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COVER REVEAL “ROCK STAR”

October 3, 2019 by scdaiko

Title: ROCK STAR
Author: SC Daiko
Genre: Contemporary Romance/NA Romance
Release Date: October 31, 2019
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations
Photographer: Wander Aguilar
Cover Model: Zack Salaun

 

Axel Wainwright. British rock god. Bad boy.

 

He sets the crowds on fire with his voice and his words.
Singing backup for him is my dream job.
My big chance to get recognised and become a star.
Music is my life and now it consumes me.
HE consumes me.
But I have my career to think about; I’ve worked years for this.
I need to keep my distance from Axel, or he’ll burn me to ashes.
Except, guess what? The best-laid plans have a habit of going wrong.
My name is Phoenix Johnson, and, like Icarus, I’ve flown too close to the sun.

 

The guys were waiting backstage behind a velvet curtain when I joined them. They all told me I looked beautiful and I said the same back to them. I wasn’t lying… they were freaking rock gods, dressed in ripped jeans, skin-tight tees, chains and amulets around their necks, each one of them over six feet in height and drop-dead gorgeous. In my heels, my head only came up to their chins as they pulled me into a group hug—it was what they always did before a concert, and it felt oddly reassuring. 

“Awesome tat, Firebird,” Axel whispered into my ear, sending a shiver to my core.

“Can’t wait to see yours,” I countered, my voice breathy.

His gaze lingered on me, stripping me naked. 

Oh, God.

I guessed it was this sexy dress… he’d treated me one hundred percent professionally while I’d been practicing with him at his place, keeping his distance and not repeating the kiss he’d given me that first time.

The time when I’d felt his hard-on as I’d brushed past him.

Now wasn’t the moment to think about such things, though. The music being played on the sound system beforehand had fallen silent, and I could sense the anticipation of the audience as we walked onto the darkened stage. 

We took up our positions, the stage lights hitting us and an eruption of whistles and screams broke out. Foxy clacked his sticks three times, then brought them down on the skins. Rhys launched into the riff, his guitar wailing. Zach came in on the keyboards. Axel added the bass and his voice cut through the air like a shard of glass. ‘Ghost in the Heart’—all crashes and slashing cords lit by flashing, almost blinding white light—was the perfect overture, and I felt honored to be contributing my voice harmonies toward it.

The crowd went wild, I could tell from the whoops, but, as the song neared its end, the band surprised them by kicking the tempo up a notch. Foxy drummed faster, faster, faster, and Axel shouted, “jump!” The spinning stage lights flashed to purple, and the audience was suddenly, undeniably, at a ChiMera rave, having the time of their lives.

Song followed electrifying song. I couldn’t take my eyes off Axel. He was mesmerizing, seeming to touch the life of every person in the crowd. He spread his arms out wide then brought them in, pointing toward the wildest fans, who then lost their shit. After crouching and singing to the front row, he would leap up in an explosion of energy that sent the entire nightclub into a frenzy. He fed off the response, devouring it like he’d been starved, and throwing it back at them, his infectious performance almost tangible, like something they could reach out and grasp in their hands.

With bated breath, I waited for the ‘off the shirt’ moment. When it came, toward the end of the set, my legs felt as if they would slip from under me. Dammit he was ripped. Freaking beautiful. He threw his tee into the audience and the spotlight followed it to the lucky recipient, a dark-haired lady who let out a squeal of pleasure before burying her nose in it. Axel held every woman in the audience in his hands at that point. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d thrown their panties at him. I stared at the stunning bass guitar tat on his shoulder and I couldn’t help smiling. He was such a bad ass.
 
Everybody Hurts R.E.M.
Creep Radiohead
Hard to Explain The Strokes
Run for Cover The Killers
The Drugs Don’t Work The Verve
Oh My God Kaiser Chiefs
Times Like These Foo Fighters
All I Want is You U2
What a Wonderful World/Fix You Coldplay

 

 

 

SC Daiko, aka Siobhan, is a British author of fast-paced bestselling contemporary romance and romantic suspense. When she isn’t writing or looking after guests, Siobhan loves to swim in the sea, travel around Europe, sample different food and enjoy local wine. She has worked in the City of London and taught languages in a Welsh high school before moving to Italy, where she now lives with her husband and two cats. Nothing makes Siobhan happier than connecting with readers and fellow authors.

 

 

 

 

 


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*•.¸(*•.¸♥¸.•*´)¸.•*´ COVER REVEAL .¸.•*(¸.•*´♥`*•.¸)`*•. BEAST

August 23, 2018 by scdaiko

 

Title: BEAST
Author: SC Daiko
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Mafia Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 20th, 2018 
Cover Designer, Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs
Photographer: WanderBookClub 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
I’ve been sold by my own father to a beast. 
 
Gleb Sokolov is the definition of a savage.  
He’s an animal in bed and everywhere else.  
A notorious Russian mobster, badass personified. 
 
And my father just sold me to him, to pay off a debt. 
 
But there’s something Gleb doesn’t know… we have a son, 
and I’ll do anything to keep him from finding out.  
 
Eva Petrenko. 
Sassy, secretive, trouble with a capital T. 
She drives me fucking insane. 
Except, when her father offers her to me, I find I can’t resist. 
She belongs with me, even if she refuses to believe it. 
Eva hates me, but I’ll go to the ends of the earth to protect her. 
Problem is, Eva’s father isn’t the only one with debts… 
and mine are the kind I’ll need to pay with my own blood. 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 
 
 
Without warning, my head starts to spin. Shit, I shouldn’t have drunk that cocktail so fast. I can’t see any signs indicating the bathroom. Maybe I can escape for a few minutes behind one of these doors? I’m not that desperate to pee, just need somewhere peaceful to sit and wait for my brain to clear.  
I step into an office unlike any I’ve been in before. Ritzy, with an executive desk in the center that’s the size of my bed at home. My eyes are immediately drawn to a stack of banknotes on top of the shiny surface. I tiptoe across the room.  
Wow, it’s a pile of one-hundred-dollar bills. 
I pick one up to examine it. 
Surely these can’t be real? 
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” a baritone voice booms. 
The air around me compresses, and I spin around. 
A man in a tux is standing in the doorway, piercing blue eyes glowering at me. He’s so big his shoulders nearly meet the doorjambs.  
And he’s drawn a fucking gun on me! 
“I was looking for the bathroom.” I drop the money back onto the table, my heartbeat thudding in my ears. 
Blue Eyes paces up to me, holsters his firearm and grabs my wrist. “Who sent you to snoop?” His English is good, but I detect a familiar intonation. “Was it Vadim Rayt?” he adds. 
“No one sent me,” I blurt out in Russian. “I’m telling the truth.” 
I try to squirm out of Blue Eyes’ hold, but he pulls me against his rock-hard chest, towering above me and invading my senses with his spicy sandalwood cologne. 
“Let me go.” I struggle and aim a kick at his shin. 
His laugh is scornful. “Not before you give me a better explanation.” 
I bite my bottom lip, trying to come up with something. “I just needed some time out.” 
“Time out? You’ve got to be kidding. The only women who come in here on their own are hookers. High-class hookers who bribe the doorman.” His gaze roves over my body. “Either you’re a whore or a spy. Which one is it?” 
An idea occurs to me. How I can get out of this situation. “I’m a hooker,” my voice purrs. 
I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I’ve never been so blatant… like ever. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Once I’ve gotten his pants down around his legs I’ll make a run for it. I reach for his belt buckle with my free hand. 
With a groan he lets go my wrist and pushes me to my knees. “You better be good.” 
I’ve never given a blow-job in my life. It wasn’t something I felt I could offer my ex, the only boyfriend I’ve ever had. 
But I’m not gonna suck Blue Eyes off, am I? 
This is only a means to an end. 
I pull down his suit pants, and he releases his monster cock himself. Oh. My. God. There’s a ring-style piercing at the tip. Is that what they call a Prince Albert? I stare at it, fascinated. 
“Like what you see, Kotenok?”  
Somehow, I don’t mind being called kitten by him. 
Mistake, Eva.  
Big mistake. 
Focus on the task at hand… You need to get out of here. 
I jump to my feet and prepare to run.  
But he grabs me by the hair, yanking me against him. “Oh, yes, you are good, little slut. But not as good as you think you are. Time you learned a lesson.” 
He steps out of his pants and drags me over to his executive chair.  
“What are you doing?” I yelp. 
“Punishing you for attempting a fast one. I’m going to spank your ass.” 
“And then you’ll let me go.” It’s more a statement than a question. 
“One step at a time, Kitten. First, I will punish you… then we negotiate.” 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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*** COVER REVEAL *** BRUTE

April 26, 2018 by scdaiko


Title: Brute
Author: SC Daiko 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: May 25th 






He’s bad. He’s broken. And he likes it rough.

Daniel Collins… hunky single dad… and my neighbor.
Arrogant, bad-mannered, and reclusive.
They call him the Brute.

I should stay away from him… except I can’t.

Not when he reveals his brokenness,
and I glimpse the pain in his eyes.
Not when his touch unravels me,
and the heat between us could set the oceans alight.

But play with fire, and you will get burned.

A fragile heart can easily be broken again.

**

From international bestselling author SC Daiko comes a super-hot, angsty standalone contemporary romance.


My cottage backs onto woodland, and there’s a path leading through it. Birdsong and the scent of blackberries fills the air. I let Toby off his leash and he immediately starts foraging for anything edible… wild fruit being his favourite snack.
I leave him to it and stride on ahead, knowing he’ll catch up in good time. Soon I come to a glade where the trees have been thinned out. Oh shit, standing in the middle of the clearing is Daniel. He’s bare-chested and dressed in running shorts, doing stretching exercises braced against a fallen tree trunk.
I slow my footsteps, treading quietly on mouldy old leaves, and rake my gaze over him. His thick almost-black hair is dripping sweat; it falls down his face and the back of his solid neck. His beard is unkept and wild-looking. But it’s his powerful body that mesmerises me and I study the tats on his muscular arms, tempted to get closer for a better look. God, he’s beautiful, I suddenly realise. Beautiful but freaking scary at the same time.
I release a slow breath. Stop it, Cat. You shouldn’t be looking at him that way. The man in front of you is a brute. You need to keep your distance from him.
Slowly, my heart pounding against my ribcage, I turn around and prepare to make my way back down the path. Except, Toby comes bounding up and starts to bark.
Dammit!
Daniel freezes on the spot. His eyes crash into mine, and if I was scared before now I’m practically peeing myself. He straightens himself to his full height, still glaring at me, not saying a word.
Toby keeps barking, but he’s also wagging his tail. I grab hold of his collar and fasten the lead. “Sorry to disturb you.” I bite at my lips. “We’ll get out of your way.”
He arches an eyebrow. “So, you weren’t following me?”
“Oh, God, no. We were just going for a walk.”
I’m still staring at his tats, trying to decipher the intricate patterns. He catches my gaze, and I feel my face burning up.
“Get on with your walk, then,” he says through gritted teeth. “Leave me alone.”
My fingernails dig into the palms of my hands. “No need to be bad-mannered.”
He crosses his arms in front of his broad chest and lets out an edgy laugh.
“You are an asshole,” I spin around, “the rudest man I’ve ever met.”
He laughs again and keeps laughing mockingly as I stride off down the pathway, Toby at my heel.





SC Daiko, aka Siobhan (pronounced Shivawn), is an author of steamy romance featuring strong heroines and hot alpha males. Her stories are sexy and emotional reads. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats. Nothing makes her happier than connecting with readers and fellow authors.


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´*•.¸(*•.¸♥¸.•*´)¸.•*´ ♥COVER REVEAL♥ .¸.•*(¸.•*´♥`*•.¸)`*•. Their Virgin PA

January 12, 2018 by scdaiko

 
I’m so excited to share the cover reveal of “Their Virgin PA” with you. Publication date: January 25th!!!

 

Title: Their Virgin PA
Author: SC Daiko 
Genre: Menage Romance 
Cover Designer: RBA Designs 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 

Two Super-hot billionaires for one sassy girl
I’m Sara, a good girl from Wales
Smart, feisty, and a virgin
PA for Blake and Declan
Self-made British billionaires
Joined at the hip but like night and day
One dirty and kinky… a playboy
The other deep, dark and brooding
Both Mr. Wrongs when I’m looking for my Mr. Right
They make me want things I’ve never wanted before
They make me want THEM
And when I discover their deepest secret,
I can’t help thinking…
Maybe two Mr. Wrongs CAN make a right?
 

 
 

 

 

 
 

“I drop to my knees and place the Nutella on the floor. Concentrating hard, I unzip his fly and curl my fist around the thick base of his cock. I unbutton his pants and pull them down.
He steps out of his boxers and takes off his dress shirt. Fuck, he’s hot. His stomach is tight, his abs clenched. And his cock, his cock! is at full-mast. Veined, thick, and so fucking beautiful.
I pick up the jar and warm it in my hands again until the contents are runny. Then I slip my fingers into it, coating them in the chocolate-hazelnut spread before working them up and down his length. I cup and massage his balls with my other hand.
“Fuck,” he groans, his knees bending.
I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste him. I stick out my tongue and lick up and down. “Mmm…”
‘Keep going,’ he pants.
 

 
SC Daiko, aka Siobhan (pronounced Shivon), is an author of spicy romance featuring strong heroines and hot alpha males. Her stories are sexy and emotional reads. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats. Nothing makes her happier than connecting with readers and fellow authors.
 
 
 
 
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•*¨)★♡¸.•*´¨)☆♡¸.•*´¨)★♡ ☆♡★ COVER REVEAL, Their Virgin Brat

August 4, 2017 by scdaiko

I’m super excited to reveal the cover of “Their Virgin Brat”, which will release on September 8.
 

 

Title: Their Virgin Brat 
Author: S C Daiko 
Genre: Menage Romance 
Cover Designer: RBA Designs 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 

 

She’s never been with one man, let alone two. 
Aiden and Liam 
Dad has remarried and our new stepsister is a brat. 
Soothing difficult mares is something we’re good at; 
a slip of a girl should be no problem. 
When we learn the brat still has her V card, 
riding horses isn’t the only thing on our minds. 
We can’t stop thinking about riding our stepsister, 
breaking her in and making her ours. 
Just for a short time. 
At least, that’s the rule. 
But rules are made to be broken, right? 
Samantha 
I’ve never been with one man 
let alone two 
and that suits me fine. 
Aiden and Liam are so freaking hot, though, 
soon all I want is their touch, 
their kisses, 
their gorgeous c*cks. 
I know what we’re doing is wrong. 
They’re my twin stepbrothers, 
and if our parents find out 
all hell will break loose. 
One rule: it’s only for a short time. 
Will we lose everything by breaking that rule? 
 
 
 

 

 

 
 
 
 
SC Daiko is a romance junkie who loves writing about strong heroines and hot alpha males. Her stories are sexy and emotional reads. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats. Nothing makes her happier than connecting with readers and fellow authors.
 

 

 
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