Book Release Day for Physiology of Love #romance #novella

Hi folks,

I’m happy to share the book release of Physiology of Love with all of you. Hope you’ll check it out and enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed penning this novella. It’s the story of Dr. Aashita and Dr. Hardik, professors working in a medical institute who struggle to find their HEA. In the pandemic times, it didn’t look like it would see the published status, but thankfully it got done and is now up at Amazon kindle. Yay! Excuse me for the happy dance 🙂

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Sharing below the details of the book.

Blurb:

Dr. Hardik Kashyap is looking forward to a new job and to deepen his friendship with lovely Dr. Aashita when he joins as HOD in Physiology at Central Medical Institute. Unfortunately, his expectations smash to bits. His start at his new post is far from amiable, and as for Dr. Aashita, she sends a shower of angry sparks his way at every meeting.
He is willing to keep things at the friendship level, but it seems nothing works with her.
As a physiologist, he’s well versed in the regulations of the body functions and the working of the mind, but he just can’t seem to get a handle on the physiology of love.

Excerpt:

‘Please, Aashita, let’s discuss this calmly –’
She cast him a smoldering glance and he corrected hastily, ‘Dr. Aashita – ma’am. Why don’t you sit down?’
‘I can listen just as well standing.’ She stood upright and folded her arms. ‘So why exactly did you change the schedule?’
Hardik looked at her, still not believing she’d gone into this attacking mode. He spread his hands in a pacifying gesture. ‘I thought we could work together, you know, seeing how well we got along when you came for the exam at my college. We enjoyed the same food choices together and went sight-seeing and trekking…’ He waited for a reaction and tagged on, ‘I still have the pinecones you painted one evening. Wasn’t that fun?’ When she stiffened and didn’t make any reply, he tried again, spreading his hands in a placating way, ‘As the Head, it’s my job to assign the classes –’
‘So you came prepared to walk all over everyone.’ She unfolded an arm to make a walking gesture with two fingers on his desk top that at any other moment would have been comical. But confronted with her snapping gaze, laughter was the last thing on his mind. ‘Very well, if that’s your way, I should learn to put up with it.’
‘No! Aashita, listen –’ Hardik tried to find the words, but she was gone. He half rose then sat down again. A frown creased his forehead. It hadn’t been his fault that she didn’t get the schedule and the words were completely uncalled for. How could he understand what had made her do this? A slow anger at her unjustified rage began to simmer within him.

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#excerpt #ASecretTie #fightsceneFriday

Hi everyone,

Today is Friday and so the time for sharing Fight Scene Friday. This space is reserved for authors who’d like to share an excerpt which is a verbal fight scene between their characters, preferably in romance. Send me your excerpts and I’ll post them here on my blog.

So here’s my contribution.

Today’s excerpt is from A Secret Tie, the historical romance between a king and a spy set in ancient India. Enjoy the excerpt from this unique story with the backdrop of a unique historical setting. In this, King Hitaksha set a caveat for Yashita.

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‘I know you have done your job well,’ he said. ‘You have excellent attributes required for furtive work. Which is exactly why it is difficult to lose you.’
‘Maharaj, soon someone will replace me.’
No, no one could. The thought crossed his mind and he said immediately and indifferently, ‘Oh, but of course.’
‘Then allow me this.’ She folded her hands.
She stood with the light behind her, a perfect silhouette of a woman in a pose that was both demure and tantalizing. The small graceful head, the slender neck, full curves, the dip of waist and the flare of her hips – everything that made him want her. Want was an understatement. The thin muslin did not hide the curving line of her thighs or the slim undulation of calf. If he were an artist, he would trap her like this. Hold her in a cage, for surely she was a jewel not to be lost.
A jewel with too much fire. How could he escape getting burnt if he cherished the idea of having such a one in his keeping?
‘One last mission,’ he said slowly, ‘Then, you are free to go. You must make this one successful with all your effort. I can set you free on that condition only.’
‘A last mission,’ she echoed. ‘That will delay my marriage. I wish to get married now and God knows how long a mission will take.’
‘Not long,’ he said in his clipped way. ‘In fact, it cannot take long because we have a time limit. It must be accomplished before the adhipasuya poojan being held by Samrat Jayatshatru.’
‘That is going to be four months away. Four months, Maharaj!’
‘It is the one and only option I can offer you.’

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#FeistyFemmes #excerpt #ATwistofFate #Mondaymention

Hello folks,

Today is Monday and time to share #FeistyFemmes #Mondaymention excerpts.

To refresh the rules for you, every Monday you can share an excerpt which highlights a sassy retort or action from a female character. You can share as a reader from your current read or as an author from your books. Promote your post and others’ post by searching for above hashtags on Twitter.

As promised, sharing today a woman-centric book extract from one of my books for Monday.

Today’s snippet is from A Twist of Fate. It is a historical romance set in early medieval India.

In this excerpt, Charu has to take part in a pretence with Deva so they can make a getaway. It’s a light hearted passage so enjoy the repartee 🙂

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‘It’s a pity you are so well built,’ Charu said, stepping close to him. ‘A slimmer man does the role of a hen-pecked husband much better.’
His eyes narrowed. ‘If you mean what I think you mean –’
‘Get ready to shed a bit of your pride,’ she smirked. ‘My aunt’s maid was a tyrant with her husband and I know the way things got in her household.’
‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘I’d rather go for an attack on the kotapala, than be a cowering spouse.’
‘We don’t have much choice. And I have no intention of being caught as your accomplice.’ She put her hands on her sides.
He still shook his head. ‘You don’t need to go with me.’
‘I do. Where else could I go? Look at the brawlers coming up behind us.’
He looked over his shoulder and heard raucous laughter from the heaving bellies of the wrestlers’ group. ‘All right. Take care.’
‘Oh, I would! Take care of you, I mean.’
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Blurb:

Charulata wants revenge. She seeks to spill the blood of the man who ruined her. She has lost her home, her family and her prestige because of him.

Deva knows he had earned the wrath of this woman. But embittered and devastated, he’s like a wounded lion hunting his enemies, hurting her when he didn’t mean to…

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Share more woman centric excerpts from your books and books you’re reading and use hashtags on Twitter as I’ve stated in the previous #Mondaymention post.

Looking forward to reading your snippets!

#FeistyFemmes #excerpt #ASecretTie #Mondaymention

Hi folks,

Let’s start a new thread for blogging for writers and readers by name of #Mondaymention. Under this you will share one excerpt from your book or a book you have read that has some component of strong response or action by a female protagonist indicated by the hashtag #feistyfemmes. So, when you share the excerpt put the title of the post as I have, except that you must replace my book title with the title from which you take the excerpt. Also please share all the posts with the hashtags. Since we are all busy we’ll limit sharing to Mondays and Tuesdays only.

Sharing here some saucy comeback from the heroine, Yashita, in historical A Secret Tie. Yashita is a spy working for King Hitaksha and is set on leaving her duty and getting married. Here’s a showdown between the two.

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‘Don’t let your hunger for security lure you into disaster,’ he continued in a harsh tone.
She stiffened. He had put the tip of dagger on the vulnerable spot in her wound. She had no option, but to say, with a false assumption of calmness. ‘Security? You’re surely belittling my romance. Love is beyond all limits. You have not experienced it, maharaj, so forgive me, but this is not your arena. When you cannot play, how can you define the rules of the game?’

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Blurb:

Yashita has chosen to lead the life of a spy. But after years of serving the ruler well, she has now a request. She wants to get married and settle down. To her utmost relief, King Hitaksha agrees to set her free. But he has a condition. She must fulfil one more mission before he will allow her to leave his service.

Through the dangers of ancient politics and twisted monarchy, Yashita faces threats and perils to the mission. Battling through unknown kingdoms, she must play a dangerous game to save her life and the King’s. But there’s far tougher trial she must live through constantly. The forbidden attraction the King holds for her…

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An excerpt from A Twist of Fate

Hi folks,

I’m sharing today an excerpt from A Twist of Fate. In this, Charulata is meeting her father before her wedding, and he sees her dressed as a bride ready to commit the wedding vows.

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Oh, my lovely daughter.’ He pinched her cheek. ‘Can I bear to send you off?’

‘Don’t send me then,’ she half pleaded.

‘Charu!’ he chided gently.

‘Why does a girl have to leave all that is familiar to her?’

He sighed. ‘Fathers have been asking this of themselves since eternity. And will continue to ask this. It’s the way we have made for ourselves. We have deemed one hand dearer than the other and every father must pay the cost for the decision he upholds.’

She said softly, ‘I will abide by your decision then, pitashri.’

‘Proud of you.’ Her father kissed her forehead. She hugged him, a constrained one, because of her coiffure and ornaments. He grinned and she half joined in, pretending not to notice the moisture in his eyes.

A Twist of Fate is a historical romance set in early medieval India, focusing on the vulnerable position of women in the society.

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#Excerpt #ATwistofFate #historical #romance #fiction

Hello! Let me share today a few lines from A Twist of Fate, the second book in my historical trilogy.

In this, Deva and Charu had got married through the ancient custom of arranged marriage when the groom and the bride meet only at the time of marriage. Although conscious of the obstacles between them, Deva can’t help giving in to the attraction between them.

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‘Do you really wish me to be so brazen as to step in your embrace?’
He gazed down into her eyes, conscious again of that mixture of humor and the shyness of a bride. He surely didn’t wish her to come any closer. His blood pressure might not sustain it.
In direct contradiction, he said, ‘Do you want to?’
Her eyes widened a little, but he had to acknowledge she didn’t lack for comprehension. Two slim arms like the snakes of temptation wreathed round his neck and her warm curves pressed against his – what now seemed to have been destitute – body.

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Book Release day: A Twist of Fate #historical #fiction

Hi folks,

I’m happy to share that today is the book release day of historical fiction A Twist of Fate. Set in India in early medieval period A Twist of Fate explores the attitude of ancient society towards women. Charulata is set to have an arranged marriage as per norms of those times. But a twist of Fate changes the circumstances and her life is changed completely and unexpectedly.

A Twist of Fate follows the entwining fortunes of Charu and Deva in the post Vedic ancient India. Greed, treachery, and deception feature highly in this story of royal suspense. Can love have a hope of surviving amid such intrigues?

To be a courtesan in ancient India was a fate far worse than slavery. This is the second book written on the theme by the author. Also read Against The Tide, the story of the royal concubine, the first book with the same theme.
Today it has debuted with a good opening and is featured as no. 1 in New Releases in its category at Amazon. com.

Also read an excerpt from this book.
Excerpt:
Her curved brows arched a little more – the mobile movement betokening the agility of a dancer’s expression. ‘Mayhap the tall form of my cousin pleases you better than a moderately built one like mine.’ At this, her eyes brimmed with humor before her lashes became cast down to hide it.
He resisted the urge to go over to her and tip up that firm looking chin. ‘I can’t tell what pleases me until I’ve held the form in my arms.’
He’d succeeded in having her gaze back to him, tangling with his and now her mouth curved in enjoyment of the sparing.
She said in a low well-modulated voice. ‘You certainly have your ideas clear in your head, swami.’
He made a gesture of half of impatience and half dismissal. ‘Don’t call me your master. It’s a slave more likely.’ His mouth twisted at the admission. The clink of ornaments sounded and Charulata came closer to him. Her hands were held in front of her, fingers tightly interlocked. He reached out and pried them loose, clasping each. They trembled in each of his like trapped birds. Their gazes locked. His pulse increased its pace. He thought his insides trembled also and couldn’t reason why.
‘Do you really wish me to be so brazen as to step in your embrace?’
He gazed down into her eyes, conscious again of that mixture of humor and the shyness of a bride. He surely didn’t wish her to come any closer. His blood pressure might not sustain it.
In direct contradiction, he said, ‘Do you want to?’
Her eyes widened a little, but he had to acknowledge she didn’t lack for comprehension. Two slim arms like the snakes of temptation wreathed round his neck and her warm curves pressed against his – what now seemed to have been destitute – body.
He felt definitely a tremor run through him. Instinctively, his hands reached out resting at the niche of her curving waist… She fit against him perfectly. His arms must have been made to hold her, her body to mold against his. His mind jumped to hope, to curiosity, the insistence how perfect would be the ultimate union with her –
Conscious of two impulses drawing him equally strongly in opposite directions, he tried to clear his mind. The urge to flee, to put distance between them, to remember why he was here – a lowly deception that clawed at him – was tossed against the second, as powerful wish – to take her to the folds of the silken sheets of the rose-petal strewn marriage bed.
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#Coverreveal #ATwistofFate #historical #romance #fiction

Hi folks,

Today I’m excited to share the cover reveal of my new upcoming historical romance A Twist of Fate. I simply love the beautiful cover and can’t help feeling it suits the book exactly.

The cover reveal is kindly hosted by the lovely book bloggers, Cathy and Zoe. I can’t thank them enough.

Here’s the cover. Do let me know what you think.

Blurb:
“I want to find him. And when I find him, I will destroy him.”
Charulata wants revenge. She seeks to spill the blood of the man who ruined her. He married her and left her after one night. The diktats of her society declare only one place suitable for the woman rejected and deserted by her husband – the abode of the concubines. Charulata faces ruin and now lives and breathes for one purpose…the only purpose keeping her alive. How to track Deva – and kill him.
Deva knows he had earned the wrath of this woman. Embittered and devastated, he’s a wounded lion hunting his enemies. Regrets and softer feelings are long gone from his life. He encounters Charulata with all the arrogance of his forebears. Yet the fire of hate is mixed with the fire of attraction between them. Rage and passion have become inseparable…
A Twist of Fate follows the entwining fortunes of Charu and Deva in the post Vedic ancient India. Greed, treachery, and deception feature highly in this story of royal suspense. Can love have a hope of surviving amid such intrigues?
To be a courtesan in ancient India was a fate far worse than slavery. This is the second book written on the theme by the author. Also read Against The Tide, the story of the royal concubine, the first book with the same theme.

Read an excerpt:

Her curved brows arched a little more – the mobile movement betokening the agility of a dancer’s expression. ‘Mayhap the tall form of my cousin pleases you better than a moderately built one like mine.’ At this, her eyes brimmed with humor before her lashes became cast down to hide it.

He resisted the urge to go over to her and tip up that firm looking chin. ‘I can’t tell what pleases me until I’ve held the form in my arms.’

He’d succeeded in having her gaze back to him, tangling with his and now her mouth curved in enjoyment of the sparing.

She said in a low well-modulated voice. ‘You certainly have your ideas clear in your head, swami.’

He made a gesture of half of impatience and half dismissal. ‘Don’t call me your master. It’s a slave more likely.’ His mouth twisted at the admission. The clink of ornaments sounded and Charulata came closer to him. Her hands were held in front of her, fingers tightly interlocked. He reached out and pried them loose, clasping each. They trembled in each of his like trapped birds. Their gazes locked. His pulse increased its pace. He thought his insides trembled also and couldn’t reason why.

‘Do you really wish me to be so brazen as to step in your embrace?’

He gazed down into her eyes, conscious again of that mixture of humor and the shyness of a bride. He surely didn’t wish her to come any closer. His blood pressure might not sustain it.

In direct contradiction, he said, ‘Do you want to?’

Her eyes widened a little, but he had to acknowledge she didn’t lack for comprehension. Two slim arms like the snakes of temptation wreathed round his neck and her warm curves pressed against his – what now seemed to have been destitute – body.

He felt definitely a tremor run through him. Instinctively, his hands reached out resting at the niche of her curving waist… She fit against him perfectly. His arms must have been made to hold her, her body to mold against his. His mind jumped to hope, to curiosity, the insistence how perfect would be the ultimate union with her –

Conscious of two impulses drawing him equally strongly in opposite directions, he tried to clear his mind. The urge to flee, to put distance between them, to remember why he was here – a lowly deception that clawed at him – was tossed against the second, as powerful wish – to take her to the folds of the silken sheets of the rose-petal strewn marriage bed.

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#FightsceneFriday #HisChristmasSurprise #romance

Hello!

Sharing an excerpt from holiday romance His Christmas Surprise. This excerpt also shows an assertive side of the female protagonist. Today is International Women’s day so the right time to share a woman-centric snippet. In this, the heroine Tonya takes a stand against the relationship-phobic hero.

Enjoy!

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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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Description:

A heartwarming, sensual romance set in Goa during the festive season and Easter.

Christmas brought an unexpected sparkle in his life
Dan Tollinger is having a bad Christmas. He lost his wife to terminal illness and his boys are behaving badly. He’s at his shopping center all day, how can he manage them when he can’t find the time?
Tonya needs premises to run her business after her bakery got damaged in a fire. With a son to bring up on her own, the sensible option is to accept Dan’s job offer to housekeep while putting her business back on the track. But will this job be so easy? Dan is brusque and to the point, while his boys don’t listen at all!
Then unexpectedly, she finds herself succumbing to her attraction to Dan. And it seems he’s not immune either!
Would it be wise to give in to desire and hope something more kindles between them?

#FightsceneFriday #MoreThanJustDesire #romance

Hi folks!

It’s time to share Fight Scene Friday.

This time it’s from More Than Just Desire, romance novel at Amazon kindle. The story between Arfaaz and Piya is all about fighting falling in attraction and then in love with each other. This book had many scenes of conflict. Here’s one for your reading delection. In this, Arfaaz meets Piya after three years separation resulting from differences during their marriage.

Excerpt:

‘Why are you back?’ The question was stabbed at her, a fleeting eye lock in the mirror confirming that he was in no mood to humor her.
‘Why shouldn’t I be? Does it inconvenience you?’ she snapped back.
‘Why should it?’ A dark eyebrow rose.
‘Maybe you’re too busy painting the town red to want a wife in the picture?’ Better to be offensive, she told herself. And who knew it might be near the truth.
‘Don’t judge me by your own scale. Piya. That was your forte, not mine.’
‘What’s yours?’ Unreasonably angry, she wanted to flail at him. That caused her eyebrows to knit in surprise when what she should be was contrite. The anger wouldn’t be stemmed, giving rise to sarcasm, ‘To wait patiently and celibately for your wife to come back into your arms?’
Tension rose in the air. The negativity between them was like a wall. A silence fell. He broke it, his words heavy with recrimination. ‘Patiently…after the way you have tried me, you really expect that? I was patient with you once, don’t forget that, Piya. Far more patient than you deserved. But you chose to see it as weakness…’
She had. A flicker of pain crossed her expression as the stab hit home. Everything he said was true. Seeing him, every one of the demons that chased her was yanked awake, seething and burning for revenge on her. She closed her eyes. It had been a mistake to come back. A mistake to even think of facing him.
He signified everything that was wrong and evil in her. The symbol of her worse side. Teeth sank on her lip with enough force to hurt. She wanted to be out of his sight. If anyone had handed her an airplane ticket back to Boston at that moment, she would have taken it and flown away. Never, ever to look back.
‘As for being back in my arms, it wasn’t your place before, so why would things change that much now?’ he shot out grimly.

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Blurb:

Scared of how he made her feel, she ran away…from him…from Bollywood…
Arfaaz is determined to get his revenge on Piya for making a farce of their marriage and leaving him to face the backlash of a scandal when he found her in a compromising situation with her co-star. Now she’s back in Mumbai, trying to get back into films. He forces her to stay with him, making it a condition for granting her a divorce. But Piya drives him crazy with her antics. On the top of that, the attraction between them sizzles and threatens to make him forget reason. Piya only cares about finding success in the competitive world of starry glamour. Success is her mantra and her worship. The day he’s sure of it will be their last day together…

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