#Sharing #excerpt from #romance #AgainstAllRules

Hi everyone,

Sharing an excerpt from the first book I published as indie author. Against All Rules is very close to my heart since it marks my debut into the world of self publishing. It taught me a lot. Since then many books have been launched and some did better than it, but the accolades won by this remain cherished.

It’s a sizzling snippet, so beware! *wink *

Excerpt:

At last he saw the acknowledgement in her eyes. They softened and glowed as though she was reliving the surge of sensations they both had been enveloped in. How could this girl, whom he would have said he was unlikely to find desirable, arouse such a potent awareness in him so that he found himself locked in the hazel pools of her eyes, pulled in till he had no volition left of his own and was only dimly aware when he found he was cupping her jaw, bending to kiss her and then it didn’t matter because a bare couple of inches didn’t take much to cover. Not when he was being sucked in by a force larger than his resistance. Not when the prize was the contact of her soft lips. He needed to touch those, have them under his, taste the ripe flavor of her heat, soft and sweet and infinitely giving. Then he was tasting it all. Arousing. Passionately generous. He wanted it to go on forever. He wanted to end the light exploration and deepen it into complete abandon.

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Blurb:

Desire which breaks all rules…
Samara, the cool and efficient office assistant at work, is hopelessly attracted to her boss. Strong as the attraction is, she’s equally determined to keep it a secret from the suave tycoon, Tahir Virani.
Tahir, the distant and at times, sarcastic boss, has no time for Samara. Embittered and cynical after his failed marriage, he has no intention of getting involved and certainly not in anything long term.
A kiss changes everything. The office logistics go haywire as awareness zooms to level ‘O’. Soon, one thing is clear, they can no longer ignore each other.
But Tahir has clearly no intention of breaking his office protocol and Samara would never settle for a fling.
When the fire is set, who can avoid the blaze?

Reviews:

“A superbly written book with well delineated characters and scorching chemistry!”
“The palpable attraction between the two and the fight of principles takes us on an intense, hot and passionate journey. If one is looking for a hotter than hot Indian romance on a dreamy night or day `Against All Rules’ is the book.”
“A read guaranteed to keep you warm at night:)’ ”

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Spotlight on Beyond Scars’ by Alka Dimri Saklani #fiction #novel

Hello everyone,

I’m sharing today Book Spotlight – ‘Beyond Scars’ by Alka Dimri Saklani

Blurb:
Hi, I am Avinash, but this is not my story. This is the story of Avni, my sister. I know the smell of cement and bricks still pulls her to the incident seven years ago where she made a daring yet ruthless decision. I know she is drifting away. I know she has begun to find comfort in Vivaan. But I don’t know if I like it.

Hi, I am Avni, but this is not my story. This is the story of Vivaan, the stunning, vivacious painter. There is something sad about the paintings he has locked away from the world in his storeroom. But he never talks about it. But then there are a lot of things he doesn’t talks about, like how deeply he loves me.

And what about Dev and Kangana? Isn’t this their story too? It wouldn’t have been if only we did one single thing differently on that ill-fated night, the night that changed the course of our destiny. And hey, I am Vivaan.

And what about me? Why does nobody talk about me? Or talk to me? Because I am a little girl or because…Well, this is my story too. You will ask who I am? The answer lies somewhere in the pages of BEYOND SCARS.

Excerpt from the book:
I closed my eyes but before I could drift away a loud thud startled me. When I opened my eyes Avni was on the floor, curled into a ball, gasping to breathe, and trembling heavily.
Shit. She had a panic attack.
“Avni, Avni sit straight and take a deep breath.” I rushed to her, lifted her by her shoulders and helped her sit. Her earthy aroma captured my senses and it was becoming hard to keep the distance, fighting the urge to protect her, embrace her in my arms. I helped her sit against the wall and rushed to the nearby tap. I got some water in my palms and sprinkled some on her face. I rushed to the tap again and got some water for her to drink. She pushed aside my hand.
“Avni, you need to calm down. You are here for Tia.” Thankfully, I knew how to convince her.
She sipped the water and as her soft lips touched my palms, a thousand desires were unchained. It took the last ounce of my will power to control my urge to hug her tightly and kiss away her worries like the old days. She soon pulled back and rested her back on the wall, creating distance between us. Once again.
I stood up and walked back to get a grip on my emotions. I pushed my hands, that were still burning from her touch, in my pocket.

Amazon Link:
India: https://www.amazon.in/dp/B07MH9WJC6
US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07MH9WJC6
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07MH9WJC6

To know more about the author, visit her website: http://www.alkadimrisaklani.com

#Giveaway #Romance #ebook #AgainstTheTide #Valentinesday

What’s better than getting a chance to win a romance book on Valentine’s day?
All you have to do is leave a comment on my guest post at DDS reviews blog to enter the giveaway for an ecopy of historical romance Against The Tide.
I am at Debdatta’s blog talking about my favourite author and waiting to know about yours.
Good luck for the giveaway. Remember to leave a comment at the blog post linked below.

You can discuss your favourite author or tell me why you’d like to win a copy of Against The Tide.

*Only the comments at DDS reviews blog post will be valid to enter the giveaway.*

https://www.ddsreviews.in/2019/02/my-favourite-author.html

Guest post by author Aarti V. Raman

Hi everyone, A very Happy Valentine’s Day.

On this special day of romance, I have here the lovely Aarti V Raman to share about her favourite books to read and how she fell in love with them.

So without delay, over to Aarti.

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How I Fell For Trope-y Romances.

The arrogant billionaire. The brooding boss. The virgin secretary. The betrayed wife. The secret baby. The ugly duckling turned into beautiful swan. The lover she can’t forget. The best friend who becomes so much more. The marriage of convenient revenge.

For those familiar with category romances (Mills and Boon and Harlequin, to be precise) these words will sound like home. After all, any romance lover worth their salt has consumed the case of the brooding arrogant billionaire who blackmails his innocent (read sexually inexperienced) secretary into becoming his wife because her brother steals his patented video game. (I JUST MADE THAT UP!) Of course, then they have mind blowing sex and intense revelations that lead to their happy ever after, because romance.

Romantic tropes are God’s blood for romance writers. It is our personal playground. Our heaven and hell. Because the trick to writing good, nay, great romance is to ‘subvert the trope’ without losing its essence. And, trust me when I say this, it is Mission Impossible on the worst days.

Now let’s go back in time, to when I was a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, extremely lazy student who snuck novels into her textbooks and read them. I have always talked about how Sidney Sheldon’s Nothing Lasts Forever was my introduction to adult books, to truly great writing and plotting at age 10.

But, my first brush with trope-y Mills and Boon romance was a little gem of a book called Don’t Fence Me In by the esteemed Kathleen Korbel. It was an early nineties love story but it subverted all the tropes, people.

Picture this. A famous Hollywood superstar has burned out and wants to hide out in his cattle ranch in mega-rural Wyoming/Montana/Missouri/Colorado till he figures out his next move. He wears a bushy beard and contacts to hide who truly is. The heroine is his competent ranch manager. A single mom with a gifted child. A snarky redhead. A spectacular horsewoman. And, like basically, kickass.

Sparks fly when the drunk ranch owner shows up unannounced and wants to see how the place works. Can the Hollywood superstar win the heart of the small town cowgirl or will it be curtains close for these two sweet peeps before opening night?

Don’t Fence Me In worked for me on so many freaking levels that I immediately went to our local secondhand book shop (this was pre-smartphones so I actually READ the books) and devoured all the Mills and Boon romances and well, it was the beginning of a long and beautiful friendship that lasts till today.

Don’t is a classic example of trope subversion – a cowboy romance coupled with fish out of water and the ever-classic small town and city mouse. But, here the heroine is the cowgirl, the hero falls on his ass when he tries to rope a steer! The heroine is adorably small town and still worldly wise for never having been outside of the continental United States. Their pasts are addressed neatly and the dialog is sparkly. And, Noah Campbell is SUCH A DECENT guy for being a Hollywood top dog, I can’t stress this enough. Oh and if all this isn’t too much, there’s a cattle ranch mystery to solve too!

All in all, Don’t Fence Me In and other great category romances will basically do this – put you in the world of a wonderful, universal love story and still shake up your world view just a little. All with a guaranteed happily ever after and oodles of smexy scenes.

It’s why I love reading them. And why it is my personal privilege and honor to write tropey romances.

Wishing everyone a very tropey, gooey, HAPPY Valentine’s Day!

Xx
Writer Gal

Author Bio
Aarti V Raman lives in Mumbai, India and has been a commercial editor and business journalist for the better part of a decade.

She is an incurable romantic who has taken up the task of bringing Happily Ever After to life for the characters in her head. She has three traditionally published novels out, all contemporary romances from 2014-2016, with the next one slated for release in 2019.

She currently writes and self-publishes steamy contemporary romance for urban millennials with a global twist. Sometimes, there are guns and car chases too.

Her new contemporary romance series include GEEKS OF CALTECH and ROYALS OF STELLANGARD as well as standalone romances – all of which have become Amazon India and US bestsellers.

She has also appeared as speaker at lit festivals and events around India and also dabbles in poetry, while conducting creative writing workshops.

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Thank you, Aarti. Now let’s take a look at her new book. Congrats, Aarti on the lovely cover.

Blurb:

Mixed martial arts studio owner Kit Barranos has always been a fighter. He will fight for his family. For his friends. For anyone in need.
What he doesn’t know how to do is fight for himself…
… Or the inconvenient and consuming desire he has for single mom Lily Fallahil.
Office manager, Lily has spent the last decade raising her son and proving her independence to her protective and overbearing brother, Drake.
She has no time for romance. Especially with Kit Barranos, who has a body to die for and eyes that rip at her soul.
When Kit reveals his heartbreaking secret to Lily – he has a brother he never knew about, one he considered his closest friend – it brings them closer, creates a bond neither can deny.
And paves the way for a steamy attraction that explodes between them.
But it isn’t just Lily that Kit is slowly but surely falling for. It’s her adorable son, Bret.
Navigating the holidays, their families and their feelings is no easy task.
Flawed and fiercely loyal, Kit and Lily have fought the odds and survived.
But, survival no longer seems enough.
Can they take a chance on each other, on fate… On a love that braves The Heart of You?
The Heart of You is Book Three of The Geeks of Caltech, a unique band of friends bonded by loyalty, brotherhood, and pain. The Geeks of Caltech are to die for and their women all they wish to live for!

#FightsceneFriday #new #excerpt

Hello! It’s time to share another excerpt for Fight scene Friday. If you are an author, you can share your excerpt by submitting via contact me button.

Today’s excerpt is from romance novel, More Than Just Desire. It’s a romance full of emotional conflict between an actor heroine and a film director hero. It’s set against the background of Indian Hollywood popularly called Bollywood but meant to indicate Mumbai.

Here’s the excerpt. Enjoy.

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‘You’ll divorce me?’ The sense of anticlimax she felt annoyed her. Why wouldn’t he, for God’s sake? She’d been a far from ideal partner. No man wanted a three year estranged wife surely? Or why would he allow her to remain away for so long? For no logical reason, the knowledge had a sharp edge, stabbing her deeply.

Arfaaz’s gaze was fixed on the flush deepening on her cheeks. The color of anger…or joy at getting her freedom? It had been a mistake to pick her up in his arms, to give in to the urge to subdue that stubborn defiance. Three years since he’d touched her, yet her bones felt as delicate under his hands as the night he’d gripped her shoulders in anger. Evoking the same remorse one might feel for handling a bird badly. She had worn a metal colored dress that night. He could still feel the slithery fabric beneath his fingers. Another of her risqué dresses, with deceptively demure full sleeves while the shocker was the back. Which was missing. He had never objected to what she wore, though primitive instincts protested. She had a media image to maintain. He hadn’t wanted to act the possessive husband. A mistake, he thought again. Even the brief brush of her body against his had lit a spark that reminded him of how possessive he’d wanted to be. She had taken enough advantage of him. The grim thought rose from a host of emotions. He’d suffered, he’d been fooled, he’d been dumped. Was he going to take it all and let her go as easy as pie?

‘If you want a divorce, you’ll have to do a small favor for me first,’ he said.

‘Favor?’

‘Something which is important to me. Then you’ll be free to go.’

‘I will?’

He shrugged, letting her make what she could out of it.

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Plan Your Writing #writetips

Hi everyone!

Here in north India the winters are in full swing. Of course, they are not to be compared with the snow and sub zero temperature zones, but still enough to slow down the pace. I think winters are ideal to get some more of writing time put in. The long evenings when you don’t feel like going out can be adjusted for lots of reading and writing. Do you agree?

So let me ask you. Do you plan your writing? I think planning is a big and important part of adding pace to your work in progress. We can sit down and randomly get down words – and they may be brilliant. But it is comforting and definitely good for your blood pressure if you know you have everything under control including the required writing time for your novel.

How can you plan to write?

First, a good prepping is conducive to writing. Charge your laptop or sharpen your pencils, whatever you like to do. Clean up your desk top and organise your work space. Just the act of making sure you’re ready is enough to put you in the mood to write.

Prepping can include having your favourite beverage at your side. How inviting the atmosphere will be then! The wordsmith in you will not be able to resist it.

Second, know your limit. You should know some goal or scene towards which you’ll be writing. If you’re beginning, you should know your inciting incident. If you’re in the middle, you should know which important point comes next. You can overshoot the mark and write on, but you should know in which direction you’re aiming.

Third, leave research for another time. If you want to get the most out of your writing, don’t stall the flow by pausing to dive into the minutiae. You want to build the current and keep the word count ticking. Either do your research before hand and have your notes handy. Or put a mark where in-depth details are needed and get back to it later.

So, these are the key points in planning your writing time. Do you want to add any more? I would love to hear in the comments.

Happy writing!

#Sharing #conflict scene #AgainstTheTide #fightsceneFriday

A conflict is necessary to give pace to any story. Hashtag fightsceneFriday is a new feature on this blog to highlight conflict. Of course, we like to read and enjoy times of laughter and love. But in fiction, we turn the pages faster when something like an impending collision brews. So read on and enjoy the twists in the tales by reading and sharing this hashtag. Writers are invited to share their favourite conflict scenes in their books. Readers take an opportunity to devour the topsy turvy incidents.

Today, I’m sharing my favourite conflict scene from historical novella, Against The Tide. Published at Amazon and reaching no. 1 spot in its category in one day, this is the story of a courtesan in ancient India set against the glamorous backdrop of a palace. It follows the unfolding of the intrigues of royal family and the forbidden love between a king and a concubine.

Hope you will like this snippet as much as I do 🙂

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She sprang back at the words, the chisel slipping from her grasp. It would have hit her toe if he didn’t swing forward his arm and catch it mid-air.

Wide accusing eyes looked at him and unexpected tears sprang to her eyes till the emotional current became too much and they spilled over, her gaze blurring as they flooded over and slipped down her cheeks.

‘Lohana!’ His voice was guttural and low, betraying his concern. ‘Now what have I said?’ He tried to inject a teasing note, saying lightly, ‘I need more lessons in tact, I guess.’

She wiped her cheeks with the edge of blue muslin. ‘Maharaj, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t spoil your mood. I know you were joking. It’s unbecoming in me to take things you say so seriously…’

‘Even a smart diplomat can stumble,’ he said severely, ‘So I won’t punish you for this blunder. What makes you think I’m not serious?’

‘Maharaj!’ She held up a hand to ward him off, but which was ensnared in the crushing grip of his larger hand. He eased the force immediately. But his voice was commanding. ‘Lohana, I don’t make mistakes in people and certainly not in my feelings!’

‘I’m –’ She drew in a breath, knowing she’d given away more than she intended, but finding it difficult to regulate her unruly emotions. ‘I’m flattered, sire,’ she managed.

Her hand dropped from his grip. ‘Flattered?’ He sounded incredulous.

Taking courage in both hands, she dared a look up and found a thundering scowl covering his noble wide forehead.

Today, with dark locks brushed back and tamed, because he had taken off the decorated turban, he looked slightly tamer. His shoulders were covered with golden yellow cloth slung from one shoulder and half trailing on the ground. Broad, naked chest rose, rock hard, muscled and adorned with a solid gold disc slung on thick rope-like chains. A pearl double rope rested amid those. In his ears, he wore thick short rings with single prominent bead in each.

‘Have I been mistaken?’ His voice became soft and edgy. ‘Have I seen feelings where there was only flirtation, allure and beguilement? Why the tears then? Your words lie, but your eyes tell your truth. Say it, Lohana. Tell me, ‘tis love you feel for me.’

Those tears threatened to be spilled again.

‘More than love.’ She gasped as his arms came around her immediately, clasping her waist and drawing her tight till air threatened to be squeezed out of her chest.

‘Forgive me, priya. I can’t stop the emotions that rage through me. I love you, Lohana. It is you I will have as my wife.’

‘No…’ Her protest should have been stronger but it was hard to speak when your knees felt they would buckle anytime. ‘That’s a sacrilege…not admissible… I am what I am, bound to serve you but –’

‘Have you any objection?’

‘Yes.’ Her mouth trembled and she bit her lip.

‘Not because of the society or what I am. Tell me, if you could marry me, would you?’

‘I can’t answer that.’ She fought the impulse to say yes and put all her troubles into his hands. But she had been trained to fulfil an office. To carry out a function. She would not look above her post. She would not let herself be called overambitious and have the stones pelted at her, both figurative and lest she lose his protection, even literally.

‘Then I will answer for you. You love me and you want me, only me.’ His voice held a rough edge like an unpolished sword. ‘You will be my wife. Vidarbhakata’s queen.’

‘No.’

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Check out the book at Amazon here.

Blurb:

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. Will she be able to fight the forces against her? Does she even want to, when dreaming about happiness can lead both the king and her to ultimate ruin?

Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Against-Tide-Concubine-Summerita-Rhayne-ebook/dp/B07D5JZKJD

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