A Shot of Love Potion [Love on the Rocks 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)
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Love on the Rocks 5
A Shot of Love Potion
Rose is down and out, struggling to survive, and her dream of being a famous painter is coming to an end. She’s desperate, and a split-second decision could be a mistake—or just the opening she needs.
She takes a bartending job, lands a jewelry modeling gig, and meets a man that can change her life. And he isn’t the only one. Three brothers, who she sort of knows, also come into her life and sweep her off her feet. In the end, when six men want to claim her as their woman and promise her protection and care, it seems too good to be true. She’s faced with going after her dreams or following her heart. Then, the decision is made for her.
Being thrown into an intense relationship with six dominant, sexy, wealthy, and mysterious men has Rose second guessing her decisions. Learning to trust them is easy, but the men soon find out that protecting her from the danger they have caused could be inevitable. They train her, and even teach her to use a gun, but she’s just not aggressive.
That is, until the training comes into use, and Rose is forced to defend herself and ward off her attackers while her men do all they can to find her in time.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Romantic Suspense
Length: 60,433 words
A SHOT OF LOVE POTION
Love on the Rocks 5
Dixie Lynn Dwyer
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A SHOT OF LOVE POTION
Copyright © 2016 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer
E-book ISBN: 978-1-68295-636-6
First E-book Publication: November 2016
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DEDICATION
Dear readers,
Thank you for purchasing this legal copy of A Shot of Love Potion.
They say that if you survive being down and out, and fight to get back on top again, that you can accomplish anything. That there’s a fight in each and every one of us that just needs that spark, that influence to set the spark to fire.
Rose is as sweet as can be. She lives her life with rose-colored glasses, holds inside her struggles, her mistakes, yet is willing to work hard, to do what is necessary to survive. A chance decision with little information leads to an evening that changes her life forever.
Rose is uncertain if the charms, the control, the power of six sexy men, or a kind of love potion sets her heart on fire and encourages her to fight when confrontation, violence, and death come close enough to destroy all she has fought for. The love of six men, their guidance and training, give her the tools necessary to live.
May you enjoy Rose’s story, and her journey from down and out, scrounging to get one small meal a day and holding on to her dream of one day being a famous artist, to no longer feeling like a nobody, a failure, but instead, a success.
Happy reading,
Hugs!
Dixie
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
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
Epilogue
About the Author
Landmarks
Cover
A SHOT OF LOVE POTION
Love on the Rocks 5
DIXIE LYNN DWYER
Copyright © 2016
Prologue
Slade James kneeled down on the ground, being sure to remain well hidden in the shadows of the night. He slid his backpack toward him, unzipped the bag, reached inside, and punched the numbers into the locating device. The bombs were set, five guards were taken out, and the rest of the team would move in and steal back the merchandise that had been stolen from him and his brothers.
“We’re in,” Pilot said through the ear receiver.
Slade pressed a finger to his ear. “Coordinates set, trucks on their way. Let’s sweep the building and secure our stuff,” he said and then glanced to the right. He gave a hand signal. A double side wave and then two fingers to the right to his brother Rome.
The sound of gunfire made Slade move into action.
“We got company,” his other brother Falco stated through the receiver. Slade, Rome, Palm, Facto, and a few other of their men headed toward the building.
Slade’s heart was racing, but he moved with ease, ability, and a confidence he earned with years of what many soldiers called suicide missions. He thought he was just about done with this shit, but then someone ripped off several trucks of inventory for a client, making Merk Enterprises look bad. That wasn’t
taken lightly.
He jerked to the right, handgun drawn with a silencer, and took out one, two men when a third shot at him, nearly hitting him in the head. He fired back and took him out. The man in black fell backward. Slade scanned around him and caught sight of Rome. He shot several times, hitting his targets.
“All clear,” Pilot said and climbed up into the first truck.
Slade pressed his finger to his ear. “Get in here, Facto, Palm, and get these trucks going,” he said to two of his security team members and then saw the other men who worked for them, fellow soldiers they knew for years and were now part of their security firm. They got into the trucks and Rome and Slade got into the last one.
“Everyone accounted for?” Rome asked, keeping a lookout while putting the coordinates into the hand-held device.
They all called in to Slade.
“Affirmative. Let’s get these trucks to the hanger and get the fuck home,” he said and then smiled at Rome.
Suddenly, shots broke through the windshield, hitting Rome in the chest.
Slade jerked the wheel.
“What the fuck? Rome is hit,” he said into his receiver.
He reached over.
“Rome.”
“Just keep fucking driving,” Rome yelled at him.
Slade’s adrenaline was pumping. Who was taking shots at them now? Was it the same person who stole millions of dollars’ worth of art and jewels from their clients? How would they know they came here to steal the shit back to get into their client’s better graces? What the hell was going on? Slade was pissed and as the four trucks pulled into the hanger, there were multiple men there ready to load the aircraft.
He shoved it into park and barked orders out the window. He got out, ran around to Rome’s side, and helped him down.
“How fucking bad is it, Rome?”
“Bad,” he whispered as Pilot ran over and helped him get Rome onto the plane. Slade ran back outside, leaving his brother in good hands with fellow security on the team.
“We need to move quickly,” he yelled out. A set of jeeps pulled up from the distance.
“We got company!” Facto, one of the guards, yelled and then ran around the trucks and pulled out a missile launcher. Slade ran over to grab the other one.
“Let’s take them out. You guys keep loading. We need to move,” he yelled and then Facto shot the first missile, destroying the jeep. Slade took out the second jeep and it wound up hitting the third jeep and taking them both out.
“We got the shit in. Let’s move. Pilot said there’s more vehicles coming in the distance! Radio chatter indicates Russians!” his brother Rylan yelled from where the guys were loading the last crates into the back of the cargo plane. Slade could see the blood on his shirt. It had to be from Rome. They all ran toward the plane, closing up the doors, making sure everything was sealed.
“All in?” he asked and then looked around the cabin at all the men, including the three working on Rome.
“All in,” Rylan said, walking toward Rome.
“Let’s go,” he yelled and they held onto the seats, hoping that they would take off with no problem and that the enemy didn’t have any land to air missiles or missile launchers of their own.
Fifteen minutes later he was next to Rome and Falco, who was helping Rome, swallowing hard and hoping his brother would make it. He looked bad.
“Get a call in to Mercury and have Niall Mondave at the airport waiting for us to arrive. Let him know how bad it is,” he said to his brother Rylan.
Rylan looked super concerned like the rest of them. This situation really pissed Slade off and Mercury and his other brothers were going to have to figure out who was after their company and trying to sabotage their business quickly, and why were Russian soldiers there in Dubai?
* * * *
Rose Ruthers stared out toward the flea market. It was a good distance from the pier, where she sat with her easel, canvas, and paints and continued to work on her panting. She was concentrating on getting the colors just right when she looked away from the canvas and toward the people and all the different vendors. The colors could be so much more vibrant than what it actually looked like. She added a little white to the green and finally found the shade she wanted.
Night was moving in quickly and she wanted to remember the sight, the way the colors darkened. The many strings of lights that illuminated the small flea market would soon be turning off as people went home and vendors packed their things to end the day.
People walked by every so often. Not so much now that night was moving in, and whispered a compliment or mumbled words, but it no longer fazed her. When she was painting nothing else mattered. Not her failures, her mistakes, or that lonely need burning inside of her. She brushed it off as a desire to achieve great things. To be someone of importance. An artist who touched people’s lives by merely mimicking a scene of life through painting and capturing its beauty.
She had spent the day here. Hours just sitting, painting, trying to capture the scene that grabbed her attention days before. It was going to be a long walk back to her small apartment, but looking at the painting, seeing the final touches begin to dry, she knew it had been worth it. She felt a quick second of accomplishment before the dreadful feeling of being a failure hit her core. She had hundreds of gorgeous paintings in storage. Loads in her small apartment. Dozens in the basement, or in the back closets of local studios yet to have reached the walls of their galleries. Why do I bother to keep painting?
She sat back in the chair and began to clean her brushes, place them in plastic bags to rinse thoroughly when she got home. She closed up her paints and gathered her things as night set in. Rose packed everything up. She secured the painting, wrapped it in special material and then placed it into the carrier. She put the backpack with all of her supplies onto her back, then the easel that folded up and slid into the side pocket and of course the chair, which she folded and carried.
She exhaled, knowing she would need some ibuprofen when she got home and then realized she was nearly out, and buying more was not on the necessity list. Hell, even food was falling off the list.
She felt her muscles ache as she made her way down the pier and to the street. She definitely was feeling the whole one meal a day thing. Her energy level was super low. She needed to do another party. Something busy and with rich people so the chances of better tips was higher. She wondered why Jimmy didn’t call with any new gigs. She begged him for whatever came along, no matter what. She was desperate. It was getting bad, not making ends meet, falling behind on her bills. Her dreams were diminishing before her eyes. She couldn’t tell her friends how bad things were. They all landed wealthy, amazing men. The men she met just wanted her in their bed.
By the time she got home she felt exhausted. She put her supplies away and avoided the mail she picked up on her way inside. It would be more bills she couldn’t pay. She should get rid of her cell phone, too. Even on the super cheap plan it was still a luxury, not a necessity, but she didn’t want to take a chance of missing that call, the one she prayed she would get when someone of great pull fell in love with her artwork.
She walked into the kitchen, not bothering to look in the refrigerator as her belly rumbled. No filet mignon, no grilled chicken, no fish, no burger, just a half a slice bread with peanut butter and jelly, only a spoonful of each to make sure both jars lasted a while.
She heard her cell phone ring and assumed it was one of her friends but as she saw the caller I.D. she couldn’t help but hope Jimmy had a job for her to do.
“Hello?”
“Rose, I need you. Can you get to the beachfront villas in thirty minutes?”
“Thirty minutes? I doubt it, probably more like forty.”
“Shit. I need you there to serve and bartend. Chelsea is throwing up all over the place outside the house the party is at. I’m over an hour and a half away or I would do it myself.”
“I’ll do it.”
“I’ll pay you doubl
e. They’re a wealthy bunch.”
“What do I wear?”
“Black skirt, white blouse and make sure you look hot. These men tip well,” he said and then gave her the address. She wrote it down and then ended the call and ran to take a quick shower. She didn’t have time to wash her hair so she pulled it up into a fancy style off her shoulders and neck. She ran to the bedroom and pulled out the clothes she hung dry the last time she wore them. She got dressed quickly and grabbed two pairs of heels. Low ones and high ones. She better make good money in tips or she would be walking the twenty miles back to her place since she would need to spend money on a cab.
She grabbed her bag and makeup to apply in the cab on the way over. Lucky for her there was a cab service a block down the street. She’d grab someone and head out. Maybe things were turning up after all.
Chapter 1
Mercury James stood in the corner of the study discussing business with Roger Hiatte. He was a very wealthy businessman who hired Mercury and his brothers for numerous dangerous security details. Most were affiliated with the government, but because of his brothers, Falco, Rome, Slade, and Rylan’s military experience, Roger was able to hire them to do the jobs instead of active military men the government provided. This type of connection had gotten the James men and their company, Merk Enterprises, lots of high profile jobs.
“I understand that there have been a few screw ups on your end, Mercury. My associates have some concerns,” Roger said to him, hinting about the few incidents that nearly cost clients to lose product being shipped and transferred. Someone was trying to sabotage their business, and they had yet to figure out who. What had him truly concerned was the last stolen shipment Merk Enterprises was doing for Hiatte when they were hijacked. Two men were killed that worked for Mercury, and millions of dollars’ worth of product stolen. It took some serious illegal connections to find out where the shit was, a trip under the radar to Dubai, and any minute he should hear the hopefully good news that his brothers and the team were on their way back with all the stolen product under their protection once again. That would take Hiatte off his ass.