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Book Blitz: Finding Her Way - An Indian Girl's dilemma by Ruchi Vasudeva


Book Blitz: Finding Her Way - An Indian Girl's dilemma by Ruchi Vasudeva
Print Length: 16 pages
Publication Date: February 12, 2018
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English
Available on Kindle Unlimited 
Genre: Short Story 



What does marriage mean for an Indian girl? Whether she marries for love or by arrangement, she’s forced to obey unreasonable demands. But she also wants to live her life on her own terms.

Avni is such a girl. When the man she loves and cares for wholeheartedly, throws her a curve ball, she chooses to walk away. What comes next for Avni?

It would be great if you can add this book to your TBR

About Ruchi Vasudeva in her own words:
I’m a doctor by profession, a teacher by vocation and an author by destiny. The writing bug has long resided in me and a contest held by Harlequin for Indian authors gave me a golden opportunity to have my dream realized. I debuted in August ’13 with my book ‘Bollywood Fiancé For A Day’. I write romantic fiction with conflicted characters who come into their own in their quest of reaching out for love. I love to write about spirited heroines getting hurtled out of their daily life as soon as they cross paths with their rather challenging heroes. 
I keep busy juggling writing with my medical job and family life with my doctor husband and two wiser-than-thou teens. When not bent double over the laptop, I might be found with my nose in books or munching nachos at the movies or glued to the telecast of Team India or Chennai Super Kings in action. Sometimes I drag myself for walks and surprisingly discover they are rather good for brewing story ideas! 
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#excerpt #HisChristmasMiracle #romance #beachside #Christmas #series

Sharing today an excerpt from new release His Christmas Miracle.

In this, Kyle and Chrissie have a peaceful moment but again end up in a brawl 🙂



‘I enjoyed today,’ Chrissie told him as they drew up at the villa. Her gaze sparkled with the glaze of amethysts, causing him to breathe in slowly and deeply.
‘It’s not over yet. We can go down to the beach together.’ He hadn’t really planned to say that.
‘OK. I’ll get my beach things and meet you in…ten minutes?’ She didn’t want to think about his reasons any more.
Kyle felt a surge of excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time. ‘Done.’
Evening rays were still quite warm as they settled on the almost deserted beach. They sipped coconut water from the green fruit, Chrissie having overridden Kyle’s frowning looks and insisting that he should also have it. In companionable silence, they watched the rushing of waves coming in and receding.
‘Want to try the water?’
He peeled off his tee. Chrissie tried not to let her gaze get glued to his torso. She’d known he was fit, but the clothes had hidden the ripple of honed muscles and broad chest. His trunks clung to lean hips and exposed long powerful thighs and muscled legs.
‘Come on,’ he prompted, his voice lazy and decadent or so it seemed. She obeyed, getting rid of the long shift she wore. Her tummy didn’t show the pregnancy as yet, though she had gained a gentle convexity though indulgence in the delicious food Tonya cooked.
She didn’t know he noticed or not because she took care not to look directly at him, instead focusing on the waves ahead.
Kyle held her hand firmly and found himself resisting the impulse to trace the indentation of her spine as she kept a little ahead. Her modest bikini was almost one piece, her waist covered at the sides. Probably to keep from getting too much sun. The deep blue of the fabric stretched over her like a second skin. Her breasts were fuller than the dress had hinted, the deep V of her cleavage enhanced by the bra. She couldn’t fail to notice his scrutiny surely. Small, curvy and saucy, she made him lose track of where he was and why. He had to drag his gaze away from her.
The water was choppy. They soon turned back. Chrissie urged him to give in to the persistent plea of a water sports renter, but he shook his head firmly. A few groups strolled up and the man went away to try his luck with the late comers.
Kyle ran a hand through his hair and flopped on to his towel, exercising his shoulders to get rid of the knot between them.
‘Tired?’ Chrissie rubbed herself dry.
‘Stubborn,’ she awarded.
He laughed. ‘OK. Just a bit.’ He reached up to rub his neck. ‘You’ve led me through quite a chase, so… you’ve got a few blisters still,’ he said, glancing at her stomach.
‘It’s fine. Almost healed.’
‘Thank God. I was scared that time.’
‘How did you find me?’ It crossed her mind that he’d said Dan refused to tell him where she was.
‘Your brother’s wife, Tonya, told me. Thanks for the message by the way. I was going crazy wondering where were you and what were you planning.’
‘How could you?’ Her annoyance with him returned. ‘Didn’t I get through to you how concerned I was about the baby too?’
‘Yes, but hey you said yourself, I’m a worrier. I had to come and see for myself,’ he said softly. ‘Things happened just too fast. First all the hoopla about Sophie…Zuzana…’
She relaxed a fraction. ‘I know it was hard on you. You never suspected, did you? She –
was she a normal wife to you?’ She blushed and added hastily, ‘I mean, a good sort of wife?’ What had made her ask that? The need to know how this so accurate and sharp man had been bamboozled.
‘Very much a good wife, I should say.’ His mouth twisted. ‘I wouldn’t say caring, but she did all the right things at the right time. She’d take care of everything and judged exactly what I wanted or needed. Breakfast ready on the dot. Clothes laid out. When I came home, music would be playing. Classical or jazz, which I liked. She’d massage my shoulders and let me relax.’
She coughed deliberately. ‘I get the picture.’ Next, he’d be telling her about their bedtime stories.
‘Don’t worry. I’m not going into our sex life,’ he said sardonically, reading her mind.
‘You seemed so immersed in fond memories.’ His mouth tightened and too late she realized her mistake. They could simply not get on well. She closed her eyes briefly. ‘I – we should leave now. I’ll be late for dinner.’
He turned the stormy blue eyes on her and this time she couldn’t escape the force of his gaze. ‘Don’t go rushing off. We can dine together.’
Her eyes were level with his as he leaned closer in an effort to persuade her. She hesitated, in that fraction of time acutely conscious of his nearness. The water droplets shone on his smooth skin. Velvet skin covering steel like muscles. His stomach was so flat, ridged by corded brawn. On his chest, a dark fuzz spread, tapering down to discontinue and then reform just below his navel. She inhaled slowly as her lungs felt deprived of air. He was virile, hot blooded, and she was…
A pregnant female, she reminded herself.
He was inviting her to spend time with him for the sake of his baby. Not because he wanted her company for himself.
She said, laughing lightly, ‘What? Another meal with you? That would be extending the day to boring.’
His mouth curved, but his eyes hardened. She recognized the smile for the mocking travesty it was. ‘Oh, hardly boring. Women vie to have the chance.’
‘How nice. Do grab yourself some while you’re about,’ she said politely.
‘Oh, I will. Quite a lot of leggy beauties around here.’
She glanced at the tanned lanky female forms lounging around. He was staring at a group of beachwear clad girls standing nearby. Chrissie felt her fists clench. ‘Nice to see you’re recovering well from the Sophie escapade.’
He gave her a dark look. ‘I’m a single man now. In a holiday spot. Why shouldn’t I live it up?’
‘Please do,’ she snapped. ‘I’ll be fine walking back. Don’t let that thought stop you.’
‘Many thanks for being understanding.’ Abruptly, he got up and went away. She saw him chatting to a laughing Indian girl, wearing a shapely sarong like beach dress which fell open at neck and showed her deeply cut bikini top. Jealousy pierced her. She tried to ignore them but the girl laughed too loudly at all of his comments. Ego panderer, she thought resentfully, busying herself in clicking selfies. Then they got up and Kyle led her to his car. Chrissie felt like throwing a coconut at his windshield as he backed the shiny red sedan out and they drove away. She turned her head away from where they had disappeared and stared over the waves. Why should she bother?



Chrissie’s impossible wish…

Kyle Masson’s marriage has been a sham. Now after two years of apparent happiness, all he’s left with, is a surrogate mother, pregnant with his child. Determined to at least be a proper father, he is ready to care for her throughout her pregnancy. But his experience has left him suspicious. Duped by one woman, he’s determined not to let Chrissie out of his sight. So, when she plans a trip to India without his knowledge, Kyle follows hot on her heels.
Chrissie feels oppressed by her situation. Kyle’s heavy-handed tactics are driving her mad and to complicate matters even further, she’s seriously attracted to him. Surely she can’t be drawn to a man this bossy? And then as she gets to know him, an insidious, impossible dream begins. That her baby should have both parents.
As compelling attraction drives them together, that wistful yearning appears to take on a hazy form.
But Chrissie knows her dreams are poised to be shattered. For she is bound to be only a surrogate, never a real mum.
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New Book Release His Christmas Miracle 

Happy to share with you all that His Christmas Miracle released on 12th Feb. 

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Kyle Masson’s marriage has been a sham. Now after two years of apparent happiness, all he’s left with, is a surrogate mother, pregnant with his child. Determined to at least be a proper father, he is ready to care for her throughout her pregnancy. But his experience has left him suspicious. Duped by one woman, he’s determined not to let Chrissie out of his sight. So, when she plans a trip to India without his knowledge, Kyle follows hot on her heels.
Chrissie feels oppressed by her situation. Kyle’s heavy-handed tactics are driving her mad and to complicate matters even further, she’s seriously attracted to him. Surely she can’t be drawn to a man this bossy? And then as she gets to know him, an insidious, impossible dream begins. That her baby should have both parents.
As compelling attraction drives them together, that wistful yearning appears to take on a hazy form.
But Chrissie knows her dreams are poised to be shattered. For she is bound to be only a surrogate, never a real mum.
It’s available at Kindle unlimited  and as Kindle ebook at all Amazon marketplaces.

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What reviewers say:

“From the get-go, the writing is such that it evoked strong feelings and emotions in me.” – Floryie

“sweet, tough and sassy story” – Ashwini GK


#review #LastManShedLove #romance #kindleunlimited #ebook 

Sharing here about the lovely review for Last Man She’d Love from The Book Elf. Thank you!

A snippet from the review:

“I like the way her heroines are not clingy damsel in distress. They don’t need to be rescued; rather they can do the rescuing for others.”

I like that a reviewer appreciates the same quality in the heroines of my book that I do.

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Spotlight: Sins of the Father by Sunanda Chatterjee #TheBookClub


Sins of The Father
Sunanda Chatterjee 

Police Officer Harrison McNamara grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. The former Wellington Estates heir has dedicated his life to taking criminals off the streets. But when he goes undercover to expose a blackmailing scheme, he meets a freelance model who may hold a key to his past.
For psychologist Laura Carson, freelancing as a model is the perfect bridge until she can set up her practice. But her modeling agency isn’t what she expected. Encountering the enigmatic undercover cop might be everything she’s ever wanted—and everything she must avoid.
As Laura and Harrison grow closer, their past threatens to destroy them. Trapped in an unending cycle of guilt and blame, can they find a way to bury the sins of the past for a future of redemption and love? 
Book 1 of the Wellington Estates Series, Sins of the Father is a stand-alone romantic saga.


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AT THE END of class, Laura Carson assigned the reading for her Child Psychology seminar, snatched her embroidered tote bag from the desk drawer, and waited for her students to leave the classroom. Some students hurried out, others sauntered in twos and threes, laughing over some inside joke and planning their lunch. Once everyone had left, Laura turned off the lights and hurried down the hallway. Her wristwatch read 12:05. If she grabbed a quick sandwich, she’d be on time for the photoshoot. Laura pushed open the exit door of the building as blinding light from the late California summer assaulted her eyes. She shoved her hand into her tote bag for her sunglasses and stepped into the sunny, brick-lined walkway. Students thronged the campus at lunchtime like a wolf-pack on a hunt. Just as she let the door close behind her, someone crashed into her. She winced in the bright sunlight and said, “Watch where you’re going, dude!” Clutching her shoulder, she stared in dismay at the contents of her bag now scattered on the ground. Great! Now she’d be late. She cursed under her breath. She looked up to glare at the clumsy clod who had bumped into her. But she stood transfixed, mesmerized by the hazel eyes of a man built like Hercules. Hazel with green speckles. In his button-down shirt tucked into pleated khakis, he didn’t look like he belonged on a college campus. This Adonis should be in Hollywood. He apologized and bent down to pick up her things. Their hands brushed, and a shiver ran down her spine as he glanced at her paper: Effects of Family Reputation on the Child’s Personality. She picked up her lipstick, mints, hand lotion, sunglasses, receipts for grocery and lunches, and the usual bric-a-brac she stuffed into her tote. Her wallet lay open, a business card peeking out. The man grabbed it and frowned as he stared at the card. “Hey!” She tried to snatch it from him, but he moved his hand away with the swiftness of a fox and held it just outside her reach. “Give me that.” Still kneeling on the walkway, he hesitated, and asked, “Do you work for them?” She looked at the business card for The Angels, the modeling agency where Laura was to have a photoshoot in twenty minutes. She’d modeled for a photography class as a fun project, and Professor Warren told her she had the face of an angel. He knew people at this agency, and if she was interested in making extra money, she should give them a call. “Do you?” asked the handsome hulk, staring at the appointment time she’d scrawled on the card. He didn’t exude curiosity. The way his eyebrows knitted together, it emanated disapproving hostility. Laura was annoyed at his intrusiveness. There was nothing wrong with trying to make a bit of extra cash. Her oncologist mother could well afford to pay for her education, but Laura knew the value of money. She’d worked on campus on minimum wage with non-existent tips all through college and graduate school. She had completed her supervised hours as a therapist, and her mentor had told her she was ready to start her own practice. All she had to do was find an office space. But she enjoyed teaching undergrads in the interim, trying to psychoanalyze them when they asked questions. And the longer she delayed her jump into the life of a therapist, the more her desperation for extra cash, especially now that her roommates were ready to abandon her to move onto bigger things. Besides, her soon-to-be-ex-roommate Elena worked for The Angels and had recommended the agency. The man was waiting for her answer. She held his gaze and said, “It’s none of your business.” Laura didn’t understand the emotion in his eyes. Concern? Worry? He said, “Um…” She looked at the enchanting frown lines on his forehead. “Yes?” The urge to run her hands through his hair mortified and surprised her, as if a magnetic pull drew her to him like a moth drawn to a flame. She grabbed the last credit card lying on the ground. He used her pen to write his phone number on the back of The Angels’ card and handed it back to her, their hands touching once again, as an electric current ran up her arm, jolting her with an unfamiliar sensation. She quirked an eyebrow, still kneeling. The bricks on the walkway dug painfully into her exposed knee, and she tucked her skirt under it. “Presumptuous, aren’t we?” He put the card from The Angels inside her wallet and returned it to her. She took it from him and stuffed the credit card she’d picked up. When she looked up at him, he extended his hand, a smile playing on his lips as if he was enjoying himself, and she was surprised at his sudden change from concern to mirth. Then he spoke in a resonant baritone. “Can I have my credit card back? Or are you planning to rob me blind?” Laura flushed and stared at her wallet in dismay. She had indeed picked up his credit card. Poisonous words from her childhood stormed through her mind, piercing her heart: You’re a thief like your father. Hands shaking, she returned the card and said, “I’m not a thief!” The face of her ex-boyfriend, George, flashed in front of her eyes. But this time she actually had picked up someone else’s credit card, albeit by mistake. George’s angry yells still rang in her ears. “You’re just like your father!” Although it had happened a year ago, the raw hurt was still fresh in her heart, like a slash from a six inch blade. Why had she been foolish enough to reveal her family secret? George had told her about his arrest for driving under the influence, and she’d told him about her father. After George broke up with her, she was determined never to confide in anyone, and had started a string of meaningless dates. “Hey!” said the man in front of her, bringing her back to the present. She looked at him, anger and confusion blinding her momentarily. “I was kidding,” he said with a grin as he pocketed his card. Then he stood up, towering over her. “Can you tell me the way to Freshman English?” The brilliance of the grin dazzled her as she threw her things back into her tote bag. Warmth flooded through her as the irritation washed away like dust from her unwashed windshield after a shower, her need to make a good impression on him, intense. Her head reeled as she straightened up. “New on campus? You look a bit old for Freshman English.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Looks can be deceptive. And some of us have to work.” She wondered what he meant. Had he worked before starting college? Or was working while in college? Intrigued, she smiled and led him a few feet away to the campus map displayed on an angled stone plaque upon which stood an abandoned coffee-cup. She tossed the cup into an overfilled trashcan beside it. “English Department holds all the freshman classes in Mudd Building.” She pointed to the star. “We’re here. You take Ackerman Way down to Bolden Plaza and turn right. You’ll see Mudd Building on the left. Ask someone once you get there.” “Thanks,” he said, and flashed her a smile that enlivened his face once more. She wanted to hand him the business card of The Angels for he could well be a model himself. In a moment, he would walk away and she’d never see him again. For some reason, the thought brought an ache to her heart. On a whim, she said, “I’m Laura Carson, by the way.” She hoped he’d take the hint and introduce himself; she had squandered the opportunity to see his name on the credit card. “Harrison McNamara.” He walked away from her as she watched his receding back, his muscular, lithe frame disappearing into the crowd of students down the walkway in the dappled shade of the jacaranda trees. He was gone, but he had left her his name, like the pleasant aftertaste of chocolate that lingers long after the ice cream is finished. Behind him, the outlines of the San Gabriel Mountains of Southern California rose tall and wide, their tops covered in clouds, promising delightful mystery, inviting her to ascend into the uncertainty. Stop behaving like a teenager, Laura. You’re a therapist! Still, a smile stole on her lips. Harrison McNamara was like no one she’d dated before. George had been much older than her, and she was drawn to his success. She cooked and cleaned for him and ran errands like a housemaid, staying over at his place more often than not. Her best friend and roommate, Juhi Raina, had told her she was being foolish over someone who didn’t value her as a person, as a professional. And she was right, for George had turned out to be a judgmental prick. The lingering scent of Harrison McNamara’s aftershave knotted her stomach, reminding her of her empty life. Of late, her dates were guys she picked up from a dating site, just for an evening of fun. They’d have drinks together, and depending on whether they were gentlemen, she’d bring them back home and go on a second date. But most of her relationships ended on her doorstep at the end of her first date, with or without a goodnight kiss like the period at the end of an uninspiring sentence. But Harrison was someone she wanted to get to know better. She touched her lips, letting her feverish mind imagine his mouth on hers, and a rush of adrenaline drowned her in foolish anticipation. Her reverie was broken by a flyer that flew right into her face. It was about Kara. A few days ago, the suicide of the co-ed had shrouded the campus in confusion and sorrow. Laura had been dismayed at the news. She remembered Kara from her Intro to Psychology class as a studious, pretty girl who kept to herself. But the resilient arrogance of youth sprung back from tragedy with unnerving rapidity; after just two days of mourning, the college moved on with classes, shows, and parties, and Laura had found herself getting ready for new hope and prospects. She pulled out her phone and called Juhi, who was busy with the opening of her boutique. Juhi had worked at an upscale boutique for a few years until she started designing dresses and evening gowns in the condo. She had recently found the guts to open her own shop. Laura was both proud and envious of her courage and wished some of it had rubbed off on her. Juhi said, “Just two weeks left, Laura. You’ll come to the opening, right?” Laura remembered a weekend back in middle school when she’d promised to visit Juhi, but forgot to call and cancel when Elena showed up at her door for a school project. The next day at school, Juhi threw haughty glances her way until lunchtime, and when Laura asked her what happened, Juhi said, “Laura, you are my only real friend. But I get it. You have many friends and have every right to see them. I’m trying to deal with it. Just, do me a favor. If you make plans with me, stick to them. Because when I make plans with you, I clear my whole calendar.” Laughing at the memory, Laura cupped her hand over the phone and said, “I’ve cleared my whole calendar.” “Good!” Laura grinned, as the comfort of years of friendship enveloped her in its warmth. She may not have a boyfriend, but she had a best friend. “I might even bring a date. Juhi, I think I met the one.” Juhi laughed. “Again? Where? Who is he?” “I bumped into him.” “Bumped into a guy and have an instant crush. Can it be more cliché? And where did this happen?” Laura laughed. “On Ackerman. He was on his way to class.” “You’re a Clinical Psychologist, Laura. Since when are you interested in college kids?” Laura sighed. “Since Harrison McNamara started Freshman English.”

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About the author







Sunanda J. Chatterjee writes romantic sagas and family dramas, with empowered heroines and noble heroes, and all manner of family relationships. She loves extraordinary love stories and heartwarming tales of duty and passion. Her themes include the immigrant experience, women’s issues, and medicine.



Her books have consistently been the Top 100 bestsellers on Amazon USA and Amazon India in Asian Literature, Indian Writing, and Asian Drama categories. Her short stories have appeared in anthologies, short-story.net and induswomanwriting.com.



She grew up in Bhilai, India and now lives in Arcadia, California with her husband and two wonderful children. When she is not by the microscope or creating imaginary worlds, she reads, sings, goes on long walks, and binge-watches old TV dramas.



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Guest post by Sunanda Chatterjee #TheBookClub

Today I have on my blog author Sunanda Chatterjee who’s on the blog tour of her book Sins of the Father. Here’s my question for Sunanda and her answer for the guest post for the tour.

How do you choose the setting for your book? What inspires you to make it the background for your story?

The settings of my books vary with my mood. Having lived in India and USA, most of my books feature both countries. Southern California is featured in many of my stories. But when I visit a new place, sometimes I decide to include it in my books. In Shadowed Promise, the story starts during the riots in Bombay in 1993, when I happened to be in Bombay for an exam. In Fighting for Tara, the setting is in Rajasthan (I visited years ago) and Northern California where my sister lives. The Blue House of Bishop is based in the Sierra Nevada mountains in California where I vacationed a few springs ago, and in Bhilai, India, where I grew up.

My current series is based in a fictional exclusive neighbourhood in Southern California and parts of Nashik in India where I worked for a while and where my cousin lives.

I decide the timeline based on the story. Shadowed Promise started in the 1990’s because riots had an important part to play. It traversed the 9/11 terrorist attacks and were featured in the story. Most other stories are contemporary.

What inspires me to make it a background of my story? Sometimes the story demands it, as I explained above. At other times, it might simply be a lovely sunset, or a cute bakery, or a college campus or just a picturesque street I see that sparks a scene in my mind. I’m sure other authors do the same.


Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Sunanda. I agree a picturesque scene lends itself readily to interpretation in the story. When we use setting in an impressive and blending way with the story, it enhances the plot and becomes a part of the narration. Wish you the best for your book.



#excerpt #Newbook #HisChristmasMiracle #HCM 

Hi folks! 

Sharing a snippet today from soon to be released romance, His Christmas Miracle. 


‘Aren’t you going to kiss me hello?’

The man was flirting with her. He did pick his times. She turned, a spark lighting her eyes. ‘You’ve kissed me already.’

‘That was my hello. Where’s yours?’


Hope you enjoyed reading this.

Check out the blurb:

Kyle Masson’s marriage has been a sham. Now after two years of apparent happiness, all he’s left with, is a surrogate mother, pregnant with his child…

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