Book
Blurb:
Ronan Grace and her Greek god in grey wool Mikalo Delis. Still happy,
still in love, and now living together in New York.
Despite it all.
Despite the lingering
secrets of Mikalo's past and his complicated life. Despite Ronan's own doubts
and worries, the strength of her love for him both shocking and frightening.
Despite the jealousy and spite threatening her once successful career. And
despite the unexpected emergence of a drunk, drug-addled viciously vindictive
blast from Mikalo's past.
Will Ronan and Mikalo
stumble under the weight of all these challenges and doubts and confusion as
they move toward creating a life together? Or will they fight, giving their
love what it needs to survive.
Despite it all.
Excerpt One:
At least we made
it into the house this time.
While leaving the
restaurant, Mikalo had given me "the look".
But instead of his
customary boyish smirk, the teasing grin hinting at his growing need for me,
this time his eyes were already hooded with lust.
And after all but
dashing out of the cab and running down the block to skirt quickly up the
stairs, jam the key in the lock and slip inside, the door barely closing behind
us, he was on me.
His hands pulling
off my coat, his fingers tugging the scarf from my neck, mine ripping his free
over his head, wrestling with the buttons of his coat and then the belt buckle
around his pants.
He slammed me
against the wall, his palms rummaging past my shirt to lie flat against my
breasts as we kissed. Deeply.
I broke free,
pulling the fabric over my head, Mikalo dropping to his knees to slip off my
shoes and wrestle my pants down my thighs and past my calves, his face quickly
pressing close to my warmth.
My fingers in his
hair, I ground my hips into him.
He moaned, the
vibration of this helpless, desperate sound resonating against the delicate
layer of silk.
I pulled him to
his feet again, sliding his jeans down, the denim languishing 'round his knees
as he kicked his shoes free, my fist immediately wrapping around him.
His tongue in my
mouth, he groaned.
I smiled as I bent
low, playfully ducking under his arms and, slipping from his grasp, starting up
the stairs.
He laughed as he
hopped, trapped by the denim, freeing first one leg and then the other before
throwing the jeans to the side and taking the stairs two at a time to easily
catch me.
And pinning me
beneath him, he had smiled, the edge of the stairs cutting into my shoulders,
my back, my legs, my calves.
"Is that what
you would like, Ronan?" he asked.
"To go free?"
I squirmed,
pushing myself against him as his lips met my neck.
He had called me
Ronan. Not "my Grace".
Yeah, this was
going to be quite a night.
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Purchase Links for Mikalo's Grace
Amazon
Barnes & Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mikalos-grace-syndra-k-shaw/1114010808?ean=2940044204775
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