Showing posts with label S.C. Daiko. Show all posts
Showing posts with label S.C. Daiko. Show all posts

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Release Blitz: Two, Three, Four: The Complete Trilogy: Menage Erotic Romance by S.C. Daiko

Title: Two Three Four: The Complete Trilogy (Menage Erotic Romance)
Author: S.C. Daiko 
Genre : Menage Erotic Romance





Max Conti. One of the most eligible bachelors in Rome. Hot as f*ck and my boss.

Why am I crushing on him?

I don’t do crushes.

And I definitely don’t do falling in love.

But when Max proposes a “friends with benefits” relationship, and introduces me to his favorite kink, I find I can’t resist.

And then there’s Steve. Open to anything and a total hunk.

I shouldn’t want two men in my bed.

Except I do want them.

I want them so bad I can’t keep my head straight.

It’s lust, simple as that. No strings… just two guys, a girl, and a whole lotta sex.

I can handle that.

Sure I can.

It’s no big deal.

It’s not like I’m gonna fall for them or anything, right?



***



Sexy Italian Max has the starring role in some hot dreams and wild nights for Lauren when she leaves her life in Seattle behind to work for his company in Rome, Italy. There she’ll meet gorgeous Englishman Steve, and soon crazy ideas start to form in Lauren’s mind about having both men in her bed. When Lauren’s fantasy becomes reality, the two sex gods take her to such heights of kinky pleasure she never imagined possible. So what could possibly go wrong?



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TWO THREE FOUR includes the never before published prequel, TWO, an updated version of THREE, and FOUR. A panty-melting emotional read. 18+only. And, for a limited time, at the special price of $0.99 (Free to read on Kindle Unlimited.)







Max puts his arm around me, and I reach up to run my fingers through his hair. His tee is stretched tight across his pecs, his chest hard against my breasts, and his kiss is hungry, demanding. He holds me tight, one hand at the nape of my neck, the other on my shoulder. Groaning, he relaxes his hold. “Steve,” he says. “You may kiss Lauren.”

Steve chuckles. “With pleasure.”

And my heart leaps. Fucking leaps.

Steve kisses me, his hand grazing the top of my thigh. I close my eyes and daringly flick my tongue into his mouth. His stubble scratches my lips and he tastes of sin and scotch. I can’t believe this is happening, but then they’re both kissing me, their lips hot and wet, and I do believe it. Two needy tongues capture mine, one after the other, hard and deep. I pull away, gasping, my lips swollen.

Max unbuttons the back of my dress. It falls open at the front, revealing my flimsy strapless bra. He pulls down the cups, my breasts spring free, and he runs his thumbs over my nipples. “Bellissimi.”

Thrilling sparks shoot towards my pussy. I roll my shoulders, and he draws my left nipple into his mouth, biting down and making me yelp.

“Assist me, Steve,” he says, leaving my tit stiff and desperate.

“Yes, sir.” Steve catches both my wrists in a single-handed grip, then reaches out with his free hand to squeeze my right breast while Max draws my left one into his mouth again. And I want to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.

But I’m definitely awake, I realize when it’s Steve who pinches then rolls my nipple backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards between his fingertips, matching Max’s sucking rhythm on my other breast. “Oh, that’s nice,” I whimper.

Steve touches my cheek. “You’re so lovely, Lauren.”

I part my lips, taking in two of his fingers and swallowing them to the back of my throat. I meet Max’s eye, and he nods.

Reaching down, I unbuckle Steve’s pants. He pulls them off, steps out of his boxers and unbuttons his shirt.

















S. C. Daiko, aka Siobhan Daiko, lives with her husband and two cats in northern Italy, in a converted artist’s studio with beautiful views across the Venetian plain. Originally from the UK, where she was a languages teacher, Siobhan occasionally leaves her writing cave when she has visitors, and likes nothing better than plying them with Prosecco and introducing them to the dolce vita. An avid reader of all genres of romance, she loves writing about strong heroines who know what they want, and hot alpha males with loving hearts.


S. C. Daiko writes historical fiction under the name Siobhan Daiko.






She loves to be stalked, and you can find her on 
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Friday, September 23, 2016

Release Blitz: Four: A Ménage Erotic Romance by S.C. Daiko


Title : Four : A Menage Erotic Romance
Author : S. C. Daiko 
Genre : Erotic Romance 







It’s been a year since Max and I overcame our commitment fears and chased away our demons, a year in a blissful poly relationship with Steve.



And now we’re all set to become four.


It should be the best time of my life, of our lives; trying for a baby with the two hot men who keep me warm at night. 


But when Steve’s friend James arrives from London, an

over-the-top-theatrical scene player with his own agenda, and a whole  history just waiting to reignite, Steve suddenly doesn’t seem


lottalike the guy we fell in love with. 


He’s changing, morphing into a different man before our eyes.



***


Lauren

Price is happy living with the two men she loves and life couldn’t be any sweeter. What started as just a little fun a year ago
a girl, two guys, and a whole lot of sex –
has become a deep three-way love she hopes will last forever. 


They want to be a four – Max, Lauren, Steve and their unborn baby.

That’s what they said, that’s what they planned. 


But life in love doesn’t follow the rules, and soon four doesn’t look quite like the three-plus-one Lauren intended it to be.
***


Although

a sequel to THREE, S. C. Daiko’s first Erotic Menage Romance, FOUR a standalone story and, like its predecessor, contains vivid


is erotica. 18+ only. If you’re looking for a sexy, emotional read then FOUR is definitely your number.










There’s a sudden shift in the atmosphere as Max and Steve move their attention toward something behind me. Not something. Someone. I turn danger are, my mouth opening and my chin in danger of hitting the floor. The man approaching has long dark-brown hair that falls in waves, reaching to the top of his shoulders. Symmetrical features: an
oval-shaped face, topaz-colored eyes (accentuated with eyeliner), and
perfectly proportioned bow-shaped lips. He’s wearing shorts that barely cover his pert ass, and his shapely legs are shaved and tanned. James isn’t much taller than me, I guess, and I’m only five foot four. My gaze lingers over the tattoos on his bare arms,
the same tats as Steve’s. Shit!



Good evening,” James’ voice is surprisingly deep for such a compact man, and he speaks with a plummy English accent. 

“I apologize for

keeping you waiting.” It’s like he’s some kind of celebrity making an entrance. 



Steve envelops James in a bear-hug. “Let me introduce you to Max and Lauren.”



Haven’t we met before?” James says to Max. 

“At Club Complicit, wasn’t it?”



Max laughs. “I’m surprised you remember.”



James’ eyes rove up and down Max’s divine body. “I would never forget a hottie like you.” And he winks, the nerve of the guy!



I clear my throat, and James decides to notice me. “So this is little

Miss America, is it? Delightful.”



A blush blooms up my neck. “Pleased to meet you, James,” I lie.


“Welcome to Tivoli. I hope you’ll love it here as much as I do.”



I’m sure I will, darling.” Dahling

indeed! James sure is over-the-top theatrical, and I bet there isn’t a sincere bone in his body.



So, what can I offer you? Prosecco, perhaps?” 
Max lifts the bottle from the wine cooler. “This is Cartizze from Valdobbiadene.” He pours James a glass. 

“It’s a match for any champagne you’ll come

across. Try it and tell me what you think.”



We have champers too,” Steve interjects, “but this

fizz is fantastic.”



James lifts the flute to his lips and takes a sip. “Mmm. You’re absolutely right. By far

the best prosecco I’ve tasted.” And he smiles, a smile that lifts the corners of his mouth but doesn’t engage his eyes; it’s like he’s
had a Botox injection.



So, my dear,” James gives my dress a disapproving look. “I was hoping you’d know the best shops for Italian fashion.”


















S. C. Daiko, aka Siobhan Daiko, lives with her husband and two cats in northern Italy, in a converted artist’s studio with gorgeous views

across the Venetian plain. Originally from the UK, where she was a languages teacher, Siobhan occasionally leaves her writing cave when she has visitors, and likes nothing better than plying them with prosecco and introducing them to the dolce vita.

An avid reader of all genres of romance, she loves writing about strong heroines who know what they want and aren’t afraid to go for
it, and hot alpha males with loving hearts.



She loves to be stalked, and you can find her on Facebook
and Goodreads 

Follow her blog and sign up for her newsletter. She won’t spam you and there are giveaways from time to time.



Tuesday, August 09, 2016

Sale Blitz: Three: A Ménage Erotic Romance by S.C. Daiko

Title: Three: A Menage Erotic Romance
Author: S.C. Daiko
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 20, 2016


Add it to your TBR






shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want them, and I definitely shouldn’t want all the dirty things they do – not just to me but to each other.

Except

I do want it.

I want it so bad I can’t keep my head straight. 

Why does dirty have to feel so damn good?

It’s lust, simple as that. No strings, just two guys, a girl and a whole lotta sex. 

I can handle that. 

Sure I can. 

No big deal… it’s not like I’m going to fall for them or anything, right

?
***

Sexy Italian Max has had the starring role in some hot dreams and wild nights for Lauren. Now she will be living with him, leaving her life

in Seattle behind while she works for his company in Rome, Italy.
There she meets gorgeous Englishman Steve, who is also rooming at Max’s villa. Soon crazy ideas start to form in Lauren’s mind about having both men in her bed. 
When Lauren’s fantasy becomes
reality, the two sex gods take her to such heights of pleasure she never imagined possible. So what could possibly go wrong?



 *** IF YOU LIKE A FAST, FUN, SEXY READ, THEN "THREE" IS YOUR NUMBER. Advisory: vivid erotica and scenes involving BDSM,MFM, and MMF. Most definitely 18+.















S. C. Daiko is an erotic romance author. When she isn’t bringing her fantasies alive on the page, she enjoys the sweet life of the Veneto in northern Italy – where she lives with her husband and two cats.

She writes historical fiction under the name Siobhan Daiko.