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Game On by SC Daiko
If I wasn't her student, it would be
Title: Game On
Author: S.C. Daiko
Genre: Contemporary, YA, Sports romance
Cover Designer: RBA Designs
If I wasn’t her student it would be game on.
RYAN
There was only one thing I wanted in life:
to play professional rugby.
I lived and breathed it
until I met Beth.
She’s beautiful, sweet, and so incredibly sexy . . .
but she’s out of bounds.
Beth wants me, I know she does, and I want her.
If I wasn’t her student it would be game on.
BETH
There was only one thing I wanted in life:
to be a good teacher.
And I was
until I met Ryan.
He held me against his hard body on a hot Ibiza night,
and I lost myself to him.
Six months later, he’s in my Spanish class…
what I feel for him is totally against the rules.
Soon rugby isn’t the only game Ryan is playing.
But when his past catches up with him, and everything starts to go wrong . . .
will it be game over for the two of us?
Warning 1: Game On is about a super-fit young rugby player who has the hots for his sexy Spanish teacher.
Warning 2: Game On might melt your panties. Proceed with caution. Readers aged 18+ only.
Warning 3: Game On is filled with feels, angst, and off-the-chart chemistry. A taboo relationship, a black moment, and then a happy ending. Enjoy!
The music takes me away, the throbbing bass rhythm carrying me into a whirlpool of movement; I sway my hips, arms crossed above my head. I’ve drunk too much but what the hell… I’m having fun. Moving my ass in time to the beat, I head back to the table and take another sip of vodka lemon, trying to act as if this is what I do every Saturday night. The drink burns its way down to my belly, and stokes my excitement.
Megan, my bestie and the bride-to-be, grins at me from where she’s sprawled on the corner sofa of the nightclub. “You okay, my lovely?”
“Having a blast,” I say, giving her a high-five.
We’re here on the party island of Ibiza for her hen weekend… me, my twin sister Sophie (who’s not drinking as she’s trying for a baby) and Meg’s sister, Lowri, who’s had more than Meg and I combined. Lowri shoots me a tipsy look. “You’re such an amazing dancer,” she slurs.
Dance is my exercise of choice, and I love it. I grab her hand and pull her onto the floor, spinning her around while I shimmy to the sound, tossing my hair back from my face. “Oh God,” Lowri squeals, and her face turns green, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“Oops,” I lead her back to the chair she just vacated. “Put your head between your knees, sweetie, and I’ll fetch you a glass of water.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’m back on the dance floor, having left the recovering Lowri with Meg and Soph. I’m lost in my own world, a world of music and movement. All around me, people are caught up in the buzz of the rave, a mosh-pit of gyrating bodies high on hedonism. Dutch house bounces off the walls, the floor vibrates beneath my feet, and lights strobe across the ceiling.
I smell him before I see him, a mix of musky male sweat and woody cologne. He towers over my five foot six frame, broad shoulders, slim waist, and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. I’m not wearing my glasses, and his denim-blue eyes clash with mine. He smiles, his teeth flashing white in a tanned face. “Hola,” he smirks, and it’s a smirk full of promise. “Cómo te llamas?”
“Beth,” I shout to be heard above the high-volume music.
“English?”
I nod as he steps forward to grasp my hips with strong hands. We sway together and I feel his hardness pushing against my tummy. My head tucks under his chin and I breathe him in. It’s been too long since I felt the pleasure of a man…
No need to ask his name. He’s almost certainly a local and I doubt I’ll meet him again. I’ll just enjoy this for what it is: a brief encounter. I’m so turned on; I can feel my knickers sticking to me under my party dress.
His hot breath tickles my earlobe as he bends his head to nuzzle my neck. And then he’s kissing me, his lips warm and filled with lust, his tongue chasing mine. “Come, princesa,” he breaks away and tugs on my hand. “Let’s find somewhere quieter.”
The sensible voice in my head tells me not to be stupid. That I don’t have one-night stands. Never have. Never thought I would. But the past three years have taken their toll, and I’m fed up with listening to sensible Beth. Just this once. What harm can it do? I’ll make sure we use protection…
The cool night air is a relief from the sweaty heat of the club. We stagger through the fire escape and into an alleyway, where he picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist; he presses me against the brick wall under a street light and kisses me again, harder this time, sucking my lower lip into his mouth before biting down on it and making me yelp with delight. His hands palm my needy tits, and I feel my nipples peak. Sweet Jesus, I’m so wet I could come right now.
“So, princesa,” he breathes, “you staying on the island long?” His voice is deep and melodic, but it doesn’t sound Spanish. It sounds… Welsh. No, that can’t be right. I must be in an alcohol-induced fog.
“Just for the weekend,” I manage to say between panting breaths. I run my hands over his ripped abs. God, he’s hot. I lean my weight into the wall and brace myself.
He pulls at my knickers, his fingers delving, testing. “Gonna fuck you, princesa. Is that what you want?”
“Oh, yes, fuck me, please,” I groan.
He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth.
But a shout echoes down the passageway and a skinny young man comes running up to us. He holds out a cell phone, and gives it to my Ibizan (as I’ll think of him for the next six months). It’s then that I notice the tattoo of a scorpion on his hand... it burns its way into my memory like a branding iron, its tail raised ready to sting. I shiver to myself.
He puts me down and holds the phone to his ear, his blue eyes meeting mine. “I’m sorry, Beth,” he says, pocketing the device, “there’s been some trouble at home.” He pauses. “Really nice meeting you, but I have to go.” He kisses me briefly on the forehead, and I notice the regret in his expression.
“It’s okay,” I say, even though it isn’t. I was burning up for him. “Hope you get the trouble sorted.”
“Me too,” he gives a hollow laugh.
I watch him stride away from me, and sensible Beth’s voice in my head tells me I’ve had a lucky escape. Six months later, I learn she couldn’t have been more wrong.
Game On by SC DaikoMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Title: Game On
Author: S.C. Daiko
4 unexpected stars
This is the 'second' novel that I read by SC Daiko ~ the first being her Two, Three & Four novels that were completed in a box set a few months ago. Game On was a very different type of read that takes on the teacher/student taboo subject (one of my guilty pleasures) and gives it an extra spin on it by having the male character be younger than the woman, which was an absolute treat since Beth, our teacher, is no wilting flower. She's strong, independent and absolutely the kind of girl that wears her heart on her sleeve when it comes to Ryan. This student, who is legal (just a general FYI since it's in a high school setting in a prestigious school in the Welsh community), is on the run with his mother and sister after a situation gets out of hand and the family has no other recourse. These two have met many months ago, but before anything cold have happened, the proverbial 'sh*t hitting the fan' came down until they meet on the first day of school.
4.5 sexy dreams
No matter how hard that Beth tried to fight her attraction to Ryan, the chemistry between the two was simply too strong. And alright, I'll come out and say it, I loved how she caved and more so how he simply dominated almost every aspect of their relationship (in a good way). I loved to see how they managed to separate their personal and then their 'professional' relationship to protect each other. The way that S.C. Daiko told her story kept me captivated and even at the edge of my seat trying to figure out if Beth and Ryan will be able to pass and survive al, of the obstacles,es that is surely to come their way considering the big factor that is stopping them from being public with their feelings.
*ARC provided by Author in exchange for an honest review.
Reviewed by Kathleen, The Small Girl from A small girl, her man and her books
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S C 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.
Two Three Four by S.C. Daiko
Title: Two Three Four: The Complete Trilogy (Menage Erotic Romance)
Author: S.C. Daiko
Genre : Menage Erotic Romance
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?
***
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.)
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.
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Unexpected indeed. Two captivated my attention - the short story about
Max and Lauren, and their whirlwind affair during Lauren's internship at Conti
Coffee.
By the time Three came along, Max and Lauren try to continue their
relationship where it left off three
years ago, only Steve, a colleague, wants to find his place in the new town and
the duo, making me wonder what could happen.
At Four, I was a mess. How could life be so unfair to this trio who have
surpassed and overcome so much and have even begun to make plans for their
future?
"Bella,
Lauren. The way you give yourself to us is beautiful. F---ing beautiful."
There were times when I really wondered how S.C. Daiko would be able to
make each instalment in her series greater than the one before. A few times I
felt as though certain scenes were repeated but from another perspective,
HOWEVER, it never failed, S.C. Daiko just turned around and added something
entirely unexpected, making me rethink where she was taking us. I laughed, I
cried and then I cursed. The trio was undeniably tantalizing and hot, proving
that poly amorous relationships can work. I'm thoroughly curious to find out
what else S.C. Daiko has in store for her readers.
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