Hearts on Fire 2: Michaela (MFMM)

Hearts on Fire 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 54,854
44 Ratings (4.6)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, light spanking, HEA]
After surviving being shot in the chest, Michaela Smitt has moved to Treasure Town in hopes of remaining under the radar and out of sight of the man who wants to finish the job. But that’s not easy in a town comprised of first responders, especially when she seems to keep getting into trouble, needing their professional assistance.
First she meets the Sheriff, Jake McCurran, when she’s held by gunpoint in the sheriff’s department. Then at the station, she meets Billy and Hal McCurran, as they flirt and try to get to know her. Finally when her attic is on fire all three come to rescue her, but she’s resistant to their charms. 
Three very sexy, charismatic brothers want to show her how wonderful a menage relationship can be, but she’s resistant, not only because of her hollow heart but also the bull's-eye on her forehead.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
Hearts on Fire 2: Michaela (MFMM)
44 Ratings (4.6)

Hearts on Fire 2: Michaela (MFMM)

Hearts on Fire 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 54,854
44 Ratings (4.6)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
I loved the first book in this series so I pre-ordered the second as soon as I saw it. I thought this book was great. It did not have the same tone as the first one but was still a great read. I would recommend it to anyone. The characters reacted to each other well and were well thought out. I cannot wait to read another. Having a love story that has a plot with suspense and mystery as well as some steamy scenes is what its all about. I am so glad I found an author who can write an actual story about peoples lives, rather than a story about sex with some character points thrown in. Bravo Dixie you have done it again!
Dixie never fails to get my motor going with her books about strong women and the men who love her.




Michaela pulled the wiring from between the beams and gathered it along the way to the outlet. The wires were crap, the outlet needed to be replaced, and electrical work was not something to take lightly. She knew basics, but as she pulled the wires from the connection, knowing she had shut off the power box downstairs that supplied power to this area, she was shocked when it sparked.

It sounded like little firecrackers going off, and soon the damn thing was on fire, spreading a thin line up the wall the rest of the length of the wire she just pulled.

“Fuck!” she yelled out as she slammed the hammer against the wire, trying to stop it from igniting. That wouldn’t work, so she reached back and pulled the small fire extinguisher from the bag of supplies she’d just bought at the local Home Depot. She peeled off the plastic covering, cursing a mile a minute as it wouldn’t budge so she bit into the plastic, spit out pieces, and bit into it again as the flames increased.

“I don’t need this shit.” She just got the plastic off and aimed the fire extinguisher at the small fire when she heard the voice.

“Oh shit.”

She had been spraying the flames, putting them out, but as she heard the voice, she turned, her hand still squeezing the device and shot the sheriff with the chemical.

“What the hell!” he yelled out, covering his head and ducking around the corner.

She had stopped pretty quickly but not quickly enough to avoid getting the stuff on his shirt and his pants.

“I’m so sorry,” she exclaimed, half looking over her shoulder, making sure the fire was extinguished and half cringing from shooting the sheriff with the stuff.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, walking closer to her. She was still holding the fire extinguisher, and the sheriff was wearing regular clothing, not his uniform. He looked incredible. She pressed her hand down her dusty shorts, self conscious about her outfit. Standing up, she realized how much taller the man was in comparison to her.

His arm muscles were huge, his chest wide and intimidating, and his hands extra large as they slowly took the canister from her hands.

“I’ll take that. What the heck happened?” he asked, looking at the damage as he set the extinguisher down near the doorway and brushed off his black camo pants. Her eyes had a mind of their own as they trailed over his ass, snug and sexy in the military pants. Was he in the military at some point? Or was he a wannabe? She wondered.

“The freaking place is wired all shitty. I disconnected the power from the circuit box downstairs, but I guess it is labeled wrong or just all messed up.”

“You need some help figuring that out?”

She stared at him with her hands on her hips as he looked her over. She was glad that the tank top covered her scar along her chest. She didn’t want to get asked all the questions, and she wasn’t going to tell anyone what had happened.

“What are you doing here?” she asked with a bit more attitude than she intended.

“I came by to let you know that I took care of the car situation. Got the title right here, and you can get it towed out first thing Monday morning. I wrote down a name of a friend of mine in town who has a tow truck service.” He handed her the paper. When she took it from his hand, he held hers firmly a second longer.

He glanced around the place as she looked over the letter.

“This is great. I wish it came earlier though. I had to have the Dumpster parked in the road.”

“No one complained, did they?” he asked.

“The neighbors? No way, they seem thrilled that I’m going to clean up the place. It is an eyesore with no curb appeal.”

“Why did you buy this place?” he asked, looking around the room. He trailed his hand along the wood railing that separated the entryway from the living room.

“I think it has charm, or at least will have it when I’m finished.”

“I thought you said you hired someone to do the renovations.”

“I said the person was local. It’s me.” She took the letter and placed it in a drawer by a desk that was neatly set up by the front hallway. She had done that area first, wanted to do the living room and then the kitchen. Hopefully the bedrooms after that.

“You’re doing the construction yourself?”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, not even realizing she made her boobs stand out more until the sheriff’s eyes grazed her cleavage and then looked up toward her face.

“I know what I’m doing.”

“Didn’t seem that way when I got here,” he teased and winked.

She shook her head. “Totally not my fault, but it’s to be expected in a dump this old.”

“How about the circuit box? You need help labeling it so something like this doesn’t happen again?”

“I can handle it. Thanks.”

“How can you check and label if the circuit breaker box is in the basement and all the rooms and lights are upstairs?”

Duh, he was right. She couldn’t. “You don’t need to be anywhere else right now?”

“Nope. I’m off today, but I know how desperate you were to get rid of the car.”

“I appreciate that. Let me just grab something to label the switches with. You can turn the stuff on and yell down to me.”

“I think I’ll bring along this fire extinguisher,” he said and winked.




The moment the front door closed, Hal lifted Michaela up into his arms, causing her to drop her bag with the book in it. He didn’t care, and neither did she as she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him back. He pressed her against the wall at the bottom of the stairs and pulled from her mouth.

“Bedroom or right here?” he asked her.

“You’re in charge.”

“That I am.” He reached for the hem of her blouse and tank pulling it up off of her and onto the floor. Her pretty pink polka-dot bra was a great contrast to her olive skin. “I love all these pretty bras you have, baby, but I prefer you naked.”

He undid the clip, and the bra fell to the bend of her elbows as he cupped both breasts and feasted on them. He used his hips to secure her against the wall. She tilted her head back and thrust her hips and breasts forward.

He nipped one hard little nipple and then swirled his tongue around the areola as she moaned.

“Fuck. I need inside you now.”

“Yes. Yes, now.”

He pulled back and she grabbed at his T-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. He grabbed her hips and carried her upstairs as she licked and nibbled along his chest, shoulder, and neck. As her teeth pressed harder at a sensitive spot, he felt his cock thicken under his jeans.

He dropped her a few inches above the bed and grabbed for the zipper to her jean shorts, pulling them down roughly. Her eyes were glazed over with passion as he made quick work with his fingers to divest her then him of their clothing. But as he pushed down his pants, stepped out of them, and bent over, Michaela slid off the bed to the floor and reached for his balls and cock.

“Oh, sweet mother, don’t. Please, Michaela, I can’t.”

She looked up at him with such a heated aroused expression. Their little inexperienced minx was looking to explore him.

“I want to taste you. Please you.” She pressed her cheek against his cock as she stroked it. He reached down and ran his hands through her hair as he held her gaze.

“You do please me. More than anything in my life, ever.”

She smiled softly and then opened her mouth and pulled his cock between her lips.

Hal couldn’t hold back the moan or the fire that burned inside of him.

“Fuck, baby, that mouth of yours is incredible.” He held her face and hand as she bobbed her head slowly up and down on his shaft.

He was trying so hard not to come inside of her mouth. He needed to possess her, fuck her deeply, and conquer these fears and insecurities he had after talking about Lisa.

When Michaela cupped his balls and rolled them around in the palm of her delicate hand as she sucked his cock, he grunted.

“Enough.” He pulled from her mouth.

She gasped and squealed when he reached down, lifted her up by her hips, and brought her back onto the bed.

“Fuck, I can’t hold back. You’re too much.” He aligned his cock with her pussy and thrust deeply into her cunt.

Michaela grabbed onto his shoulders. He felt her climbing his body, crawling, grabbing at him to get his cock to penetrate deeper. He knew in that moment that she was feeling as wild and needy as he was.

“Mine, all fucking mine.”

“Yes, harder, Hal, please I feel so needy.”

“I know, baby. God, I know it’s incredible.”

He grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head. He locked her wrists in place with one hand and then lifted up to cup one breast as he rotated and thrust his hips against her.

In and out he stroked her deeply, moving faster and faster.

She was shaking her head side to side at his relentless strokes. Then he felt her pussy muscles tighten. Her eyes closed and she screamed her release, lubricating his cock even more. He pulled out and thrust back in, releasing her wrists so he could grab her hips and get deeper, as deep as he could go so he could mark her forever.

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