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  Made Men 4: One More Time

  Gisella Manini hasn’t loved a man since college, and for good reason. The last thing she expects is to fall for two made men. Hadn’t she learned the first time around?

  She’s dead set on ignoring the attraction she feels for Fedarro and Collin Fiorre, two very powerful and dominant men in a world she wants nothing to do with. Resisting their charms and following her gut instincts are two paths that could lead to destruction or possibly influence her decision. But when their kisses taste so good and their hands feel even better, how could any sane woman deny them?

  She won’t be another notch in their belts, however. She’s worked too hard for her success—and to protect her heart. Their attraction is powerful, indeed, so giving in one more time and taking a chance could lead to happiness or an untimely death.

  A risk at a love so strong she’s willing to take.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois, Romantic Suspense

  Length: 53,300 words

  MADE MEN 4: ONE MORE

  TIME

  Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  MADE MEN 4: ONE MORE TIME

  Copyright © 2017 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-100-5

  First Publication: March 2017

  Cover design by Les Byerley

  All art and logo copyright © 2017 by Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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  DEDICATION

  Dear readers,

  Thank you for purchasing this legal copy of Made Men 4: One More Time. Gisella is a strong, independent woman who has loved deeply before and lost terribly. Those scars, those fears are real and have inhibited her from pursuing any other relationship with a man—until she meets Collin and Fedarro Fiorre.

  She swore off made men or any man, for that matter, who was involved with a dangerous profession. However, she didn’t count on the power of the connection, the instant desire she feels the more time she is exposed to Collin and Fedarro’s personalities. She soon realizes she is safest with them, meant to be with them and love again.

  May you enjoy her journey as she fights against not only her emotions and fears, but against the power of true love, which is something not even evil itself can destroy.

  Happy reading.

  Hugs!

  Dixie

  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 One More Time and allow your imagination to soar freely.

  For all titles by Dixie Lynn Dwyer, please visit

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  About the Author

  Prologue

  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

  Landmarks

  Cover

  MADE MEN 4: ONE MORE

  TIME

  DIXIE LYNN DWYER

  Copyright © 2017

  Prologue

  “I really don’t give a shit what Frado Pasanno’s complaints are. He owes us. Now don’t bother me with any more bullshit about this subject. We’re done,” Collin said and disconnected the call.

  He exhaled, leaning back in the SUV. He glanced at one of his guards, Lenox. Roman was driving. His brother, Fedarro, was meeting him with Ziek and Cobra at the fund-raiser at the art center. They needed to make an appearance and then head to Club Magique for a private birthday celebration for Corrano. It had been a couple of months since he had been shot and Caprice abducted. Corrano was a good man. He was loyal to his cousins and to Caprice, who had definitely snagged Angelo’s, Vito’s, and Morano’s hearts. Their cousins were happy and super-protective of their woman.

  He heard his phone buzz and glanced down at the text. Monique was going to be here tonight and was looking to hook up. Earlier he’d gotten a text from Angela saying she would be at Club Magique if he and his brother were around. Neither excited him, and he knew why. Caprice’s friend Gisella remained on his and his brother’s minds. She was sexy, gorgeous, smart, funny, and completely uninterested in him or his brother. It really got under his skin that the woman showed no interest whatsoever despite the attraction. At one point, at Club Magique, as they listened to Caprice perform on stage, he eased up close to her and whispered into her ear. He purposely let his lips touch her neck, and damn did she smell good. She eased back, and he pushed his luck by sliding a hand on her hip. A moment later, pushing his luck again, Collin remembered sliding his fingers up her ribs, feeling how trim and fit she was, and right before he stroked under her breast she pulled forward.

  He had been too aggressive. He was definitely not used to a woman pulling away, but it seemed that aggression annoyed her.

  That didn’t stop Fedarro from investigating her and finding out where she lived, worked and the interesting coincidence that she was involved with a business investment he and his brother were preparing to sign on to. To protect their names, and to stay anonymous with a lot of their business investments, they used a cover person or company. It was legit. When an investigation went deep enough, his and F
edarro’s names were certified on every contract. This ensured that people didn’t know exactly how much they were worth and what they owned or had investments in and helped to build an extensive portfolio most people only fantasized about.

  Collin kind of wished Fedarro hadn’t snooped around about Gisella, but that was Fedarro—obsessive compulsive, untrusting, and always accusatory of people, especially women looking to scam or find a way to get money from them. How surprised they were to find out Gisella had grown up a few blocks from Bella Costanza, had paid her own way through college and obtained her master’s, had a father and uncles who owned an appliance repair shop and a mom and aunts who were seamstresses for a local boutique, and had worked her way up into the corporate and high-end real estate field.

  The SUV stopped, and Collin and Lenox got out. They made their way up the large stone stairway to the main entrance of the hotel, a very upscale venue just a few blocks from Club Magique.

  He spotted his brother immediately, looking displeased as usual and pissed off. The closer he got, he realized who was talking to him, and Collin felt annoyed. Lou Carvetti and some bimbo. He and his partner, Sal Dorinno, did some jobs for Tudoro Garlitto and were always asking to do jobs for Collin and Fedarro. He and Fedarro didn’t trust the guys at all.

  As Collin approached, about to interrupt the conversation, his eyes locked onto a classy brunette in one hell of a sexy black dress that dipped low in the back, accentuating a perfectly round ass. There were several men surrounding her, smiling and eyeing her, and she waved her hand as if playfully dismissing them. Another two men approached whom Collin recognized immediately—Keller Hawk and Andrew Perkins, the owners of the real estate firm they were about to complete a sale of multiple high-rise apartment buildings from. The brunette turned to face them, and Collin felt his chest tighten. Then a growl nearly escaped from his mouth as Keller pulled Gisella close and kissed her cheek.

  Her hand landed on his arm, and she smiled but pulled back. Andrew kissed her next, and Collin took in the sight of her full, large breasts accentuated by the designer slim-fitting cocktail dress. She looked like some supermodel with class and sophistication. She pulled back again, obviously not wanting to be so close to any man, and he was relieved but jealous—fucking jealous beyond belief.

  “We’re busy. Take a walk,” Collin rudely interrupted, and Lou Carvetti immediately walked away.

  “Do you see what I see?” Collin asked his brother, and Fedarro didn’t respond. “What is she doing here?”

  “Don’t know, Collin. I thought we talked about this.”

  “You haven’t said shit. I, on the other hand, am curious about her.”

  “Don’t be,” Fedarro stated.

  Keller Hawk looked their way, widened his eyes, and gave a wave. He reached for Gisella’s arm and whispered into her ear. Collin wanted to rip the guy’s fucking head off for touching her and pressing so close. He couldn’t believe the rage he felt, and the woman wasn’t even his—yet.

  She turned and locked gazes with him then Fedarro as Keller and his partner, Andrew, guided her toward them with hands at her lower back. They acted like they owned her. Did they? Were they sleeping with her? His anger grew deeper. Collin and his brother towered over the men and Gisella.

  “Good evening, Mr. and Mr. Fiorre. It’s so nice to see you here this evening.” Keller reached out his hand for them to shake.

  The ass kisser. He should be kissing their asses. They were going to make him a pretty penny when they signed the deal for the sale of the building.

  “Good evening, Keller,” Collin said.

  Fedarro merely gave a nod. His brother was brewing over seeing Gisella and all the men flirting with her.

  “We would like for you to meet Gisella Maninni. She’s our top executive with business relations and sales at Keller Perkins.”

  “It’s an honor to meet both of you,” she said and reached out for Fedarro to take her hand.

  “Gisella, no need for formalities among friends,” Fedarro said, pulled her close, and kissed her neck and cheek, letting his palm glide along her bare lower back.

  When he pulled back, Collin saw the stunned expressions on her bosses’ faces as he used the opportunity to kiss her cheek, too, inhale her perfume, and whisper into her ear, “A nice surprise indeed.”

  “You know Gisella?” Keller narrowed his eyes at her.

  She held her own, straightened her shoulders, and smiled softly at her bosses. “Their cousins are dating one of my very best friends. We have met before and have friends in the same circle. That’s all.” She pretended to look around them.

  “We had no idea. Please keep us in mind for any real estate business you might need. You could also contact Gisella, considering you know her so well,” Andrew said and then looked at Gisella like he was jealous.

  Another man came over to interrupt. “Excuse me, Mr. Hawk. I’d like for you to meet Bob Mathews and Michael Solar.”

  Andrew whispered something to Gisella, and she raised one of her eyebrows at him. “I think we’ve been over this before. I’m off duty in twenty minutes. You’ll figure things out,” she said to her boss and started to walk past them when Collin grabbed her arm.

  “Have a drink with us at least,” he said.

  Fedarro remained where he was, eyeing Andrew, as Collin and Gisella walked to the nearby bar.

  “What would you like?” he asked. He couldn’t stop gazing at her breasts, her bare shoulders, or her gorgeous face. Those light-green eyes were stunning. Her dainty, simple necklace, a diamond sitting right above the slight bit of cleavage, was sexy, classy, and holy shit, why did he even notice such a thing? He couldn’t help himself when it came to Gisella. He memorized everything about her from head to toe, knowing he’d like to explore her personally with lips and tongue.

  The bartender smiled at her. “How are you this evening, Gisella?”

  She smiled back. “Hanging in there, Ray.”

  The bartender placed a glass of champagne down on the bar for Gisella. “Mr. Fiorre, what can I get you?” Ray asked.

  “Patron on the rocks, please.”

  The bartender nodded.

  “How is Elizabeth? Is she still thinking of changing her major?” Gisella asked Ray.

  “She is driving her mother and me crazy. I wish she would just choose and then finish up and get a job. It would be nice to retire completely,” Ray said to her.

  “She’ll come around, and then you can move full time to that house in Florida.”

  “Ahh, that dream is what gets me through work,” he said, and Gisella smiled.

  The bartender had called him by his last name, obviously knowing who Collin was, but Gisella really knew him on a personal level. He found their conversation interesting. She was likable and down to earth despite her lucrative, established business career and the stuck-up people she worked with. Some women would flaunt their successes. Not Gisella.

  Then Fedarro approached, and Ray stood a little straighter. Fedarro had that immediate effect on people. That intimidating, almost daunting expression; his dark eyes; and an arrogance in his demeanor all added to the intimidation. He was very tall and muscular and gave an instant air of importance and class. Collin was said to have a more approachable personality.

  “Drink, sir?” Ray asked.

  Fedarro shook his head and stepped close to Gisella. “Did you get your phone fixed?” Fedarro asked her, straight-faced as he stared down into her eyes.

  At six feet three, his brother towered over Gisella, even with her very high heels.

  “My phone fixed?” she asked, looking confused.

  Fedarro reached out, stroked her jaw, and clenched her chin. “Why else wouldn’t you return my call?”

  Gisella’s face flushed. She lowered her eyes. “Fedarro.”

  He stepped closer and placed one hand on her hip and the other on the bar, caging her in. Fedarro whispered close to her ear, but Collin could hear him.

  “We were concerned for yo
u. For what went down at the hospital, how things might have affected you. Then, of course, there was the night at the Club Magique. I thought we were going to make plans.”

  She exhaled and looked at Collin, who remained staring at her. He wanted nothing more than to take her out of this party and home to their penthouse to explore her sexy body.

  “I don’t know why you would make such an assumption.”

  Fedarro pulled back but kept a hand on the bar and against her back. “I never assume anything, Gisella. So tell me, how are you?”

  She took a deep breath and exhaled. “I’m doing well, and you?”

  He stared at her face, and Collin took a sip from the glass of Patron, letting the liquid slide down his throat. It did nothing to take away the desire he had for this woman.

  “Doing well, thank you. How long have you worked for the Hawk and Perkins Agency?” his brother asked.

  “Three years.”

  He widened his eyes. “And you’re a top executive? Moved up rather quickly,” Fedarro said, eyeing her.

  Fedarro was always so suspicious of everyone. By Giselle’s shocked expression, she seemed offended. She took a sip from her champagne and held Fedarro’s gaze.

  “Perhaps you’ve never heard of a woman having a strong work ethic, busting her ass, being a grunt, then actually making a name for herself through experience in a particular job and not by spreading her legs.” She eyed him. “Or perhaps not.”

  “I’m certain that’s not what my brother meant,” Collin stated.

  She looked at him, then back at Fedarro, but instead of apologizing, his brother pushed. Fedarro pressed closer. He stared down into Gisella’s eyes.