Mikalo's Grace Blog Tour

WOW!  Seriously that's about all I can come up with at the moment because of what I'm about to share with y'all!  Syndra did something special.... she gave us a little glimpse into Mikalo's head on one seriously HOT scene!  

I personally LOVE to get inside the head of the men in my life (okay the fictional men in my life.. pfft)  but to me it makes the story that much better and getting inside the delicious Mikalo's head is seriously freaking HOT! 

Check. It. Out!!!!

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She was beautiful.

I watched her, my Grace, her head back, eyes closed.  The blush on her cheeks spilling down her neck and staining the pale skin of her chest.  And her lips, slightly parted as her breath grew ragged.

Her legs, they opened wider, offering herself to me as her fingers gripped mine.

My tongue, it pushed deeper.

She gasped, her back arching.

I moved it to the left, my tongue.  Yes.  There.  That spot, there. 

She moaned as I licked and licked again and then moved away, teasing her, allowing her time, neither of us eager for this perfection to end.

Pressing my lips to her, I paused.

I had been bold earlier, reaching out to grab her, my fingers at once finding her warmth as she stood before me holding an empty coffee cup.  And she had stopped, her eyes wide, my fingers feeling her through the denim.

But my heart, it had demanded it, the desire for her too strong, my body betraying me as he shouted his need.   A need which had driven me out of bed into the chill of morning and to her door, bagels and coffee in hand, just to be with her.  To be near her. 

But it was not enough, the conversation and furtive looks.  The photo albums and, how you say, chit chat.  And suddenly any thought of being polite and of wooing her as a gentleman would was silenced by this want.

So I held my breath and reached out my hand.

And now she lay on the couch beneath me, her shirt undone, her pants peeled away and tossed aside, the beauty of her open to me.  Mine to discover, to claim, to enjoy.

My tongue, it licked again.  And my spine, it shivered, my eyes closing as I lingered a moment more.

It was intoxicating, her taste.  Addictive.  It filled my mouth.  Slipped down my throat.  The luscious scent of her in my nose, it haunted me with every breath.  Her wetness, her heat, warming my face, my lips. 

And, yes, the softness of her skin against my cheek as I looked up, glancing at her again.  That, too, was loved.

My Grace, she was beautiful.

The pleasing curves of her body, they caught the light.  Her skin, it was pale and healthy, the flesh lush, yielding to my touch.  Strands of her dark hair, they lay trapped in the sheen of her sweat, her red lips moist as she breathed.  Her ample hips spread before me, her secrets offered, accepted, and adored.

Faultless, beautiful, exquisite.

My hands, they took themselves from hers and dropped, my fingers tracing her, parting her, slipping into her heat.

Again, another moan, the hips rising as this angel pressed into me.

It returned, my tongue, lightly licking, slowly lapping, up one side and down the other before rudely diving deep.

A loud moan, her hand moving to her breast, the other raking the hair from her face as she turned her head to the left and then the right and back again as her fingers, they gripped and grasped, the delicate pink of her nipples pinched and pulled.

I could feel the thump-thump-thump against my mouth.  I could feel the heat building.  I could feel her opening to me as she grew wet and wetter still, the deliciousness of her, of this beauty, in my mouth, on my lips, my chin, my cheeks.

It was heaven.

My fingers, they worked deep as my tongue, it licked and lapped, tasted and teased.  Pausing briefly, it lingered there, yes, there.  On that spot there, her gasp sudden and grateful, a momentary, unexpected song breaking our silence. 

Up again, it moved, my tongue, and then down as her body spoke, her hips rising, pushing into me, the moans gentle as my name now spilled from her lips.

My name.  On her lips.

Lost in her warmth, I smiled.  Quick.  Happy.

And then, a third finger sliding inside to join his brothers, I returned my mouth to lovingly kiss the insistent thump-thump-thump of my Grace's secret heart.

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Hot!  Seriously freaking hot!  

And Guess what???  Mikalo's Grace is now available in Paperback!  Here is the link to Amazon to order your own copy today!!!! http://www.amazon.com/Mikalos-Grace-Syndra-K-Shaw/dp/148119559X/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1357402715&sr=1-3&keywords=mikalo%27s+grace

Happy Reading!