Part of Series
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M, bondage, HEA] Seeking some alone time to gather new recipes for Aubert's and enjoy some stress-free days, Ellena Aubert takes a weeklong vacation in New Orleans. There she meets a mysterious stranger on the streets of the French Quarter. He seems well respected, but when he shows up again when she’s shopping, Ellena becomes suspicious. After all, she may live in the Bayou, but she knows men, and they can’t all be trusted. She follows her gut and ignores his attempt to draw her into his seduction, and she focuses on the reason for her trip. While dining with an old friend and sampling delicious Cajun foods, she bumps into Mack Rue, a man she had lusted for in the past. She finally breaks down and accepts Mack, Leon, Troy, and Roy Rue’s advances on her after years of fighting them tooth and nail. All seems great until the suspicious stranger comes back to haunt her and she finds herself submerged in a federal investigation that ultimately risks her own life and the lives of her lovers. Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
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.
