The American Soldier Collection 2: Mastering the Art of Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Gia laughed. “Tell me about it,” she said then picked up an empty plate.
Mariana couldn’t help but thank the good Lord above for watching over her and leading her to Jax and Jameson. She was down and just trying to survive in hopes to achieve what were once impossible goals. She had learned that nothing was impossible with the love and support of her two men and of course of her newfound family.
To think that Jax and Jameson were once strangers, men of wealth whom she served hors d’oeuvres to and thought immediately how handsome they were. To then have them as lovers because their attraction was so strong that not even economic barriers or stigmas of rich and poor stood in the way. They simply saw her for whom she was, a young woman trying to make a better life for herself, one day at a time, one paycheck at a time while working two jobs and going to school.
Their instant attraction, love at first sight, brought them together, and now, because of that love a new family was growing and Mariana no longer saw life as a struggle to remain alive, but as a gift to make a difference in the world and to raise a family with the love, commitment, and encouragement she never had.
She looked at Jax and Jameson and their happy expressions. There was so much she wanted to tell them and to share with them as to how much they touched her and how important they were to her life. The words came in an instant today, in her mind and where her soul whispered what she couldn’t say aloud.
I used to dream of love. I wanted to find it, but not waste time searching for it, when I was so determined to succeed in life. With my back against the obvious, it struck me like a bolt of lightning. There they were, two handsome men, standing in an art gallery, looking bored and unemotional. Then our eyes met. Double time, and I knew that something changed in me. Jax and Jameson Spaulding. You will always be my destiny, my lovers, my heroes, and my everything.
THE END
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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 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.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
About the Author