SC Daiko

Beast by SC Daiko

 

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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SC Daiko, aka Siobhan (pronounced Shivawn), is an award-winning, international bestselling contemporary romance author. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Brute by SC Daiko 📖Review📖

 
Title: Brute
Author: SC Daiko 
Genre: Contemporary Romance /Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 25, 2018
Cover Design: RBA Designs 
Photographer: Wander Aguilar
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 

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.

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A new standalone contemporary romance from award-winning international bestselling author SC Daiko… a beautiful love story with plenty of heat and angst.


 
 
 
REVIEW
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Daniel has an attitude that beats them all. He wants nothing to do with his beautiful neighbor and her cute daughter. But his son has made a friend and he will do anything for his son. Except give his heart away.

Catrin has just moved in and she is ready to move on from her husband’s death. When she meets Daniel he comes across as a well brute. But his son is adorable and gets along well with her daughter. And she will do anything for her daughter.

I enjoyed this story. Catrin and Daniel’s story is different but really good. It was great to see other characters from SC also. I am excited to see where the next book goes.

 
 
 
 

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 a prick,” 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 award-winning, international bestselling contemporary romance author. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats.


 

 


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