Made Men 8: All or Nothing (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting), page 1
Made Men 8: All or Nothing
Alda wants to be more than just a one-night-stand, but fighting an attraction to four badass made men might prove to be deadly. She tries to resist their charms and their lack of communication because they’re so tough, commanding, and have reputations to keep. But when they turn her away after a night of bliss, she’s pissed, believes she deserves more, and looks elsewhere.
Their connection is powerful, but other factors affect her judgment—like the two other sexy, wealthy business men who respect her and pay attention, a business deal in her favor, and choices that become a game of trusting her heart or her gut, of choosing passion or turning away for something more suitable and safe.
When Royce, Brew, Train, and Logic challenge her to take all or nothing, the risk could end not only her career but also her life.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Romantic Suspense
Length: 64,822 words
MADE MEN 8: ALL OR
Dixie Lynn Dwyer
Siren Publishing, Inc.
A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
MADE MEN 8: ALL OR NOTHING
Copyright © 2017 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer
First Publication: May 2017
Cover design by Les Byerley
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Dear readers, thank you for purchasing this legal copy of All or Nothing. Alda is a very strong, professional woman, and hanging around her girlfriends and their love interests have surely taught her a thing or two about made men.
So when Alda starts having this strong attraction to Brew, Royce, Logic, and Train, she puts on the breaks, slams up the walls, and questions the power of their connection and attraction.
Those made men aren’t exactly ready to admit how Alda makes them feel, and the idea of being vulnerable and weak isn’t something they are used to or willing to admit to.
That denial sends her straight into danger all because they couldn’t accept reality or fate itself. May you enjoy their story as they learn that in a relationship like this one, and an attraction so strong, they must give all or nothing, or lose her completely.
ABOUT THE 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 descendants 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.
Enjoy All or Nothing and allow your imagination to soar freely.
For all titles by Dixie Lynn Dwyer, please visit
Table of Contents
About the Author
MADE MEN 8: ALL OR
DIXIE LYNN DWYER
Copyright © 2017
“Which one?” Matt asked his partner.
“The redhead,” Shady replied and chewed on the toothpick as he watched the women by the bar.
“Are you sure? I was thinking the brunette looks easier,” Matt said and then looked around them, making sure that no one was watching, or could be suspicious. The club was crowded enough and the redhead was with several other women and all flirting, drinking heavily, making them all easy targets.
“Nah, the redhead is what the boss will like,” Shady added and then ordered two more drinks.
Matt thought about that. Their boss had particular tastes. This redhead had a bit more muscle on her but a super body. The boss did say to change it up a little and choose something a little different. A redhead would fit that criteria as well as her designer style. The boss was antsy when he was traveling, and would be in the penthouse within the next hour. They needed to move quickly and have her ready for him.
“Let’s do this,” Matt said to Shady and both men made their way over to the ladies.
* * * *
Cindy was laughing at something Beth was saying. These two super hot guys that came over to flirt and then some others guys did, too, and they were all dancing and having a good time. She could feel her head getting a little fuzzy when Colby, the one guy who she noticed watching her from the bar with his friend earlier, offered her a drink. She had half of it and now she felt really buzzed.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her off the dance floor.
“Maybe you overdid it out there, honey,” he said and she smiled and nodded.
“I guess so. It is pretty crowded,” she replied, her gut clenched, and then the room began to spin. The music started to really slow down and she held on to Colby tighter.
“Maybe she needs fresh air. It’s so damn hot and crowded in the place and the music is loud,” Lance, the other guy, said, raising his voice over the music, which to her sounded distorted, and Colby agreed.
“Come on, Cindy. We’ll take care of you,” Colby told her and they headed through the crowd, her legs starting to feel weak. It felt like Colby was practically lifting her along the way, and out the back door. The cool evening air hit her skin. The sou
She gripped on to Colby. She stared into his dark brown eyes. They were narrowed at her and a smirk showed on his face. She hoped she wasn’t embarrassing herself.
“I think something is wrong. I didn’t drink that much, but I…feel wasted.” She slurred her speech and he guided her down the sidewalk and to the corner street along with Lance.
“I think you sound perfect, and just about ready.”
“Ready for what?” she asked.
“Your date with Tatum,” Lance said and Colby helped her get into the backseat of an SUV. She inhaled the smell of men’s cologne, leather seats, and lavender.
Colby held her on his lap as Lance disappeared. Then she felt the SUV moving.
Suddenly Cindy couldn’t move. Her arms went limp. All muscle control failed and she heard Colby’s muffled voice.
“She has got a great set of breasts. The boss is going to enjoy her.”
“Yes, he will, and look at the time. He’ll be there within the hour.”
“So we can explore her a little, too. To get her ready,” Colby said and smiled down at her and then began to undo her top. Suddenly there were three of them. His face multiplied, her head spun, and then darkness overtook her vision.
The soft sounds of Italian music added to the ambiance of “Oliva,” the name of the martini bar Alda, Donata, and Alessa were starting the evening at. Donata and Alessa were talking to two guys they knew who worked for Tudoro Garlitto, Mickey, and Spence. She was thinking about work as she sipped at her pomegranate martini and took in the atmosphere of the place. The low lighting, the upscale décor, and the Tuscany and industrial influence around the place. It wasn’t too big. She knew there was more intimate seating in the back room along with a fireplace that was always packed in the winter months. She liked the bar area the most with the old-fashioned brass and cherrywood bar, the mirrored backdrop and lots of original wood work from centuries ago. She was pretty sure this place had a lot of history.
“Need another one, sweetheart?” the bartender asked her and she shook her head.
“The boss is buying,” he told her and the bartender nodded behind her. She turned to look and there was Logic Foster, one of the Coglonie brothers’ security guys. She felt her heart race and warmth hit her cheeks at the sight of him. Six feet three, wide shoulders, blond hair and those eyes. Jesus, he had killer eyes and looking at him made her body react big time. Not smart.
Her mind processed what the bartender had said. The boss is buying. Did that mean Logic owned the place or the Coglonies? She knew the Coglonies owned many places around New York.
“Good evening, Alda,” he said softly to her, yet that deep voice still seemed to penetrate her skin on an intimate level.
“Hi, Logic. How are you?” she asked, sliding off the stool to greet him out of respect one gives to a man of his power and authority in the organized crime world. His hands went right to her hips, then one slid up her back. She felt a mix of emotions as women looked on, admiring his ass for sure, and then sending daggers her way. She felt self-conscious. She definitely didn’t like feeling on display and she stiffened a moment as he pressed closer, looked her over, and gave her a wink.
His cologne attacked her senses. His manliness, and the feel of hard muscles and large, warm hands connected with her body.
“Doing well. What are you doing here?” he asked, and kissed her cheek, wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed close to her. She inhaled, shocked by the sensations she felt and by his move. The last few times she bumped into him or spent time with him and Train, they were flirty, but held back, and were even called away for some sort of “business” with the Coglonie men. She wondered how Giada handled her men and their business positions. Logic made her very nervous.
When he released her she instantly felt the loss, which was so odd. Plenty of times men hugged her, maybe took advantage of pressing up close to her and she felt nothing. Logic, on the other hand, made her heart race and her feel like she needed to impress him or something. It was so weird. Did she think she wasn’t good enough for him? Maybe it was all the attention he, Train, Royce, and Brew got. Why she pooled them all together she didn’t know, but she did. She saw them as one unit.
He slid his hand at her lower back and looked at the bartender. “She’ll take another one and I’ll have Captain and Coke,” he told the bartender.
She eased back onto the stool and crossed her legs. He stood with his back against the bar and looked at her.
“Thank you for the drink. It wasn’t necessary.”
“I saw you immediately and hoped to buy you a drink. Maybe talk alone,” he said, holding her gaze but sweeping his eyes over her chest. The dress she wore accentuated her full breasts, yet wasn’t too sexy at all. The bartender put the drinks down and he passed her the pomegranate martini. She couldn’t believe what he was saying. Now her nervous meter went up another notch.
“What shall we toast to?” he asked her, holding her gaze. Those deep blue eyes, blond hair, and the tight dress shirt in blue he wore showed off his muscles and those incredible eyes.
“Martinis!” Donata chimed in and Alessa, Mickey, and Spence laughed.
Logic looked back at Alda as if the interruption annoyed him. His dark blue eyes narrowed, and she could just imagine what a man like him looked like pissed off. She did recall how demanding Royce, Brew, Train, and Logic were when Giada went missing. Royce and Logic had placed guards on Alda as a precaution, which was something that happened before when one of her other friends was in danger. It was the looks in their eyes, the cold, hard expressions, and their commanding orders that interested her. She thought they were flirting several times, and even touched her, caressed her arm, hell, when each of them greeted her hello she always felt a light caress across her ass but it was so quick, so light she wondered if she imagined it. Perhaps she just wanted to experience what her friends were experiencing. The attention, the care and protection of made men. Or simply a ménage?
“To martinis,” he said and they clinked glasses. As they took sips they both held one another’s gazes. Something was brewing here and she wondered what?
* * * *
Logic took this opportunity to enjoy Alda’s company. She was gorgeous, classy, professional, and totally out of his league. A woman as gorgeous, sexy, and professional would want nothing to do with a made man, an enforcer for made men like the Coglonies. Although he, Train, Brew, and Royce owned their own businesses with the bosses, and established their own monies and successes, it was done secretively. Their position as enforcers for Dominick, Giuseppe, and Andreas Coglonie was top priority. Things were changing though. More men, members of the Coglonie family, were taking over security as Dominick and the crew made changes. Their first priority was Giada. He envied them.
He stared at Alda. Her thick, gorgeous brown hair a little past her shoulders was done up in large curls. He loved when she straightened it, too, and it swayed behind her sexy, muscular back. The woman had one hell of a body, and the last time he saw her at Club X, she wore a low dip dress that accentuated her large breasts and revealed a little too much skin. He nearly clocked a guy who had been hitting on her and stroking her bare shoulder. He wondered if she was disappointed that the guy never returned to hit on her after he went to the men’s room? Logic got rid of him quickly, threatening him to stay clear of Alda or else.
He felt a bit dickish. There he was, staking some sort of claim or authority over the woman and she wasn’t his woman. Oh, but he would love for her to be. He just wasn’t the commitment kind of guy, nor were his buddies Brew, Royce, and Train. They were one more fucked up than the other.
“So, what are you doing here, Logic? The bartender referred to you as the boss?” she asked him and took another sip of her martini.
Some guy came over to order drinks and Logic took the opportunity to mo
“Train and I run the place. For the Coglonies,” he added as she looked around as if searching for Train. Could she be interested in him, too? Fuck, they all talked about her. Except Royce. He remained straight-faced and all business. With any other woman Logic could do that, too. Hell, he could screw a woman and get what he wanted from her and then never talk to her again. Alda was different. Alda affected him and he didn’t even kiss her yet. He practically feared getting that close, yet here he was flirting, touching, looking for maybe a little taste just to get this curiosity out of his head.
“That’s great. I didn’t even know that they owned the place. I remember Giada saying that the Coglonies own multiple bars and restaurants. Do you both help out with them, too?” she asked.
Someone bumped into her chair as the bar area got more and more crowded. He gave the guy a mean expression and then he felt the hand on his hand. He looked down at Alda.
“It’s okay,” she said and eased off the bar stool and then stepped right next to the bar.
When she released his hand, the sensations still affecting his entire body, he slid his palm along her waist and pulled her close to him.
“Maybe you should stay closer. That guy nearly elbowed you in the head,” he said, staring at her lips. They were parted, her green eyes wide as if shocked by his move or maybe the feel of him so close. He pushed the connection a little further and maneuvered her so his palm was half over her lower back and ass. Fuck, she had a superb ass. It stuck out all sexy and curvy. She didn’t pull away but brought her martini to her lips and took a long sip, like she needed it to steady her. He felt as if no amount of shots of alcohol in the world could numb what he was feeling right now. Possessive, lustful, needy, and it didn’t help that she looked at him with the same expression. He needed to slow down or he would do something stupid. Like kiss her. She wasn’t some slut, or a woman who slept around. His curiosity about her made him dig a little. Not too much like some stalker, but enough to know she wasn’t easy, and she was a professional woman.
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