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Soldiers of Pearl 2: Healing Souls (LoveXtreme)

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Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 73,558
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[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, light consensual BDSM, spanking, HEA]

Sometimes the greatest fight one has, is the one within themselves. Cora only knows abuse and pain. She no longer believes that any man would want her after all she has sustained. Her focus is on her children and making a future for them of love, safety and security. She’s determined to be independent, to resist the anxiety attacks that rule her life, and to start anew.

When her sister challenges her capabilities, Cora sets out to prove her wrong. She never expects to win the hearts of five very intimidating, personally scarred soldiers. But the connection they feel, the shared losses, the vulnerability and challenges, are common between them. The love and compassion they show toward her children alters her belief that these men are cold hearted commanding men. Can she identify and accept true love, when it appears out of nowhere? Or are the scars of her past too deep to let anyone in? When danger appears closer then feared, Cora could lose it all.

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Wow. I bought this book so long ago but never got around to reading it til now. For some reason I just skipped it but read the other books in the series. Maybe because the excerpt made the books se...

- SoCalReader

Love Pearl. I'm on book 5 have just devoured all the stories the HEA endings are great. The scorching love scenes and action in each book. Thank you Dixie Lynn Dwyer, again you hit it out of the park....

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Cora lifted her head up from the pages of her journal and looked at the lake, the beautiful park in the center of town. She released a long sigh. Heart heavy, that sensation and fear that was eating her alive, burned within her. She closed her journal and looked out toward the lake. She was sitting on the bench in town. Liam was in preschool across the street, and Julia in kindergarten. They both attended the morning sessions so it gave her time to work on her journal like Camille had suggested she do for therapy.

It had been a year since Kever and Anthony crashed into the truck Arabella was driving on the way into Turbank. It was a whole year of therapy, terrible headaches, continued nightmares, anxiety attacks, and living in fear. All because Anthony got away and she nearly died from her head injury and, of course, her weak personality.

She sighed as she looked around, absorbing the people, all the families walking around and men pushing strollers, women smiling and enjoying their men’s company. This town was perfection, and she felt imperfect. But there was no place to go, to leave to. She was living in constant fear, and would continue to until Anthony was captured or killed. She was tired of this life, of being exhausted and feeling like some sort of zombie in her everyday activities. The stupidest things bothered her. The sound of something crashing to the floor. The loud honk of a horn, the blare of sirens, the insecure feeling of panic she had in crowds of people, even small groups of people. I’m tired of it. I’m so damn tired of it.

She was okay around Arabella and her men, but kept her distance. She sat with the wall to her back so she could keep an eye on everything around her. Even now, she chose the bench in front of the tall, solid tree. The one nearest to the playground where people were so in case someone tried to grab her from behind she could scream for help. She closed her eyes and prayed that the children were safe. She wanted to watch over them constantly and that was why she came here, and sat close to the schools. She felt the tightness in her chest, the sense of anxiety of not knowing if the kids were really okay. The only thing to make this sensation go away was to see for herself that they were fine. But she couldn’t go into the school and ask to see them. The staff would allow it. They were so understanding, but it wasn’t good for Cora to allow the anxiety to remain in control. She needed to get a grip.

She looked in their direction and spotted deputy Cason Parks. He was walking up toward her and she closed her eyes, felt her chest tighten. Does he have bad news for me? Wouldn’t Rex or Reno come tell me if something was wrong? She swallowed hard. Everything about this man made her nervous. He always came around when she was in town. He even visited Arabella’s place. Did he not trust her? Did he fear her causing a public scene with one of her anxiety attacks? A few months back, initially after the attack, Cora had a few spells. With counseling and building up her self-confidence those anxiety attacks were lessening. She wasn’t fragile like people said. Anger pooled in her belly.

“Good afternoon, Cora,” he said, and she looked up, lip quivering, she bit it to stop it, and he crunched his eyebrows together. The man was very attractive, with blond hair, cut neat and tight, and blue eyes, the color of a summer sky.

“Afternoon,” she whispered. She was instantly nervous, heard the quivering in her voice. She couldn’t help it. She was fragile, weak, and he was intimidating, strong, and of course extremely attractive. One of the women, Gina, from Francine’s restaurant, had her eye on him and his friends, Asher, Avery, Beau, and Blade. Blade and Beau were hard, older men. They caused some kind of reaction in her every time she saw one of them. She couldn’t quite describe what it was. Her belly kind of tingled, her palms became sweaty, and she felt nervous. Cason in uniform doubled the sensations.

“I saw you up here, writing, and thought I would say hello, and see how everything was going. How are the kids?” he asked, leaning his hand on his gun and holster as he watched her, Stetson and all. It hung low over his brow, slightly hiding his blue eyes that roamed over her slowly then back to her eyes. He didn’t quite smile. It was like he was gauging her reaction to him. She could smell his nice cologne. That did something to her too. Made her have a small ache of attraction, and she swallowed hard, dismissing her own stupidity. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it.

He was an attractive man all around. So why was he talking to her?

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Cora was so aroused it was difficult to stay focused on each sensation. Her fears were just lingering below the surface, and she hoped she could do this and not panic. Every touch, every sweet word of endearment, desire seemed to ease her mind, and the anxiety she felt. She didn’t think she would ever be able to let another man touch her so intimately, but here she was with five.

Cason released her breast as he pushed the material of her panties down and off of her. Beau took that moment to press fingers to her cunt ever so slowly. It was torture, but it seemed he knew she needed slow, and she was grateful as her mind fought against the bad memories of the last time a man touched her there and the demands he made on her body. Liam was only born the week before. The doctors told her no sex until her checkup, but Anthony didn’t want to hear any of that. He hurt her that night. He forced fingers upon her and then his cock and the pain sent her into a fit of vomiting, never mind nearly hemorrhaging.

She squeezed her eyes tight, felt herself tense, and Beau’s fingers left her pussy, smoothed up her belly to her throat in a possessive, arousing manner. He whispered next her ear.

“Focus on my touch, on my voice, and know that I care for you deeply. I will never hurt you the way he hurt you. You will always come first, Cora. Always.”

She willed the tears away and demanded herself to believe Beau’s words and actions. These are good men. Anthony is in the past. This was her future, her children’s future right here.

He sat down on the bed as Cason lifted her up and cupped her cheeks. Beau maneuvered her body back to his front, her thighs over his thighs, using his palms to spread her open to their viewing. Her heart pounded inside of her chest, being exposed like this. That’s when she realized the others weren’t right there. She panicked as Cason held her face and stared down into her eyes.

“Focus on us, on the way we make you feel. You’re gorgeous, baby. You’re sexy, smart, an incredible woman, and Beau and I are going to show you how much we care about you.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips. His kiss was slow. He took his time tasting her lips as she felt Beau’s fingers return to her pussy and press up into her just as Cason thrust his tongue into her mouth. She felt needy, desirable, and sexy. They did this to her. They eased her mind of the past and her fears and gave her the time she needed to adjust and to let go.

Cason trailed kisses from her mouth to her neck, and she found herself reaching out to him despite the fears. Her hands collided with his waist and the muscles beneath the dress shirt he wore. Beau pumped his fingers a little faster and her cunt spasmed, releasing her cream, making her moan.

“Take off my shirt, Cora. Undress me. Show me that you want me too,” Cason whispered and then leaned forward to lick across her nipple then pull at the tiny bud. She gasped.

Beau’s strokes slowed, she felt the roughness of his dress pants and the hard ridge of his cock beneath her bottom, and she wiggled.

“Take off his clothes, Cora. Touch him, take from him, from whatever you want and need. We’re all yours,” Beau said and curled his fingers as he stroked her pussy, making her cream again.

She was so incredibly aroused, and with shaking fingers, she undid the buttons on Cason’s shirt. He removed it and threw it to the floor. She reached for his belt but fumbled with the strap of leather as Beau pumped fingers in and out of her pussy.

Cason smirked knowingly as he assisted, removed his clothes, and stood there in all his naked glory.

“Oh, Cason,” she whispered locking her eyes onto the long, thick cock before her and licking her lips.

“That’s right, baby. You do this to me.”

He stroked his cock, and then he reached forward and spread her thighs wider over Beau’s thighs.

“Oh God, Cason.”

“That’s one sexy tattoo you got there, baby,” Cason said trailing a finger along the tattoo and across her groin where Beau pumped his fingers.

“Beau’s got that sweet, pretty pussy nice and wet for me.” He lowered to his knees, inhaled with his eyes closed and licked his lips. “I need to taste that sweet cream. Move those fingers Beau. It’s my turn.”

Cora felt the torturous feeling of loss as Beau removed his thick fingers from her pussy and allowed Cason his turn.

Cason didn’t hesitate and licked between her pussy lips, swirling his tongue all over her pussy before sucking her clit hard.

“Oh,” she moaned and pressed forward only for Beau to reach under her and cup both breasts from behind her. His move caused Beau to push forward too, adding to the pressure on her clit. Beau pinched her nipples, massaged her tender, sensitive breasts as Cason pressed his tongue up into her pussy. Round and round, Cason’s tongue explored every crevice and nook, poking, thrusting, and licking her until she was wiggling and ready to explode. When she felt his tongue trail along her anus, she moaned louder.

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