Mikalo's Flame by Syndra Shaw ~ Blog Tour and Giveaway

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.

Review

*This review was done by Jessie, one of Sugar and Spice's lovely guest reviewers*

Ronan has her doubts about her relationship with Mikalo & wonders about the possibility of having her heart broken. She is a partner in a law firm in New York City. He is very well off & continuing to run his family business.

Mikalo speaks such sweet, romantic & heartfelt words to Ronan. “My Grace” is what he calls her. I’m still swooning after being introduced to this man. He is from Greece & is so European. The way he talks, the love he has for his family & being true to them & his feelings for Ronan. There wasn’t anything I didn’t love or melt at with this man.

Now, what good would a book be if it didn’t have some characters that you didn’t care for or just wanted to smack. In walks, Abigail, another partner in Ronan’s law firm. She’s jealous of her & tries some underhanded tactics with the help of Marcus. What’s her deal anyway? And….I can’t forget Mara Byzan. She’s a rich, spoiled, spiteful, sloppy drunk who’s just pathetic & desparate. Definitely didn’t take a liking to her either.

I enjoyed this book & reading about Ronan’s & Mikalo’s relationship & having it evolve. Can it become something more? Hmmm, I wonder about this & got my answer. I’m looking forward to more from this author.

Excerpt 2 (a bit racier)


The light from the candles bounced off the ceiling, the walls, the shadows moving as the flames danced. My hands reached up and ran over Mikalo's naked flesh, his skin basking in a beautiful golden glow.

He moved inside me, gently, slowly.

We were making love.

True love.

Bending low, his lips met mine, his tongue easing into my mouth to taste, to lick.

I moved my hands to his head, my fingers threading through his dark hair.

God, I loved the feeling of his hair in my hands, my fist.

Moving my hips to meet his, he worked his way deeper.

He paused, savoring the feeling of my opening to him, allowing him in, giving myself to him.

We continued to kiss, my hands guiding his head as my appetite for him grew ravenous.

His scent, the feel of him, the sweat of him on my palms, between my fingers, the weight of him as he pressed his chest to mine, it was too delicious for words. I could live with this for an eternity, I decided.

This, I thought as his sigh warmed my cheek, the length of him filling me as his pace found its rhythm, languid and slow and perfect, this is what I wanted for the rest of my life. This man here, making love to me, loving me, allowing me to love him.

This is what I want my life to be.

Lifting my hips, I pushed myself into him.

He groaned, the helpless sound losing itself in the crook of my neck.

I kissed his cheek and then his ear and finally his neck, my lips slowly licking the smooth flesh, my tongue suddenly hungry to taste his sweat, my mouth moving to his sweet spot, there, right below the ear, and sucking.

He moved deeper still, stopping, finding my own secret, hidden sweet spot and, pausing, teased me.

His head moved from my neck, his lips searching for mine and finding them, his hand on the back of my neck, guided me into him.

"My Grace," he whispered.

"Yes," I said.

The pace quickened, slightly.

His eyes watched mine.

"I did not think my heart, it could love like this."

I rose and kissed him, my lips lingering on his.

God, I loved him.

"Mikalo," I said. "My Mikalo."

His eyes grew wet.

"Every day, my Grace," he then said. "Every day, I am yours. For my life."

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Author Bio 

Born in France, educated in England, Syndra K. Shaw now lives very quietly between New York and Paris.

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Giveaway
Syndra is giving away an ecopy of MIKALO’S GRACE & MIKALO’S FLAME. Just leave me a blog comment with your preferred format and email address. Winner will be picked randomly.
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