Their Greatest Treasure (MFM)

Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 39,616
40 Ratings (4.6)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Nash and Riker blame themselves for their lover’s death after losing her during an investigation. Now retired Federal Agents and entrepreneurs, they’re billionaires, and their club is turning into a dive. They try to fill their empty hearts with money, women, and even alcohol, but it’s no use, they can’t let go of the past.
Chastity Malone is hired to help Riker and Nash Riley, two sexy twins with attitude. She’s reserved and untrusting, with a past and heartache of her own. By coincidence, their pasts collide, bringing them trouble and testing their fate in one another.
Chastity is threatened and assaulted. She is submerged in a web of lies by coincidence.
Riker and Nate must forget about the past and filter through the lies to save the one woman that completes them. But they didn’t count on one obsessed ex lover, an unsolved case, challenges to their faith, and a woman so strong, so determined to prove her innocence, she’s ready to die to prove it.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
Their Greatest Treasure (MFM)
40 Ratings (4.6)

Their Greatest Treasure (MFM)

Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 39,616
40 Ratings (4.6)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
Chastity really has a lot going on in her life, a stalker, a big job revamping a crappy night club and 2 men who can’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Riker is burying himself in booze and women while Nash just lives with blame and grief. That does make for an interesting story line in a lot of ways when you’re in the mood for such a story. I seriously did like these three characters and I really have to say I was proud of Chastity for standing proud and strong as she chose to stand and fight. I wish I could go into exact detail but then you would read the book because I gave it all away. I do think Nash needs to think before he speaks because his mouth before his brain takes over is utterly stupid. Riker would have been better off speaking for both him and Nash in some cases. I really am having a hard time being super critical about the brothers’ behavior because they are both just broken and have seem to have undiscovered trust issues, but then who can blame them (again read the book to find out why). The bedroom scenes when they finally get there are pretty hot and steamy and worth waiting for.

Honestly, I think that someone should really consider sticking some TNT up Desi’s ass because that man is a really piece of shit (dang it now I have to edit for publishing in Amazon, ugh). I have read a number of books by Dixie Lynn Dwyer and she certainly knows how to create some seriously twisted bad guy creeps. She is also great about how she writes her female characters. I have so many questions I would love to ask her.

I was going over my notes from my first read through of Their Greatest Treasure and found that I had written that the story was boring and that I had to take several breaks. On my second read through I felt the complete opposite, which just proves that all books are worth at least one second chance. I don’t remember what my state of mind was the first time through the story, but given the last 5 years my guess is no place pleasant. I am really super happy about the fact that I didn’t write a review after my first reading of this story because I would have been eating those words with a new review.

Happy Reading
Laura's Book Binge
I just finished the book. All I can say is it was delish and I can't wait for the others!




Chastity Malone stood in front of her boss, Colt Morgan, as they waited to see an acquaintance of Jett and Flynn Greyson’s, who owned The Phantom, nightclub and restaurant. Now that place was phenomenal. She stood in front of Colt, discussing the reason for the meeting and the fact that two bachelors, Nash and Riker Riley, were looking to redo their night club, The Jewelry Box. She would never even think of stepping into such a club on her own personal time. It was a haven for perverted men looking to get lucky and women who drooled and opened wide for men with deep pockets. And boy, did the Greysons have deep pockets. They were wealthy, and so were their close friends. That was a group of individuals she would never fit in with.

Chastity led a boring, conservative lifestyle. She made sixty thousand dollars a year working with Colt Morgan, and that was just fine with her. She didn’t date. She didn’t trust men, and surely, she didn’t have the ability or the flow of money to invest in things like owning a nightclub or seducing a billionaire.

She respected those who worked hard for their money, just like she did.

She had heard a lot about Nash and Riker. Colt warned her that they were difficult to deal with and that Riker had a bit of a drinking problem.

The door shoved open with a roar of laughter, as two gorgeous, sexy men entered. Following them were two other incredibly good-looking men, Jett and Flynn Greyson. She had helped them improve the restaurant part of their club, The Phantom.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Colt asked as each of the men shook his hand.

Chastity tried to calm her breathing. The amount of testosterone in the room, along with the muscles and good looks, was nearly overwhelming. Sexy designer-shirt-covered perfection stood around her. Suddenly she felt insecure and obsolete. These were four billionaires. All in one room, and all around her, smiling.

Yikes. Down girl. You can handle this.

“Who is this?” one man asked as he looked her over. She immediately saw that look in his eyes. She’d seen it before. She thought she was unaffected by such looks, but not from him. The man gave her goose bumps everywhere. This one had to be Riker. Colt warned her that he was a complete flirt.

“Riker, meet Chastity Malone,” Jett Greyson said then winked.

The others chuckled.

“Chastity, huh?” he asked then smiled. He reached for her hand, and when their fingers touched, he appeared affected. She felt that zing of attraction, and if she could, she would have given herself a swift kick in the behind.

“Hello, Chastity, I’m Nash Riley. It’s nice to meet you,” Nash said.

Riker immediately released her hand, but the reprieve was short lived as Nash took her hand next. Their eyes locked, and once again she felt a zing of attraction.

Not good. These men have reputations. They like to share women for crying out loud. Stay clear. Stay focused. Do your job.

“Nice to meet you both.” She pulled her hand from Nash and his odd, surprised expression. Suddenly, he looked pissed off.

“So, Chastity and I would like to know what exactly you two have in mind for The Jewelry Box?” Colt asked.

“Well, we need changes to be made. We’re not happy with the clientele or the staff.”

Chastity took out her leather binder and notebook and took notes. She crossed her legs, pushed her long, blonde hair over one shoulder, and then fixed her skirt. She realized that the room went silent, and when she looked up, all four men were watching her, and Colt cleared his throat.

“The first thing we need to do is visit the club. We’d like to see it during the day, and then at night. We’ll need access to your staff, the security you have, and the kitchen,” Colt stated.

Chastity swallowed hard. Riker was in a dead stare at her.

She felt self-conscious now. Is this what these men did? Did they stare at a woman like barbarians, and then decide if they wanted to make a move? Perhaps they shopped for women like they shopped for expensive cars and yachts and shit like that. Oh God, why am I shaking? Why is my pussy clenching? Well, you know why. They’re beautiful.

Riker and Nash were nearly identical, but as she watched them explain their likes and dislikes about their club, she saw some major differences in them. Riker was fast. Like a Bugatti Veyron, Riker was very fast. He liked instant, and no connections. He seemed ready to move on to the next thing as he added his comments then looked at his watch repeatedly as if he were impatient to move on to the next place. His eyes were a beautiful bold blue color. They stood out on his handsome face, as much as his very firm lips. He seemed arrogant, yet had already made several jokes that got them all to laugh.

Nash on the other hand, was like a Ferrari, or perhaps even a Jaguar. He seemed discreet, conservative, yet debonair in his designer blue dress shirt and designer dress pants. His shoes were Fendi, or some kind of high-end designer shoes. He had a small scar by his left ear. He looked right at her, and his dark blue eyes bored into her, making her turn away. But even as she scribbled some notes on the paper, she could see his face, and had already memorized his features. These twins could give any sane woman, palpitations. She glanced at them again and found herself undressing them with her eyes. Boxers or briefs? Or perhaps, nothing at all.




She watched the various tropical fish swimming through the water. There were so many different species. Maybe one day she could go snorkeling.

“Is this seat taken?”

She swung her head around the moment she heard Nash’s voice. Surprised to see him here, she felt her jaw drop and then the second voice sounded on her other side.

“How about this one?” Riker asked, and she looked back and forth between them. They leaned forward and she leaned back so it would be easier to talk with them.

“What are you two doing here?”

“We came to see you,” Riker said then smiled. She absorbed the sight of the tight dark blue shirt he wore and his designer jeans. A glance toward Nash, and she was surprised to see him wearing jeans and a nice navy-blue T-shirt. A Polo Ralph Lauren, by the label on the sleeve.

“What? Why? How did you—” She closed her eyes and gave a sigh of understanding. “Colt.” She whispered.

Then she crossed her legs and leaned back against the bench.

What was that man thinking? She was trying to maintain some control and sanity here. Staying away from Nash and Riker was her plan. She just needed to get through opening night tomorrow. Then she wouldn’t have to see them again.

“So, is this why you came up with the idea for our club? You like this stuff?” Nash asked.

She swallowed hard. She could do this. She could have a perfectly natural, platonic conversation and relationship with these two men. So what that her heart was causing her voice box to shut down? Maybe they didn’t notice her nipples pressing hard against the white tank top she wore beneath the sheer white blouse.

“Chastity?” Nash whispered, and then Riker placed his hand over her knee but kept his eyes straight ahead as if he were transfixed on the sea life.

His warm, large hand felt so good against her skin. She felt instantly shielded from harm. Wasn’t that a misconception?

She cleared her throat and tried to push Riker’s hand off her knee, but he wouldn’t budge. “Riker?”

“Tell me about how you came up with the aquarium idea?” Nash asked then faced her as he took her hand into his and held it on his leg. She looked down at it. She felt the excitement, the connection of having both men touch her at once. It was an amazing feeling. She had to look away from Nash. She couldn’t look at either man’s perfect face. It was too much. She felt too much.

She stared at the water in front of her.

“I didn’t pick it because I like this stuff. I asked your staff what things interested you and Riker. After some deep research, and a bit of snooping around, I found out about your fishing magazines and snorkeling trips to Maui, New Zealand, and Costa Rica, Nash. I heard you enjoy going to the beach. And Riker, I found out about your love of collecting unique art, and a bit of a fantasy about mermaids.” She smiled.

Riker squeezed her knee and Nash clasped her fingers between his fingers and gently squeezed.

“You are pretty resourceful,” Nash said.

She looked at him. “I have to be. I have to gain an understanding of the client, so I can make their dreams and visions a reality,” she replied.

Nash stared at her, and she looked up at him. She could get lost in the deep blue of his eyes.

“We didn’t give you much to go on, yet you figured out what we like.”

“Like I said, Nash, I asked your employees.”

Riker moved his hand up her thigh to her waist, and turned toward her. He cupped her face with his hand and moved closer.

“Sounds to me like you interrogated them.”

She was lost in his dark blue eyes, and how the color of his shirt brought out the blue. He leaned closer.

“It doesn’t seem fair.”

“What?” she somehow replied.

“That you know a bit about us, and we know hardly anything about you,” Riker said.

She shyly attempted to look down but Riker wouldn’t allow it. “Don’t shut us out.” He pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her softly as Nash squeezed her hand then moved his fingers and hers up under her skirt and against her skin.

Riker deepened the kiss, as Nash stroked his fingers and her own between her thighs. She kept her legs crossed and tightened up. Pulling from Riker’s kiss, she panted.

“Oh God. What are you doing to me? We’re in a public place,” she stated.

“No one is coming over here,” Riker told her very confidently.

“You don’t know that. This is a public place. Anyone can come around the corner.”

Nash stroked his finger back and forth against the V between her thighs and her panties.

“Honey, sometimes being naughty and fearing getting caught can be a total turn-on,” Riker said.

Nash stroked her panties again. “It can be very stimulating.” She was shocked. Nash was the conservative one. The un-wild twin, or so she thought.

“Oh God, this is crazy.”

“It is, but trust us and we’ll take care of you.” Riker leaned closer and began to kiss her neck and then lick her skin. He cupped her breast and she gasped. Riker covered her mouth with his. He devoured her soft moans as Nash pressed his fingers firmly between her thighs. She was struck with a whirlwind of emotions. Desire, excitement, fear, lust, all consumed her. But she couldn’t move. She could only react to the feel of their strong hands, the power of the kisses, and the safety of their arms.

She didn’t want to resist. Her pussy felt so tight and needy. One touch. Just one stroke and she would shoot off this bench.

Nash leaned against her other side and whispered into her ear. “Open for me. Let me ease that ache, baby.”

Oh my God, I want to. Oh, but I can’t. Can I? Oh hell.

She slowly uncrossed her legs. The need to feel more of Nash’s touch and to relieve the throbbing in her cunt was too much. Combined with the fear, the anticipation that someone may come into the little cove in the corner, aroused her. She wasn’t an exhibitionist, but for crying out loud, she liked the feeling she had right now.

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