#Easter #Giveaway #HisChristmasSurprise

Hi friends,

It’s time for a giveaway and as Easter weekend is coming up, it will be an Easter giveaway. My question for the giveaway is, describe in the comments below, any memory that connects you with Easter. It can be anything minor or major that you remember. You will win an ebook copy of His Christmas Surprise as prize.

The length of your answer doesn’t matter. The answer needs to be posted in comments section of this blogpost.

Here’s something about the book.

Blurb:

Dan is struggling to bring up his sons after losing his wife. Tonya has a small son and is also on her own. When her bakery business goes bust, she accepts a job offer for housekeeping from Dan. They come close but Dan has too much going on in his life to think of commitment. Then his sons also don’t want any one to take their mother’s place.

Will love brew between Dan and Tonya under these circumstances? Will it be strong enough to overcome the obstacles?

Excerpt:

The frown on his face was deep enough to look like it had been carved there. His face was set in tense lines. He glanced away from the paper and looked at her almost unseeingly. Then his gaze focused. ‘I didn’t know you were still here.’

‘I’m just headed back home.’ She must look ridiculous standing there with no business. Uncertain what she ought to do, she turned away but turned back again. Then something got the better of her.

‘May I see it?’

‘This? Why?’ His expression was forbidding.

She glanced at him in concern. ‘Is it some school report about the kids?’

‘Why should it be?’

‘You look so worried…’

‘Do I?’

‘Dan,’ she said a little desperately, ‘Why are you being like this ?’

‘Like what?’

She snapped, ‘Talking to you is like pulling teeth!’

‘Don’t bother then.’

She was tempted to follow his advice. Silently, she watched him. He folded the letter and put it back inside the envelope. Then he folded the envelope and stuck in his shirt pocket. His face was dark, but the expression inscrutable. Still, there was something in the deliberate way he made the movements that disturbed her.

She tried again, some innate empathy and some genuine concern for him holding her back, when she should have gone on her way.

‘Dan…’

‘I have nothing for you, Tonya.’ His gaze, blue and blank, looked at her.

She didn’t want to hear the bleakness surrounding the words. Instead, anger rose at his determination to walk away from her so readily. They’d just shared a kiss that had been so full of passion, she’d been swept away with the force of it. He’d acted like he couldn’t resist her, for God’s sake.

‘How can you be like this after what you were like moments before? You didn’t ask me what I wanted, Dan. You can choose to kiss me one instant and then push me away the next?’

That seemed to get him. He sighed, running a hand on his face as though to ease the grim lines there. ‘I know what this looks like, Tonya…’

‘Do you really?’ She felt all trembly inside. Fear and something else evoking an urgency she couldn’t hold back. ‘I’m not saying I want to rush into a relationship with you, but you haven’t given me an option, have you? You’ve decided what you wanted and haven’t bothered to get to know about my feelings.’

‘No. I haven’t.’ His face wore the grim look again. ‘I don’t want to discuss this, Tonya.’

‘Oh? Let’s find something you do want to discuss.’ Her voice shook a little. ‘Not a lot of choice there, I’m afraid.’

‘Tonya…’ His blue eyes gazed at her and she saw regret there. It made her feel empty inside. Her fists curled.

‘Stop treating me like a stranger, Dan.’

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Hope you enjoyed reading the excerpt. I will post the result of the contest on Monday after Easter.

#Saturdaysizzle snippet from #HisChristmasSurprise 

Sharing an excerpt from upcoming romance His Christmas Surprise 

Excerpt

Dan changed the gears with more practice than attention and turned the rover onto the main road, with half of his mind on the task.

The car’s spacious interior was suddenly cramped. And hot.

He’d been determined not to look at Tonya. He’d avoided a glance at her, even at the party. But then, her laughter caught his attention and somehow his gaze had found her. Flared sleeves that left tantalizing ovals on her shoulders showcasing bare skin. The navy colored dress which might have been severe but wasn’t. Molding her curves, then flaring out at her knees to her ankles. She had piled up her hair. The neck was demure, the cloth softly draping the swell of her breasts. His glance tangled with her gaze and his mind went blank. For a moment, he wasn’t a grown man in control, but a teenager in the throes of his first crush.

The memory of his reaction brought a scowl to his face. He had no business thinking like that about the woman who was, after all, working for him. It should be strictly business with them.

Yet the recollection fluttered in his mind, in that half which didn’t listen so closely to what he was trying to tell it. The memory of twinkling lights, a house half in darkness, a soft warm form coming close and sending unexpected sparkle in someone who had nothing but coldness left in him…

No. He wasn’t going to think about that.

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https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XS6XZ7J 

Happy Valentine’s Day – a short read for #Valentines #microfiction

​Romance is something you can’t have enough of, especially on Valentine’s day. So here’s a short romantic read for you. Happy Valentine’s! Do leave a comment if you like it and feel free to share the pic.

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She was waiting outside the shop, pacing. ‘Oh, you’re half an hour late. Been with your friends again, I’ll bet. Decide what you want, me or your friends?’

   He said, ‘I choose friendship.’

   She turned away, ran and hailed a cab, crying all the way home.

   At the door, a bouquet of roses was propped up, with a card.

   It read, ‘To my best friend, Happy Valentine’s.’

She heard a step and turned. He smiled,      ‘Darling, I had to get your cell phone from the office…forgot it again, didn’t you? Your office called and told me…hey, don’t hug me that hard, you’ll break my ribs…!’

#excerpt from #SecondChanceAtForever #romance #novel

Sharing today an excerpt from Second Chance At Forever, romance novel about a pair who wanted different things in life and gave each other up for them. What haooens when liee throws them back together again?

Here’s the excerpt:

Revath looked away, shame coursing through him at his own words. He was just lashing out, blindly, trying to get a hit. The knowledge didn’t make him feel any better. How could he explain the rage that consumed him when he thought of her with Avinash? He used to call Revath his friend and what did he do? All but stole his girl. No, that wasn’t true. Stuti made her own decisions. He had to face that. It was easier to pretend she was taken away by someone’s influence, but he knew with bitter retrospect that she did it in full senses, not impulsively. She did what suited her life goals. And he didn’t feature anywhere in them.

Now Avinash was gone. He should be praying for his peace, but instead he found himself resenting him for Stuti.

‘You weren’t like this,’ Stuti said, ‘so taunting, so hurting…!’

‘I know.’ He took a deep breath. ‘But then, you weren’t like this either.’

He looked out across the garden below, breathing, trying to get a grip on the emotions churning up his insides. He was never one to let the situation get out of hand. But with her, it was so easy to get all uptight. The past lay between them like a burning coal giving off sparks when poked even slightly.

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Second Chance At Forever has already reached upto no.90 at Amazon.in and is now at no. 25 in Contemporary romance while hitting no.30 at Amazon.com in Indian lit books.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01IE40CTM

#Excerpt from #SecondChanceAtForever #romance #Amazonbestseller

Here’s an excerpt from soon to be released contemporary romance. Second Chance At Forever. This book is already in the top 100 paid books at Amazon in its category by virtue of preorders. Thank you, readers. I hope it will make the expectations.

Second Chance At Forever is the story of Revath and Stuti and how they fight the odds when they have different goals in life to find happiness.

Blurb:

What happens when the terrible twos come in threes?
Stuti loves being a mother to her triplets, but it can be a harrowing routine. She’s even more submerged in the craziness when she takes them and her mom-in-law for a trip to Rajasthan, the land of the erstwhile Thar desert royals and their palaces. After the passing away of her husband, she feels she owes it to her mil to take her to her favourite holiday. In the Amber Palace, her reckless toddler rushes onto a modelling shoot. As she picks up her daughter who has tripped over a gorgeous zardozi sari, her gaze clashes with that of the man she’d hoped never to set eyes on again in her life.

A passion that threatens to set fire to more than just her senses
Revath was everything she wanted in a man, but six years ago he chose to walk away from her. Now he wants to be back in her life. When she knows he doesn’t want the same things in life that she does, would she be wise to let anything rekindle between them? Is it already too late for rethinks?

Desire that has to be denied
Revath knew the moment he met Stuti again that he couldn’t just let her go. But Stuti is absolutely the wrong woman for him. It was proved six years ago when they chose diametrically opposite ways for themselves. He doesn’t believe in forever, so what’s he doing asking her for a second chance?
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Can three little miracles be a barrier to two people finding love?

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Here’s an excerpt from the book:

 

‘You were never like this,’ Stuti said, ‘so taunting, so hurting…!’

‘I know.’ He took a deep breath. ‘But then, you weren’t like this either.’

He looked out across the garden below, breathing, trying to get a grip on the emotions churning up his insides. He was never one to let the situation get out of hand. But with her, it was so easy to get all uptight. The past lay between them like a burning coal giving off sparks when poked even slightly.

She was breathing a little hard too, her breasts moving with the rhythm, her hair whipped by breeze.

He reached out and caught a strand of her hair, the gesture a painfully familiar one. Her hair had been longer then and he used to curl it around his finger to draw her close…

‘You know, I kept thinking what went wrong.’ His voice dropped. ‘You were gone and all I could see was that I failed when I shouldn’t have. I offered you the world and you walked away.’

‘That is past now. We’ve come a long way since that evening.’

‘And whose fault is that?’

She didn’t answer immediately, folding her arms across her chest as though bracing herself. That evening hurt too much to be remembered easily. Did she feel that way too? He watched her closely.

‘It was meant to be this way. Revath. Let’s accept that.’

‘You settled for second best.’ He wasn’t letting up.

‘Yes, I did.’ It broke from her. ‘I’m not ashamed of it.’ She glanced away. Then with a burst of spirit, she challenged, ‘You settled for second best too! But you’re not honest enough to admit it.’

‘I didn’t leave you for someone else, Stuti, you didn’t have to live with that.’ He was letting her see his feelings. A mistake. But the pain was undeniable. He couldn’t hide it. He saw her swallow as though trying to master control.

‘You wanted your work more than you wanted us to be together,’ she said, emotion welling up visibly. She caught hold of the black railing as though to steady herself. ‘So how was it different for you? Your lifestyle, being single and free was more important to you. You made your choice too, Revath, so don’t just keep on saying I walked out on you!’

Silence fell and grew. Then she said, ‘It isn’t as though you’ve missed me. You’ve got success. Made it. You have everything a man wants. Money, women fawning over you, the work you love…’

‘Everything, except you.’ He put his hand on hers, gripping it on the rail. He felt her jerk in shock. Contact rapidly evoked what time hadn’t sufficiently buried.

‘I have missed you. A lot more than you think.’ His whisper grated the air close to her.

‘Don’t let’s go there, Revath.’

His fist curled even more strongly on hers. He wished he could heed her words. They were sanity. A timely warning. But the storm inside was let loose. He took away his hand but only to grasp her upper arms to draw her close.

‘Revath!’

‘Do you think any woman could be what you were to me?’ Her eyes widened as the words registered and he felt her relax slightly, the tension ebbing from her.

‘I mean it, Stuti.’

She didn’t resist as he brought his head close to hers. His mouth touched her cheek and then irresistibly, inevitably, her mouth.

Time seem to dissolve. His head swam with the rush of feeling. He realized he had been only half alive as a surge of sensation invaded his body, rushing through his veins with the speed of storm winds.

He was intoxicated by the scent of flowers, the sweetness of nectar. Her mouth parted and he deepened the kiss, not able to tell her but needing to show the emotion that was alive and tingling in his every fiber. She clung to him, fingers digging in his shirt and the vortex intensified to a sucking maelstrom.

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Buy at:

https://www.amazon.com/Second-Chance-Forever-Summerita-Rhayne-ebook/dp/B01IE40CTM

 

An #excerpt from #HiddenPassion #historical #saga

Enjoy an excerpt from Hidden Passion, historical saga
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He had stepped back, she remembered, to make it easy for her to face him. The dark eyes looked at her, so calm, yet so compelling. Somehow half her anger deflated under his appraisal.

‘What taking over are you talking about? You have nought to begrudge me with. All of your family is alive and well, princess.’ he said.

‘Alive but for what? To bear the insult of squirming under your thumb? It would have been better for us to have been destroyed in the battle than live to be your servants!’

His eyes flashed with emotion at her outburst but he didn’t respond to her impetuous words immediately. The pause lengthened and then he said quietly but firmly, ‘I have no interest in ruling over you or your people. The sole aim of the battle was to keep the regents and their atrocities in check. The erstwhile Samrat of Campavati had set a precedent that all the other rulers had started following. The royals had become used to treating farmers as dirt, all because a farmer works with the dirt. The war will serve as a lesson to them. They will remember for a long time that when dirt gets into the eyes, it can make tears flow. Even a farmer can wrest power from those who abuse it.’

Then she had realized why people called him krsaka jayant that literally meant farmer-king. It was rumoured that once he had been a farmer. He had not come to the throne by birth. From his words it seemed it was true.

She had gazed at him, despite herself drawn to a certain magnetism that he exuded. He didn’t look like other royals but he didn’t look like a labourer either. There was a refinement in the way he spoke that made you listen even when you didn’t want to…

He added with a trace of mockery, ‘As for the flowers, I wasn’t tearing them, rajkumari. I don’t pluck flowers. You can see for yourself the roots would have got exposed in rain.’ He pointed and she saw he had been putting soil to anchor the stem of the plant more securely.

Stunned, she stared at him. She was so rarely at a loss for words. But right at that moment she was. A king who was bothered about saving a plant when he should be enjoying his wins? When he was expected to be plundering the spoils of war as he went about proclaiming his victory?

He continued, ‘The details of the treaty will be charted out soon. I can tell you this though. Your life will continue as it was. I will hold the royals accountable for their behavior. That and a certain form of financial reimbursement is all I will require from them.’

That he was discussing state matters with her surprised her even more. But she couldn’t talk to him about it. He was the enemy. The consciousness made her confused as to how she should react. She turned away, not wanting to give in, yet defeated by his arguments. Her swift movement made the wind catch her uttariya and threw it over the branches of the rose bushes nearby.

In her mind, she could still see how tenderly he had untangled it. The thin cloth came off with not a single hole or tear from the thorns.

He’d stepped close to drape it on her. She felt the warmth, the strength of him, felt the light touch as he settled it on her shoulder. For some reason, her heart was beating fast, not with anger but an unfamiliar excitement.

Later the same evening she met him again.
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http://www.amazon.com/Hidden-Passion-Princess-Rukmani-Princesses-ebook/dp/B00RBUM0EG

#Sharing an #Excerpt from #MoreThanJustDesire #contemporary #romance

Today I’m sharing an excerpt from More Than Just Desire, a contemporary romance set against the high drama of film world in India.

Enjoy!

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Piya glanced across at the black and the pure cream creations laid out on the bed.
The lady look or the bad girl? she pondered. As an eminent make-up artist had suggested, it was best to be in character for the Derby.
Derby. The races. The event to be at. She liked the races. The ripple of excitement. The anticipation of witnessing the win. The thrill of the attention.
A few minutes later, she studied her reflection, satisfied with the result.
Smooth porcelain skin. Nude glossed lips. Fleshy tones and strong eyes had been suggested for the lady look. For the bad girl? All black outfit. Wide brimmed hat and the darkest sunshades she had. Bright red lips.
She tipped her hat to add a rakish angle. Bad girl worked every time.

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Check it out at Amazon.com:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0179U58YG