she met his jaw with her tight fist, sending his head in the opposite direction. His face then met her knee, sending the glasses he was wearing across the dark alley. He’s wearing glasses? Odd, she thought. Not that there was a rule about bad guys and corrective eyewear - it just seemed like a liability. Like it just had been.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh and cracking of either bones or joints left her feeling bold. Dropping her elbow to the center of his exposed back forced the man to his knees. This was easy – too easy. He wasn’t fighting back. At all. It started to mess with her head. He was at least a foot taller and had one hundred pounds on her, all muscle, given the firm meeting her fist made with each blow.
She continued to fight, though her motivation was shifting. Now she was afraid. It almost felt desperate. Something was off. Was this part of the setup? Stalling to take in her surroundings after provoking a man twice her size wasn’t the answer. The building panic wasn’t either.
Sure, she was disabling him, hurting him even, but he wasn’t going down. Not as hard as she had hoped anyway, and she was getting tired. The fact he wasn’t fighting back spoke volumes. He was waiting her out. Fear took over, but she couldn’t let him up because running would be her only option, and she was done running.
“Not today, you son of a…” she yelled, landing fist after fist on her target. “You followed the wrong…bitch.”
Bitch was said softly and lacked the dramatics she was going for. She wasn’t one to swear, so it fell from her mouth with less conviction than she hoped for. An odd grunt escaped the man, something of a snort. Had he just laughed at her?
“You think this is funny?” she fired. “You like getting your – your ass kicked by a girl? Next time you’ll pick on someone your own size, you…buffoon!”
Another snort could be heard, but the flare in her temper it caused was short-lived because with her next swing, he blocked her hit. With the next, he grabbed her fist, then the other. In a quick move, he spun her on her heels, pulling her against his body with her arms crossed in front of her. He held her that way with a single hand while the other covered her mouth, dulling her scream.
It had been a ruse, she thought. He let her wear herself out so she would be easy to take down. Hysteria flooded her to the point she couldn’t think straight. Struggling against his embrace was pointless. He had her despite stomping on his feet and tossing her head back. She was too short and only made contact with his chest, which hurt her more than him.
Breathing became harder as her body gave in to the panic coursing through her. She knew who sent him and what he was capable of. This was the end of her. She could feel it in his tight grip. Afraid to lose consciousness, she halted the struggle, giving in to his hold while she collected herself and decided what her next move was. If there was a next move.
What had she done? Why had she given in to temptation and left the safety of Watermark Tower to chase a ghost? She should have told someone what was going on, that she had been contacted. Nobody knew, which meant they wouldn’t know where to look for her when they finally discovered she was missing. It would be late morning before anyone became suspicious. She didn’t know whether she had that long.
Confidence came with learning to protect herself, or so she thought. Now she realized that it was more ego than confidence. The man who held her was strong. He felt like a brick wall behind her. What had she been thinking? Of course, he would overpower her. He outsmarted her too.
All she tried to do was protect those she cared about most and keep this as far away from them as she could. Felicity couldn’t deal with another loss at the hands of the madman behind her current plight. It all backfired as life tended to do for her.
Scared. That summed it up. She was scared. Her plan didn’t go beyond ducking into a dark alley in a seedy part of town and kicking some guy’s ass. What she did know was the terror that raged within was overwhelming.
She was going to die tonight. She could feel it to her core. Given the stiff ridge she felt sharply poised against her back, she had to assume it wouldn’t be quick and painless. That he was going to have his way with her first.
Her stomach roiled as the bile rose to her throat at the thought of what was to come – what she had done – and how it was all going to end. A single tear escaped despite trying desperately to conceal the anxiety her realization evoked.
“Are you about done, Felicity? Or, are we going to go another fucking round?” the man questioned between gritted teeth.
That voice. She knew it. Her body stiffened and eyes narrowed as awareness washed over her.
When he released her, she quickly turned to face him. Just as quickly, she landed one more heavy fist to his eye in a heated fury.
“Liam.”