#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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#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?’


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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…

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#Quote #romance #novel #LastManShedLove #Wednesdaywisdom

Hi folks! 

Today is Wednesday and the day to share #Wednesdaywisdom which is a quote from a novel posted on Wednesday. Today’s quote is from Last Man She’d Love, humorous romance novel. Here it is:

​”You might not have a perfect understanding with me in all we do, but we smile at the same things and that’s enough for me.”

Hope you like it.

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#excerpt #secondchance #romance Second Chance At Forever 

Hi folks,

It’s time to share an excerpt and so bringing a simmering snippet from Second Chance At Forever, semsual romance set in India.

Enjoy reading!

‘An affair would do us good, you know.’ The words were so conversationally put. As ever, he succeeded in shocking her, putting into words what she had been trying to evade.

‘You – I ought to tell you off for that.’

‘I’m sitting here looking at your picture on the monitor. Then I look at the earlier pictures – yes, I have them – and I can’t spot any difference…in the reaction they evoke in me.’

He had her pictures. For some reason, her stomach contracted as an image of him arose, sitting alone, looking at her picture displayed on a closely placed screen.

‘We used to be good together, Stuti. Are you wondering if it would be the same between us even now? I know I am.’

His voice stole over her, its insistence beguiling her senses. It’d be all too easy to give in, to keep listening to him and let magic of his nearness flow over her. 

‘It was just sex,’ she said breathlessly.

‘Awesome, mind blowing sex. Wanna give it a go again?’

His voice was just that bit dirty to get heat thrumming under her skin. ‘Sex would solve nothing…’

‘It doesn’t have to. It’s its own benefit.’

Illicit images began to play in her mind. She couldn’t speak. Silence stretched. So long that she finally managed to croak out, ‘Revath…it’s not possible between us.’

‘Damn it, Stuti, playing the simpering maiden wasn’t your style. I never had to spell it out before. We didn’t even need to use words to communicate.’

‘Maybe we should have used them,’ she said. ‘Maybe we wouldn’t need to be like this if we had.’ It slipped from her quietly.


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#Excerpt #romance #fiction Last Man She’d Love 

Sharing an excerpt from new release Last Man She’d Love. Have you read it yet? Happy to share that this humorous, contemporary romance with a touch of family drama is in top 200 paid ebooks at Kindle store Amazon India. Read the blurb here:

Hope you wil enjoy this extract! 


She went to her chair. ​’What do you want?’

‘Is that an invitation?’

She did an eyeroll. ‘How can you spout so much nonsense? Do you constantly practice or is it an inborn trait?’ she asked sweetly.

‘That’s better,’ he approved. ‘I didn’t like the long face.’

She looked up startled by both the lack of mockery in his tone and the idea that he had sensed her feelings.

‘My private affairs are mine and really none of your business.’

Then she stopped, because something like a loud warning bell rang out in her mind.

‘That’s what I meant,’ Guy was saying, ‘Back to freezing.’

Wasn’t it true, she reflected, what they said about having to eat your words. This morning she had had to eat her jibe about money when she mocked Meghna.

And now… She stared meditatively at Guy. It might be that she would have to take back what she said about keeping him out of her personal affairs.

He raised those mobile dark brows. ‘You’re looking at me quite dangerously. Should I be alarmed? I’ve only seen you look like that when you took away the part of Sheila’s boyfriend from David and handed him the script to play her jerk of a boss instead.’

‘He had the right inflection of voice to utter threats, and he looked good in a suit,’ she said absently.


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#Excerpt #LastManShedLove #romance 

Sharing an excerpt today from Last Man She’d Love.

In this, Lyna is trying to make a decision. Guy is being his usual languidly sardonic self 🙂


 ‘I could remind you, but being a gentleman, I won’t.’

She choked and spluttered into laughter.

He was shaking his head in deep regret. ‘See you have forgotten how to laugh properly even.’

‘I was laughing at the thought of you being termed a gentleman,’ she derided.

‘Taken as a good hit.’ He put his hand over his heart and took a bow. ‘Though there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you, I have to acknowledge that you’re leaving, so your last wishes should be respected before you sacrifice yourself on the altar of matrimony.’

She sat down slowly, her heart beat increased by a factor of ten per minute as she weighed the situation for the last time and drew in a deep breath. She put her forearms on the desk and leaned forward, looking into those dark eyes fringed by thick lashes. ‘What you just said about doing anything to keep me at work. Do you mean that?’

He leaned back, just a fraction of tension in his frame. But Lyna decided she had imagined it because his voice was as relaxed and his tone as lazily sardonic as ever. ‘Sure. Are you about to do me the felicity of flinging yourself into my arms? I knew old rhino would never succeed in taking you for seven rounds of fire religiously.’

‘We were going to have a court marriage,’ she said.

His eyebrows went up as he sat up, the foot whose ankle had been resting on his knee coming on the carpet with a muted thump. ‘Were?’

She sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Yes. I’ve had to give a rethink over everything.’

‘You finally saw enlightenment because of my advice? No, I don’t think so.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘The pregnant lady got her way with you, did she?’

‘What do you know about her?’ She glanced suspiciously at him.

‘Nothing.’ He shrugged. ‘I saw her take the elevator as she left your office. She wasn’t here to get a job, so… Putting two and two together. Just elementary reasoning.’

He paused, then asked, ‘What about your company – the one you were so set on?’

‘It’s not that – as – important as this is. I’ll have to drop the idea.’ She avoided his gaze. ‘Good thing I hadn’t given my notice.’ She attempted to say it lightly, hoping he wouldn’t pick up the strain in her voice.

‘For Gayatri Productions, it’s a day to celebrate. Well, I can only offer my services. In what way might I aid the damsel?’

‘By reining in your overactive imagination?’ Lyna said somewhat tartly. ‘Sorry, but it’s hard to picture you as a knight in shining armor.’

‘Yeah, I know, too blatant,’ he agreed gamely. ‘I think matt is more my thing. Probably black chrome would be a good look.’

She gazed at him, chin propped in her hand, an expression of rapt admiration in her eyes. ‘You’re really unbelievable.’

‘Not at all, my lady, I aim to please.’


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Will she get to know the real man beneath the veneer or will she just break her heart over him?

A pregnant ex and a broken engagement lands Lyna in close proximity to her boss. She’s spending a week at his palatial country house, faking an engagement to him, getting upclose and personal – to him And his family.

Anything can happen…

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 #excerpt #historical #setinIndia #HiddenPassion #99cents #novella 

Hello everyone,

Sharing today an excerpt from Indian historical Hidden Passion. The ebook is available at a discount at kindle. Check out the link given below.

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So far the visit had been exceedingly pleasant.

Whatever the underlying friction between the two rulers, they played at genial civility with dexterity. Indeed the attention, the care lavished on the Kamboj family by Deveshwaraya was meticulous. Bagalpur was a smaller kingdom and her father lower in standing but Samrat Devesh had treated him with equality, extending courtesy that was customary of him. He invited the Kamboj regent to sit on his right side, which was an honor indeed and he had partaken all his meals with the male members of the clan since the beginning of the visit two weeks ago.

It made her optimistic that relations between them would become warmer.

Whatever happened on the political front, she was aware only of the attraction the samrat held for her. 


Indian princess, Rukmani, finds herself helpless when her family refuses to consider who she wants to marry. Who will she turn to?

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