Part of Series
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Fantasy/Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, werewolves, spanking, HEA] Orion and Palidor Venificus, members of the Brothers of Were, are on the hunt for rogue wolves killing their people. Searching for their lost brother, Draco, they come across Ariella Crimson in danger of being attacked. They remember her as a child, keeping watch as their parents visited. The Venificus, McFay, Crimson, and Sinclaire packs are well connected. Ariella’s all grown up, and their wolves are very interested. Being a Fae and Were, and having some plans of her own, Ariella uses magic to keep her intended mates at bay. She’s twenty-two, and not exactly ready to settle down. But once she becomes the hunted, and her special abilities tune her into what is about to happen, she allows her mates to claim her. She puts her own life in danger in order to locate Draco and will need all the power of their love and connection to save their pack territory from annihilation. This is only the beginning, and Ariella’s discovery is sure to change Were history for all of time.
Author
People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers. My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused. Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor. Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary. I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name. Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.
