Hi all! Sharing today an excerpt from historical romance fiction Against The Tide. Enjoy!
‘Have I been mistaken?’ His voice became soft and edgy. ‘Have I seen feelings where there was only flirtation, allure and beguilement?’
Can a concubine fall in love with a king?
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Please to receive such a lovely review from book blogger and critic Metroreader for Against The Tide, historical romance set in ancient India.
“The cover is so apt and beautiful,” she says. “The author has beautifully portrayed the ancient times with detailed descriptions of scenes and characters. The characters have been etched in detail. Even the secondary characters have a role to play in the story.”
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Hi folks, today I have with me author Divyata Rajaram, whose book If You Only Knew Me is just out. Let us get to know her through a question and answer session.
Do you think reading is a must for writing?
My Mantra really is Read More Write More. Reading fuels your imagination , adds to your vocabulary and sparks a love for the written word!
What is the next book about?
Its an unusual love story between two people who are at opposite ends of the spectrum. Fate conspires to throw them together in the most unlikely of circumstances but not before some twists and turns in the plot that neither one of them could have ever seen coming.
What inspires you from reality to translate into fiction?
Everything inspires me but most of all it is people and the thin line between fantasy and reality.
What is your advice to new authors?
To be relentless in your pursuit of writing. Even if it is just a few pages in a diary every day or a few notes scribbled down . One day it does all come together and begin to make sense.
Why do you write?
I write because I have always seen myself as a story teller. Stories fascinate me , whether telling them or listening to them ever since childhood. Writing is a natural progression of my love for story telling.
Thank you, Divyata. Wish you success with the book.
“Ha … I’ve crossed over to the dark side, Ma. Too late to return home again,” she thought. The black coffee she sipped did nothing to clear the confusion in her head.
Dipika pushed her limp, dank hair out of her eyes, struggling to make sense of the menu in front of her.
That bastard was stringing her along, she knew it. All his false promises meant nothing, she thought wearily while gazing at the menu.
She looked up to find Rupali rushing over to the table.
“Dips, darling, so good to see you,” said Rupali, trying to sound upbeat and cheerful. She almost recoiled as she hugged Dipika.
The stench of body odor and some other strange pungent aroma permeated the air around her.
Dipika looked awful; her usual dark circles worse than ever, hair dank and limp, and lips cracked and blistered. She never used makeup, but this was truly the worst Rupali had ever seen her look in a long while.
“Are you okay, babe?” she asked in a soft whisper. The answer seemed apparent – she was not.
Dipika made a superhuman effort to sound and act normal.
“I haven’t been too well, Rupa. That’s what I had called mom about. Hope she didn’t worry you girls. I’m sure it’s nothing serious. I just haven’t been sleeping much lately and it’s telling on my health.”
Rupali was sure that Dipika was depressed about her father’s upcoming death anniversary.
“Listen, baby … you are going through a tough emotional phase right now. It will get better, I promise. Meanwhile, we are all there for you, okay?” She hoped she sounded more confident than she felt.
Dipika nodded listlessly. Poor Rupali, such a good friend, always looking out for her. Dipika felt a million miles away from her right now.
They finished their coffee and made their way over to a few shops. Rupali could tell Dipika was having trouble walking and put it down to her mystery illness. Psychosomatic symptoms, probably, given her bouts of depression. All she could hope for was that whatever it was, it would clear up and her friend would get back to normal.
Dior, Valentino, Lanvin; there was truly no dearth of high-end brands in the latest styles in the Dubai malls. The girls finally agreed on a stunning Chanel dress, stark and beautiful, in black and white. When Rupali tried it on with the blue turquoise earrings the shop assistant provided, she loved what she saw in the mirror. The hunt for matching shoes took them to the Shoe District where even Dipika was seemingly revived by the stunning collection of Christian Louboutin. Rupa convinced her to pick up a pair of strappy stilettos in hot pink with a gold trim.
Rupali hesitated for a few seconds before charging her card. Sometimes she felt guilty about spending Rohit’s money. However, he had always told her that appearance meant everything – sleek, sophisticated and expensive clothes were his natural choice and, now, hers as well.
Finally, exhausted with their shopping, the girls headed to the parking lot where Rupali’s driver was waiting for them. She asked him to first drop Dipika off at her apartment on Sheikh Zayed Road before heading to her own home.
On her way home, she quickly called up Anjali.
Hi folks, sharing a snippet from Against The Tide- The King and the Concubine, a historical romance set in ancient India which is a newly released book and already no. 1 new release at Amazon.
Enjoy the extract!
He often glanced at her in an intent way, but now his gaze was so intense, it took her breath away and sent an answering surge through her being, so powerful that she was scared of what it meant. Warnings of her mother resounded in her brain. A concubine could never aspire to respectability or to wifely status. She must captivate and hold attention, while keeping her inner self apart from the man and her heart intact. Lohana could not sustain his gaze and let her lashes fall, lest she betray what she wanted to hide. He came close and tugged at her improvised mask to reveal her mouth, then bent down and kissed her – a soft persuasive touch that swept her senses like the wind, taking way her restraint. A trembling awareness ripped through her. This tenderness was unlooked for. Passion, yes, coy glances, flirtation. His confession could have been a compliment. But somehow it wasn’t. It was homage, and so was the kiss…
Can a concubine fall in love?
Lohana knows she cannot even dream of everlasting love. Trained to captivate men for their wealth and proficient in the required arts, a concubine like her is not meant to be a partner for life for anyone and most certainly not for the king. But King Jayatshatru has managed to steal her heart.
In the politics of aristocracy, germs of intrigue flourish hidden behind the ornate doors. As love grows stronger, the plotting against her deepens…
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Unveiling the new cover for my short story collection, Unexpected Valentines.
Starting from light hearted story, Unexpected Valentine, it explores shades of love and romance through serious Chained to Shadows and up to intergalactic travel romance in Hooded Desire. Right and Wrong deserves special mention for being a contest winning story picked up by Harper Collins India.
Unexpected Valentines: A collection of short romantic reads.
Stories in this collection:
Sanjana goes off to stop noise pollution in her neighborhood and runs into a handsome but drunk stranger.
The Magic Within
Why can’t Kaira get rid of the dark memory in her past? Will it end up rocking her marriage?
Chained to Shadows
Victor is ripped apart by the loss of his wife. It’s convenient to blame someone…
Right or Wrong
Two men proposed to Raina, six years ago. She’s married to one while the other professes to still love her. Who is right for her?
Love at Loggerheads
Two lawyers, who are each other’s polar opposites.
Coffee and Clashes
Ritvik Malhotra is the arrogant builder bringing down Isha’s grandmother’s shop. Or is he?
Rivals or friends or something more? An intergalactic mission tests Aurelia in more ways than one.
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And here’s the new cover 🙂
If you enjoy short reads, do pick up the book.