away our demons, a year in a blissful poly relationship with Steve.
And now we’re all set to become four.
with the two hot men who keep me warm at night.
over-the-top-theatrical scene player with his own agenda, and a whole
lotta history just waiting to reignite, Steve suddenly doesn’t seem
like the guy we fell in love with.
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.
That’s what they said, that’s what they planned.
doesn’t look quite like the three-plus-one Lauren intended it to
a sequel to THREE, S. C. Daiko’s first Erotic Menage Romance, FOUR
is a standalone story and, like its predecessor, contains vivid
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
and stare, 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!
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.
laughs. “I’m surprised you remember.”
hottie like you.” And he winks, the nerve of the guy!
Miss America, is it? Delightful.”
“Welcome to Tivoli. I hope you’ll love it here as much as I do.”
indeed! James sure is over-the-top theatrical, and I bet there isn’t a sincere
bone in his body.
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.”
fizz is fantastic.”
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.
you’d know the best shops for Italian fashion.”
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.