Box Set #17: The Town of Pearl Collection, Volume 1 (All 3 books for $4.99)
In For the Love of Anna, Anna is working too hard to take care of her father, an abusive alcoholic. One night, Anna is accosted in her home by two loan sharks are intent on collecting her father's debt. They want to prostitute Anna out to make back the money her father owes. Anna escapes to Pearl where her friend Stacy lives. When Anna arrives battered and beaten, an authoritative sheriff, an ex-Marine, and one sexy cowboy become intent on showing her what real love is.
In Stacy's Destiny, Stacy's on the run after being assaulted. She heads to Pearl as she copes with her fears from the attack. The last thing she expects to find is her destiny in the arms of Max and Eric Cantrell. The men are attracted to Stacy and feel that she may be the one they have been waiting for. Trouble is, Stacy has a past that has her wary of men in general. But the heat between the three is out of control, and Max and Eric are set on keeping her.
In Lena's Happily Ever After, Lena's learned a lot living on the streets of Detroit. But when a gang leader attempts to claim her, she fights him off then runs for her life. Lena winds up in Pearl, and the bighearted Dr. Jones convinces her to work for him. His son, Deputy Kenny Jones, thinks she's trouble, but sparks begin to fly immediately. She meets his brothers Quinn and Blake, and their estranged brother, Bryant. He's an ex-marine, filled with anger and venom but just as good-looking as his brothers. They all want her, but trust doesn't come easy.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
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FOR THE LOVE OF ANNA
“It’s Charlie, Anna. Stacy’s friend, the doctor, honey…wake up, please. Come on, baby, you’re safe here.” His tone was gentle and caring as he caressed her skin. The sight of her curled up in a ball, clammy and crying, tore at his heart and soul. He worried about her injuries and the position her body was in.
“Stacy, let me pick her up and see if we can get her to wake,” he whispered. Stacy looked at him. He saw the pain she was in and how upset she was getting seeing her friend like this.
Charlie saw Max help Stacy up and pull her into his arms.
Charlie slowly wrapped his arms around Anna, whispering and caressing her as he gently pulled her into his arms.
Her breathing was rapid, her chest blotchy and red as she cried her heart out.
“I’ve got you, baby, you’re safe here with me. No one is going to hurt you ever again, doll,” he whispered, holding her against his chest.
She was light and fragile in his arms, like a wounded animal, he took care of her and swore he would protect her as long as she was with him. She seemed to be calming down as she held his shirt in a death grip and snuggled closer.
She continued to moan and cry more softly when, suddenly, her eyes began to flutter open. “He doesn’t love me. He never loved me.”
The words tore through the room. Charlie caught the response from her words as he scanned everyone’s eyes. Then he held Anna’s gaze. He saw the fear, felt her cringe and try to pull away, but he wouldn’t have it.
“Shhh now, baby doll. I’m here, and I’m not going to leave you.”
“Anna, I love you, honey. Please let Charlie take care of you.” Stacy caressed Anna’s arms as she cried.
“Don’t cry, Stacy. I’m sorry…I…I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Anna whispered, her voice barely audible to everyone’s ears.
Charlie pulled her closer against his chest.
* * * *
Anna was relieved that she wasn’t still a captive of the bad men back in New York. The nightmare was so real, she was embarrassed to find she obviously woke the whole house. It felt good to be in Charlie’s arms. She felt safe, yet she was scared. The fact that she only had a bra on and a skimpy pair of shorts had her trying to wiggle free and cover herself. He had taken care of her earlier. She felt the bandage against her ribs and knew Charlie must have felt that she needed them wrapped. She was very tired as her eyes felt heavy, and she began to give in to Stacy’s request that Charlie help her.
Charlie held her tighter, then sat on the bed, cradling her in his arms. Stacy placed a blanket over her body at Charlie’s request.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered one last time before closing her eyes. Her head hurt, and her body throbbed. The dizziness overtook her. She felt hot. Really hot. She couldn’t help but think Charlie holding her was the culprit. No man ever held her. She never got this close to one and forgot about her father.
The thought caused a deep sob to escape her lips. Charlie pulled her closer against his chest and lay on the bed with her. “You’re safe, Anna. Close your eyes, darling, and get some sleep.”
They all looked crazed with desire, and she immediately felt the loss of their touch and embrace, but she had to be honest. She couldn’t let them think she was more experienced than she let on so far.
“What is it?” Ben asked.
She stared at him. At some point, he’d removed his shirt, and his impeccable abs were a sight for the eyes. He was firm, trim, and oh, God, his crotch. A small patch of light brown hair below his navel stretched clear into his package. The mushroom top was sticking out, and by the look of the bulge, he was generous in the penis department.
Ben looked at her as if he understood her fear, and that confident, cocky stud had the nerve to whip out his cock and point it toward her.
She was fascinated by its appearance and size. It was quite a beautiful sight. Thick, lighter than the rest of his tanned complexion, and she licked her lips.
“Oh, baby, you’re killing me,” Ben whispered in a raspy voice.
Wyatt took her hand and led her to the bed.
“Talk to us,” he stated, and she got the chills from his demanding tone.
“I’ve never done this,” she whispered, still staring at Ben’s cock and his mischievous smile.
“A virgin ass? Fucking love it!” Ben exclaimed, and Anna lowered her eyes.
Charlie tilted her head up toward them.
She saw the concern in his face as well as a small dimple in his left cheek. She loved his dimples. He was so handsome, with light brown hair and big brown eyes. She felt the calluses on his fingertips and his rough demeanor. He was mysterious in a lot of ways.
“Don’t be afraid. If you’re not ready for that, we’ll take things slow. But one day real soon, we’re all going to take you at once,” Charlie stated with confidence.
Anna licked her lips and leaned back with her elbows and forearms against the bed. Wyatt lay on his side beside her now, and Ben still stood in front of her, holding his cock, smirking.
She giggled at his personality. He was such a tease.
In nervousness, she licked her lips again, and the three men moaned.
“You keep licking those lips, and I’ll give you something to suck on, Anna,” Charlie exclaimed, pulling his shirt up over his head, then, he began to unzip his pants.
Anna knew she had to tell them.
“I’ve never done that before, either.”
All three of them looked at each other, then back at Anna.
This time, Wyatt responded.
“Never what, Anna?” Wyatt asked softly.
“Suck cock?” Ben interjected, and both Wyatt and Charlie gave him a dirty look.
Anna felt herself redden.
“Wow…well, don’t worry. We’ll take it slow, baby,” Charlie whispered, then removed his jeans the rest of the way and lay down beside her on the other side.
“No! You don’t understand. God, this is so embarrassing.” Anna covered her face with her hands.
A few seconds passed before she felt hands caressing her from head to toe. Then Wyatt removed her hands from her face.
“Hey, now, there’s no need to be embarrassed because you’re not as experienced.”
“Yeah, I kind of like the fact that that mouth won’t suck any other cocks than ours,” Ben stated.
“Ben!” Wyatt, Charlie, and Anna exclaimed.
“What?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders, but still held his long, thick cock in his fist.
“Umm…we said we were going to be completely honest, right?” Anna asked as she looked at each of them. Her mouth watered at the sight. They were sexy as damn hell, and she still couldn’t believe that they wanted her.
“Of course, Anna.”
She smiled at Charlie.
“Well, about this whole experience thing,” she whispered, then clasped her fingers together.
“Yes,” all three men chimed in.
“I’m a virgin!” she blurted out, then covered her face again.
“Close your eyes, Stacy, and just feel. We won’t hurt you, and we promise to go slow,” Eric whispered then leaned down, placing what felt like butterfly kisses along her belly. His touch added to the pulling sensation. She inhaled then exhaled, fighting the urge to give in to whatever these two men asked of her, but it was a losing battle. She wanted more and everything, anything they were willing to give. It would be impossible to deny or to resist their ministrations.
“Close your eyes,” Max added more firmly, and she found herself obeying his commanding tone. It turned her on and made her pussy clench then release moisture. She shifted her ass on the comforter, and suddenly she felt someone’s hand over her mound. She peeked her eye open only to be reprimanded by Max right before he kissed her eyelids closed again.
“Just feel, Stacy,” he told her, and she complied. She felt the caressing to her mound increase, and instinctively she lifted her pelvis, wanting more of the sensation. Her clit felt swollen and needy, yet his fingers weren’t inside of her. She wanted them to be. Inhaling, she tried to imagine who was caressing or licking where, and soon it didn’t matter. She wanted both Max and Eric. As fingers delved under the elastic of her shorts and gently tugged them down her legs, reality of the intimacy about to be shared between the three of them surfaced. She reached for the hand that pressed two thick, long fingers against her pussy lips just as he spread them.
“Oh,” she moaned and opened her eyes to lock gazes with Eric, who was now seated between her thighs, and then Max, who somehow removed his shirt without her knowing it. She felt the pounding in her chest again and the attraction to the perfect male specimen before her. She reached for his chest, and he grabbed her hand, placing the palm along the dusting of dark hair in the center of his chest. He closed his eyes as if feeling her touch him were the most amazing sensation in the world. Could it be? Could they be feeling as connected as she was feeling? He had more muscles than she had ever seen on a man. He was gorgeous.
Eric took that moment to push a finger into her as he used his other hand to spread her wider. “She’s all shiny and pink, Max. I can’t wait to taste her,” he whispered in a deep, seductive voice that caused her thighs to shake. She began to close them when her knees hit his thighs. In this position, they both could see everything. She was completely naked to their view, and they were nearly fully clothed.
“Don’t close up on him, Stacy. It’s going to feel so good,” Max stated then licked one nipple as he cupped the other with his hand. The double sensations of having two men touch her at once was overwhelming.
Eric pressed in and out of her pussy, increasing his speed then slowing down so he could add a second digit. He made little circles with his thumb against her clitoris as his fingers caressed against some sensitive spot she never knew existed. Her insides tightened, and she felt the tiny explosions, but a deeper need grew stronger.
“I need to taste her. She’s so wet right now, she’s gripping my finger and holding it so fucking tight,” Eric said then lowered his shoulders between her thighs, making the bed shift and squeak. Her clit hummed as his words sunk in. God, she wanted his mouth there on her. The moment his tongue touched her pussy lips, she moaned and jerked in reaction. Eric licked, tugged, and pulled harder then pressed fingers into her in a sequence of thrusts.
LENA'S HAPPILY EVER AFTER
“Please stop. I’m tired,” she told him. She couldn’t tell him that she wasn’t interested, or that would be an insult. One that would cause her to get hit just like the time before last.
He smiled at her. His gold tooth looked comical, but he thought it made him look important. Truth of that matter was that Triumph was actually a nice-looking guy, and most young women found him irresistible. Lena was twenty-one years old today. Happy freaking birthday. She had been fighting off men like Triumph since fifteen. She was tired of it. She was tired of this life and feeling like she was headed toward death instead of a real life.
“You’re too beautiful to be working so hard. I’ve told you this before, Lena. Come with me. Be my woman and I’ll give you anything, everything. You know I can.” He leaned forward to kiss her temple. She could smell the alcohol. He had been drinking, but he wasn’t drunk. He waited for her. She just knew it.
“I don’t want that kind of life,” she answered him honestly. He yanked her against him and pulled her pony back so that her shoulder blades nearly collided and she lost her footing.
“You think you’re too good for me? You think you deserve better?”
“No, that’s not what I meant, Triumph. Please don’t hurt me,”
She pleaded as his hold became stronger. The stench of his breath made bile rise up to her throat. She swallowed hard, the burning fear collided with her gut.
In a flash, his face was against her neck. His hot, wet breath stung against her skin, and she panicked, only for him to shove her against the side of the trailer. Her spine hit the metal, and she cringed.
“I waited for you. I waited to take you to your bed and fuck you, Lena.”
Oh shit. This is it. Tonight he won’t take no for an answer.
She felt so sick to her stomach. How could these types of things keep happening to her?
She tried pushing him away, but he pulled her toward him then banged her back against the metal siding. She screamed, but he repeated that move three, maybe four times. She was losing her breath and her focus on fighting him. The pain was all consuming.
“You will be mine. Fuck that, you are mine. Monte, Bills, Morphis, none of them gonna ever get to have what’s mine,” he yelled at her then covered her mouth. He plunged his tongue between her teeth and groped her with his hands. He was ripping her shirt, scratching her hips and back. She thought about the night before she left home and how her mother’s boyfriend beat her with his belt because she wouldn’t let him touch her. She pulled her mind to the present. All men were pigs. All they wanted was to claim and control women and use them for sex.
Ariel may be fine with that life, but not Lena.
She fought back.
“I’ve been taking care of myself for years, Kenny.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about taking care of yourself anymore. Not with me, Quinn, and Blake around.” She gasped at his audacity. Was he insinuating that she would easily accept such a relationship as what they were used to? A ménage? What the fuck?
Before she could begin to lose her temper, they heard knocking on the front door. Kenny wiped his mouth then winked at her. “I’ll get that.”
“While you’re getting that, you can let yourself out, Kenny,” she stated firmly.
“Not a chance in hell, darling,” he stated over his shoulder as he winked at her.
The cocky bastard was a control freak. Wonderful.
As she turned to see who was at the front door, she saw Blake. He was carrying a couple of brown bags.
“Come on in.” Kenny opened the door and Blake appeared. Goddamn it, did her pussy clench with appreciation for Blake? Dark black shirt, tight blue jeans, and his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked from Lena to Kenny. Kenny was fixing his shirt, which had come undone while they were making out in her bed. A blush covered her cheeks. She felt the warmth as Kenny shoved his shirt back into place.
“Brought you coffee and a muffin from town. I stopped by the doc’s office, but they said you had the day off.” Blake stated as he slowly approached her. He held out the coffee to her, and she took a deep breath as she stared up into his eyes.
He was lethal, and any woman would become putty in his hands.
“Thanks, Blake. I appreciate it.”
She took a sip then looked back at both men.
Kenny was leaning against the table, and Blake was standing a few feet away from her.
He stepped closer and cupped her cheek. She backed up and hit the wall. Blake trapped her against it.
He took her cup from her hand and placed it on the table beside Kenny.
“I ought to throw you over my knee and spank your ass, Lena. What in God’s name were you thinking not telling us what happened and riding your fucking bike home in the pouring rain? The police were called. Those assholes could have—” He stopped short as she nibbled her bottom lip. He pressed her against the wall, stared into her eyes, and clenched his teeth. “Lena,” he whispered, sounding desperate. Then he covered her mouth with his own. He kissed her and she was clearly knocked off-balance at his move. He tasted like coffee and mint, and his body was heavy and solid against her breasts. He held her face between his hands as he made love to her mouth. She was on fire with such need, and it had to have stemmed from getting felt up by Kenny only minutes ago. When his right hand smoothed down her throat, making her feel feminine and controlled, she felt her insides tingle with desire. His thumb caressed her throat then roamed over her shoulder, down her right side until he reached her waist.
She kissed him back and wrapped her arms the best she could around his wide shoulders. He lifted her hips and caressed her thighs so that she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist. He used the wall behind her as leverage to taste more of her skin and her body. She moaned into his mouth then felt his muscles beneath her fingertips. He released her lips to kiss her neck and shoulder. His hands were everywhere. They were on her hips, her thighs, and even her ass. She felt his long, thick finger press against her shorts and over her slit, and she jumped only for him to hold her tighter. He teased her clit, rubbed back and forth against her pussy, making her entire body wind up tight as a spring.
“Oh God, what are you doing to me, Blake?”