MIKALO’S FATE
bySyndra K. Shaw
Expected release July
26th
BLURB:
"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?"
Excerpt:
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.
Still.
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.
Character Bio's:
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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