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.
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.
when Steve’s friend James arrives from London, an
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.
changing, morphing into a different man before our eyes.
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 –
become a deep three-way love she hopes will last forever.
want to be a four – Max, Lauren, Steve and their unborn baby.
That’s what they said, that’s what they planned.
life in love doesn’t follow the rules, and soon four
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
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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!
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.
envelops James in a bear-hug. “Let me introduce you to Max and
we met before?” James says to Max. “At Club Complicit, wasn’t
laughs. “I’m surprised you remember.”
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!
clear my throat, and James decides to notice me. “So this is little
Miss America, is it? Delightful.”
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.”
sure I will, darling.” Dahling
sure is over-the-top theatrical, and I bet there isn’t a sincere
bone in his body.
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.”
have champers too,” Steve interjects, “but this
lifts the flute to his lips and takes a sip. “Mmm. You’re
absolutely right. By far
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.
my dear,” James gives my dress a disapproving look. “I was hoping
you’d know the best shops for Italian fashion.”
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
and introducing them to the dolce
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.