bySyndra K. Shaw
Expected release July 26th
"The dream is coming true in this, Mikalo's Fate, the third installment in Syndra K. Shaw's story of Ronan and Mikalo.
After escaping the memory of her failed first marriage and allowing herself to love again, Ronan is finally walking down the aisle with Mikalo Delis, her Greek god in grey wool. But once in Greece, Ronan discovers that not all is as it appears to be with the Delis clan, their judgement and mistrust of her surrounding her every move. Then disaster strikes, an event so shocking it rips Mikalo's family apart, Ronan's dream quickly dying.
Her life with her beloved hanging in the balance, Ronan learns the only thing standing between her and "I do" is a surprise visit from a love lost long ago. But will it be enough? Or will she return to the States alone, her heart once again breaking as yet another love dies?"
God, he was beautiful.
His dark eyes, patient and kind, his dark brows arching to meet in the middle as he watched and waited. And his lips, so soft, so sexy, so luscious and kissable.The lightest bit of scruff on his chin and cheeks and upper lip.His strong nose. And the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
I reached up and ran my fingers through his thick hair, moving close as I pressed my face into his chest, deeply breathing in his masculine scent. Of soap and skin and warmth. Of a beating heart beneath strong, firm muscle. The memory of sun and sand and sex locked into his pores.
Again, he was beautiful. Just beautiful.
And he was mine.
"You do not like the change, I think."
I lifted my head from his chest to look at him again.
"All of this," he continued, glancing at the thick sheets of plastic and tools and dust. The temporarily quiet chaos of our lives being ripped to pieces.
"It is only for now, my Grace," he reminded me. "This here, this mess, it is not forever. It will be a home again. Your home. And my home."
His hand reached to cup my chin, his eyes crinkling as he smiled, his teeth white in the dark of the dusty room.
"It will be our home," he then said. "It is our home. Already."
He pulled me close again, my cheek finding his chest again, his arms squeezing me tight for a moment.
"This I already know," he continued, the words rumbling through his chest against my ear.
I moved away, leaving his embrace with a quick squeeze and a small smile.
I wanted to ask about Mara Byzan. If this horrible little woman was really buying his companies.If Abby was really her lawyer.
But doing so would open up a can of worms I just didn't want to deal with. Remind me and him, in a roundabout oblique way, just how little I had to do with the planning of anything regarding the wedding, the decisions left to Mikalo and his family, their insistence on following tradition, of doing things "just right", effectively leaving me out of the process.
I didn't care, though. I'd still be his wife regardless. None of it mattered. If there was a dance we needed to do to cement our bond, well, we'd strap on our tap shoes and dance.
I just didn't care.
But I did.
In fact, it was all but obsessing me. Quietly, silently, sticking in my head.
I had no idea what kind of dress I'd be wearing. I suspected it'd be, I don't know, some couture creation or something. Or maybe not. Perhaps it'd be an heirloom passed down?
Again, no clue.
And, again, I was trying not to let it matter.
But it did.
He was watching me, Mikalo. His ability to read my thoughts so easily becoming frustrating and annoying.
I moved away, wandering over to the stairs to look up to where the bedroom was. Where my bedroom was and still would be.
My hand on the banister, I climbed the stairs.
I could feel him follow me.
At the top, I turned toward the bedroom, aware he was close behind.
The room was empty, of course, the bed packed into storage long ago. We had discussed getting something new, but Mikalo refused.
"This bed has our history," he insisted. "It knows you and it knows me and now, after this time, it knows us."
And I agreed. It was fine. He was right. It did know us and there was no need to change it.
The room looked empty without it.
He stood in the doorway watching me.
I moved into the bathroom, glancing over my shoulder at him as I stepped through the door.
Mischievous grin in place, he followed.
Ronan Grace -- Not skinny, not jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and doing her best on a daily basis to bury the past, resigned to never find that mythical thing called True Love, Ronan is all of us. But when she meets this almost too good to be true Greek stranger, everything changes. Despite logic, she finds herself hoping. Despite fear, she finds herself trusting. And despite past disasters, she finds herself in love. And now with her "I do"s to Mikalo only days away, Ronan finds herself believing, hoping against hope, that there could really be a Happily Ever After.
Mikalo Delis -- Ronan's "Greek god in grey wool", Mikalo Delis is deliciously gorgeous, unfailingly polite, ruthlessly honest, and ridiculously rich. Tall and lean, muscular and sexy, his dark hair thick with a bit of a curl, his eyes even darker, he stole Ronan's heart the moment she saw him. And he is absolutely besotted with her, eager to make her his, but insisting whatever love they have be done with honesty and full-disclosure, open to her secrets even though he's hiding a few of his own, and willing to fight for her, even if it's against a family he loves.
Deni Dollisandro -- Blonde, gorgeous, married to an incredibly successful man and living at a coveted address on Park Avenue, Deni is Ronan's best friend. More like family, they've known, trusted, and loved each other too many years to count. Marking time in a marriage that stopped working long ago, Deni is, without doubt, Ronan's chief supporter and #1 B.S. checker, always willing to call Ronan on her sh*t and bring her back to reality. But now suddenly facing an unexpected divorce, the possibility that she could lose everything she's been surrounded by for years, Deni finds herself taking the first steps to discovering who she really is and creating a life that brings her true happiness.
Nona -- Very Greek, very tied to tradition, the undisputed, powerful matriarch of the vast Delis clan, Nona Delis is Mikalo's grandmother. To call her formidable is an understatement. And she is most definitely against Mikalo marrying this American he met only months ago. But is her reluctance based on just that? Or is there more to the story, her own past driving her unwillingness to allow Mikalo and Ronan their wedding bliss?
Damen Katsaros -- Dark-haired, sapphire blue eyes, a square jaw, and a disarming smile, Damen is Mikalo's lifelong best friend. And between his naturally sweet disposition and chiseled muscles -- muscles earned under a broiling sun and in clouds of dust --, he's quite a catch. An alpha male if there ever was one, he's driven, impatient, passionate, curious, not afraid to disagree, and more than a little afraid to truly fall in love. But by the time Ronan and Mikalo say their "I do"s, he'll be wrestling with the impossible, his heart no longer his own as he stumbles into the emotional mess called True Love.
About the Author:
Would you guess the quiet girl sitting in the corner of the cafe would write steamy romance? That behind her rather conservative skirts and jackets and the no-fuss-wash-and-wear haircut is someone who’s creating true love and heartbreak, earth shattering orgasms and heartache?
Well, that’d be me. Mikalo’s Grace was my first book, Mikalo’s Flame my second. Mikalo’s Fate is coming up soon (Summer 2013) and, after that, I’ll be releasing a companion series. More books will follow, I’m sure.
And, still, I’ll do what I do and let the world pass me by, completely unaware of the smoldering volcano of lust bubbling in their midst.
Born in France, educated in England, Syndra K. Shaw now lives very quietly in Paris and New York.
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