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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#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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#Sharing an #Excerpt from #HisChristmasDelight #romance #novella

Sharing today a snippet from His Christmas Delight which is my latest book.
It is the story of Myra and Jay who have known each other since childhood but meet again after a tragedy they both must fight free of.
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They ended up walking along the shore. Hands brushed. The breeze brought his scent. She was conscious of the vibrations between them. She wanted to touch him, feel the reality of him. All afternoon her gaze had been touching his and veering away. She’d been looking at him. Maybe he’d felt it. Her gaze seemed to have developed a kind of magnetic susceptibility to his features.
Her gaze meshed with his again. Held. She felt her breath skid and wanted to tell him. But, at the last moment, lost her nerve.
Her mind brewed something innocuous to take away the awkwardness engulfing her.
‘So what now?’ she said with suitable casualness. ‘Going back to your designing? Will you be leaving soon?’
‘I’m helping Dan get things together, maybe do some more work on the shop, so I’ll stay on for a few more days.’
‘That’s superb.’ She caught his hand impulsively, ‘Jay, admit it. You’re delaying because you don’t want to face leaving. You belong here.’
‘No, Myra. That life is over. I don’t need the same surroundings, the same –’
‘People? What are you scared of?’ She’d crossed some invisible barrier. She could see his face shut down. ‘Give those who are near to you, a chance. Share what you feel. You’ll get well –’
‘Don’t pry where you’re not welcome,’ he said grimly.
‘Fine, I won’t. I don’t have any desire to. I have some pride, you know,’ she bristled. She couldn’t say why she’d got so worked up over it but she couldn’t remember being so angry in the near past. ‘It’s enough to be told we were never friends.’
‘I’ve told you I never meant it the way it sounded,’
‘How magnanimous of you. Because, after not bothering to come inside while passing by my house, not bothering to ever call to even ask how I’m doing after Pete –’
‘How do you know about that? About me being near your place? You saw me,’ he said, realizing it in the same instant.
‘Yes, I did. And after you told me to get away yesterday afternoon, I kept thinking it was because you didn’t want to bother about me. But then you tell me you’ve had feelings for me and don’t want to follow them up. Despite all that, you come with me to Tonya’s and – and –’
‘And what?’
‘And nothing.’ Her tirade faltered because unexpectedly moisture stung the back of her eyelids. ‘Except that it feels you’ve been here since forever. And then you do this complete turn-about…’ Her voice had gone horribly squeaky.
‘Myra….’
Oh God, was he going to tell her not to be foolish. But he said, ‘I felt like that too,’ his voice oddly gruff.
‘No, you didn’t,’ she accused. ‘Because you want to turn us all away. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be refusing what’s so apparent, nor behaving like a virtual stranger –’
The rest of the words were lost because he caught her arm and turned her towards himself and he was suddenly close.
‘Behaving like a stranger?’ he growled. ‘When I’ve been fighting not to touch you, that’s rich –’
She felt the scent of his breath. His gaze tangled with hers. ‘Is it like being a stranger when I want to walk away, but then find I can’t let this time with you come to an end? When every second draws me to you one step more and I can’t –’ He didn’t finish the thought. A moment, too intense to be broken, stood between them and then his mouth was on hers.

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#Giveaway for #HisChristmasDelight #HCD #newrelease #romance

Happy to announce that the release day giveaway for His Christmas Delight is still on. Just leave a comment below this post to enter.
This story started as a prompt for a Christmas themed anthology, but Jay and Myra’s quest for love couldn’t be solved in 2k words. I had to put all other projects on hold because they told me firmly to put down their story first.

Here’s something about the book.

Blurb:

Caught by Santa in her misdeeds!

For Myra, Christmas means supporting her friends. They rallied round getting her back on her feet after she lost Pete, her husband, so she’s always ready to help any of them. No matter to what lengths the challenge makes her go. Only she didn’t expect to find Santa almost catching her in her wrongdoings. Then she finds that the handsome Santa is Jay, her old high school friend. Now he’s changed from a gangly geek to an attractive stranger. After missing out on the dating scene for a long time after losing Pete, she feels the first stirring of desire. But Jay is playing hot and cold, refusing to admit the attraction sizzling between them.

He’s back in Goa just for Christmas…

Jay knew Myra as his best friend’s girl. Now Pete is gone, but Jay is finding difficult to let go of the scars he picked up in Coast Guard service. He’s home only to help revive his brother’s toy shop. When he finds himself making excuses to stay, he knows he’s crossing the limits he’d set himself. What’s the purpose in taking this further when he knows he cannot be the one to give her the happiness she deserves?  But no matter how hard he tries, the scorching flames of wanting only seem to get stronger. How can he keep on denying the attraction between them when she insists on coming close?
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Here’s a First Chapter excerpt from the book:

CHAPTER ONE
Myra wiped her hands on her sides, the smoothly abrasive texture of denim anchoring her to the present. She had to be crazy to be doing this.
Nobody stole from Santa.
You asked him for it.
Ensured you were on your best behavior so you could get it.
She couldn’t believe she’d allowed Tonya to persuade her into this idiocy.
Coerced, she corrected herself. The promise of two recipes from Chef Tonya – honest to God, chocolate dessert recipes at that – had lured her. When one of them was a flourless cake, which she could surprise her brother with, it was a clincher.
Her friend Tonya was desperate. In the way moms who made rash promises to their kids to hurry them to get ready for school were desperate. She’d promised to get little Toby the Revengers Miniature Hologram game, that every kid around was super-excited about, but she had done the unforgivable. She clean forgot about it.
Then the nurse at the hospital where Myra did volunteer work had disclosed that one surprise item in the Tollinger Toys Santa’s goodies bag would be the game set, if her salesman boyfriend was to be believed.
Her own mistake: mentioning it to Tonya.
Tonya was convinced that her childhood friend, who used to pilfer her mother’s cookies, was smart enough to do justice to this mission impossible. A desperate mom couldn’t take chances on a lucky dip into Santa’s bag.
Myra gulped and sent up a prayer she wouldn’t be found out. The thought of little Toby’s disappointed face spurred her on. Last year he had had a father and a mother who doted on him to exclusion of everything else. Now his father was gone from his life and Tonya had her hands full, managing her job as a chef and bringing up a kid alone as well.
Her aim was to strike at a moment when everyone was busy setting up. That was the only time she could be sure the target was in position, or put less dramatically, the toy was in the bag.
So, she tightened her grip on the shopping bags she carried and approached Santa’s bag. There it was, left unguarded in an incredibly unforeseen manner. She sent up an apology to the powers that be and to Santa, though of course, it wouldn’t harm him in any way. No one would know who got the game. She would pay for it along with the rest of her shopping. She was hoping the teenage boy at cash counter wouldn’t wonder how she got the game. Luckily Tollinger Toys hadn’t invested yet in CCTV surveillance.
She edged closer and sank down ostensibly to tighten one strap of her sandals.
And let her hand creep towards the bag…
‘Hey you’re not supposed to touch that!’
Her head shot up, her startled gaze locking into an alert dark glance.
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Myra?
It couldn’t be her.
Jay actually felt his heart thud to a near stop before it went off into a racing gallop.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her startled hazel eyes. When he could, he found his eyes roving on her, up and down, drinking in the reality of her, absorbing the smallest tiniest detail. His glance roamed on her slender form, clad in a chic top and skinny jeans. It fixated on her delicate, pixie features. He could have sketched her with his eyes closed. From the neatly braided hair with brown wisps escaping onto her forehead to the purple painted toe nails.
Did she even recognize him? Probably not. He couldn’t see any spark of dawning familiarity in her eyes.
He couldn’t blame her really. He’d come a long way from the tall gangly kid, with a cap flattening his shaggy mop of hair, who had hung around his older brother and his group because he didn’t have any friends of his own.
Pete had been his brother’s best friend.
Poor Pete.
So much had happened. But she looked still as fresh and, yes – he gulped – as pretty as she had the night she stole a kiss with him when she’d been angry at Pete.
She rose to her feet slowly, smiling at him. ‘Hello, Santa!’
He remembered he was in costume. That’s why she didn’t know him.
‘I was just wondering what Santa had in store for me.’
Her breathless voice with its tinge of huskiness sent tingles down his spine.
Even while reacting inwardly to its unintended allure, he began to frown a little.
Because the flirtatious smile she was offering was definitely not unintended.
What was she upto?
Memories stirred. Myra was known to be the kid who got most into trouble in the entire neighborhood.
She couldn’t be the same now?
Yet he had a moment of déjà vu looking at her pink cheeks and brash smile. She’d always been in a hurry to get into mischief even though she had a hard time hiding the guilty look.
She’d been reaching for the bag. Wanting to take something from it? Still upto her old tricks?
If so, she needed to be taught a lesson and  it was high time someone did.
‘Do you really want to find out?’ He found himself saying in an exaggerated drawl.
He had an instant of satisfaction of having his suspicions confirmed and of having surprised her. The suave smile changed to alarmed expression and he was hard put to suppress a chuckle.
She recovered with swiftness he had to admire.
‘Of course. What could be better for a girl than a present from Santa at Christmas? Do you keep something for big girls? Maybe I’ll just take a peep at what you have here…’
She was a manipulator all right. She had the bag open before he, reacting swiftly, reached out to pull it closed.
‘It’s only for girls who have been good.’ He put on his best suggestive tone.
‘I have been good. Really!’ She batted her eye lashes. ‘How can you doubt that?’
He felt a laugh coming on. At the same time, her pixie looks combined with that sexy pout gave rise to an unbidden impulse in him to kiss her.
He suppressed both the laugh and the impulse.
‘Some gifts cannot be packed in a bag, princess.’
She frowned and he could’ve bitten off his tongue. His customary nickname of her had easily slipped off his tongue.
She shook her head, puzzlement making her wrinkle her nose. ‘What? Princess?’ She peered at him closely, her normal tone restored. ‘Wait! Do I know you? ‘
He would have liked it to be, ‘Don’t I know you?’ Still, it was something that she remembered his nickname for her.
‘Surely I’m not that different, Myra?’
He pulled down the beard.
The next moment an ear splitting shriek echoed round the walls of ground floor display room of Tollinger Toys.
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#excerpt #AgainstAllRules #AAR

Sharing an excerpt from Against All Rules: A relationship story with a touch of escapism

Excerpt:
In this, Samara finds Tahir in a bitter mood in the aftermath of getting his divorce final.
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He was so absorbed in the inner demons that accosted him that he hadn’t noticed her. Samara bit her lip as she took in the unruly dark hair falling over half his forehead in disarray and the shadow darkening his jaw. More than that, it was the way he slouched in the sofa and the way his mouth was compressed in a grim bitter line as he stared into the golden liquid in the glass he held that spoke of the darkness he was sunk in.
She inhaled as she tried to suppress a wave of anguish. Pain that lanced her because she could feel his pain. Feel it as her own.
She’d come here, driven by an overriding conviction that he needed someone to be with him. But it took some seconds to gain control over her emotions.
‘Tahir.’
His gaze swung towards her, dark eyes fixing on her. She tried to keep calm as she took in the familiar attractive planes of his face, the hard jaw, the sharply angled cheekbones, the well-shaped mouth, the intense eyes.
‘What are you doing here?’ His voice was rough. ‘Is there a problem at the office?
You could’ve called me. As you see, I’m in no condition to receive visitors.’ Samara caught her breath. If he only knew the effect he was having on her, in faded denims that were moulded to his body, the white shirt that was open halfway to his waist, revealing crisp dark chest hair shadowing golden skin.
She dragged her gaze from his lean, muscled body that clothes could only delineate, not conceal.
‘Everything’s fine,’ she assured him quickly. ‘It’s just that you sounded so…You shouldn’t be drinking this much. It isn’t good for your health.’ Concern gave a husky edge to her appeal.
‘Health?’ He glanced at the amber liquid swirling in the narrow glass as he raised it to eye level. ‘It’s good for my mental health.’ As though to emphasize the point he downed the contents in a go. Shock ran through her in a wave.
‘Tahir, I’ve never seen you like this before…’ she protested.
His answer was a short chuckle, the sardonic edge echoing round the room. ‘My marriage is officially over. Over. The so successful Tahir Virani has failed. And Elaine couldn’t wait to tell me how eager she is to remarry…to underline how much it was my fault we couldn’t make it work.’
Samara inhaled at the unexpected pain his words evoked. His admission that his break-up had hurt him was somehow not easy to listen to.
He got up. Instinctively she moved towards him as he swayed on his feet. His gaze turned to her, pinning her where she stood, warning her off.
‘Why are you really here?’ he demanded, ‘To satisfy your curiosity? See what your boss looks like down and beaten – and drunk?’
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Against All Rules is a contemporary romance which is an Amazon kindle bestseller in Amazon recommended category. From July, ’15 to Jan,16, it featured steadily in the top 100 in World Literature Asian category in kindle ebooks. Currently it stands at no.47 in the same.

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Celebrate Romance with a romance book mate: #HiddenPassion

We romance readers love our hunky heroes, don’t we?  Today on Celebrate Romance series posts, I have the spotlight on magnificent King Deveshwaraya, a brooding warrior king with an ingrained protective instinct.
Devesh, as he’s known in the story, was born in the house of a musician but due to hardships turned to farming. When faced with atrocities of a luxury-addicted monarches, he turned rebel and staged an uprising. In the process, he had to give up his fiancée and harden his heart against love.
But Rukmani, an impetuous princess came into his life, challenging all his concepts of duty and tempting him to cross the bounds he has set himself.
Rukmani doesn’t pretend to herself. She’s attracted to the king and determined not to let anything stand in their way. To get a glimpse into her conflict, have a look at this excerpt from the book:
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Each time they had met for several occasions it had been like this. His glance would search for her in the crowd but he would refuse the eye lock and she’d feel restless. It seemed to her it was a game they had become accustomed to playing. If he did look at her long enough to let their glances mesh and tangle till she could see the darkening of his gaze, he would break it off and turn away and not look at her again.

It had happened again this morning. Disengagement and withdrawal. Why? Why did a bold Maharaja refuse to face a maiden? Maybe it was deference. Maybe she should be pleased at it but she wasn’t. She’d had enough of those games and the conventions which separated them. She wasn’t going to hold back when she knew she was attracted to him.

Since he’d stepped into their lives, a broad-shouldered tough giant, she had developed a kind of enthrallment in him. The very day he had entered their rajmahal, covering the carpeted floor of the rajyasabha with broad strides, his head angled proudly like a lion’s, she had known he was someone totally outside her experience, but she had resented his power. Then the confrontation she had forced on him had changed her opinion of him totally. With passage of time, his acquaintance with her brothers had deepened as political policies demanded. Thrown into his company she found, so did her attraction to this unconventional monarch.

Yes, he was unconventional…wasn’t he the farmer king? The Northern rulers were half-dazed by his rise to power. Yet people feared him too. The iron hand that had clamped on the previous king’s throat deserved everyone’s respect and no one dared challenge it. They said he had matched his strength with a tiger and come out winning. The tale was proclaimed in the gold coins he had issued since coming into power. The engraving on them showed him holding a slain tiger on those immense shoulders.
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Read all about powerful Maharaja Devesh and daring princess Rukmani in Hidden Passion, first book in the Indian Princesses Saga, Kamboj Series.

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#TheEligiblePrincess in #bestseller list at Amazon

‘Staging her own kidnapping seems the only way she can flee the inescapable trap of marriage sprung on her…’

For Princess Lakshaya it seemed the only course open to avoid getting married and she did it. I loved writing about this intrepid princess and also her counterpart, a magnificent king. He supports her even in her engineering pursuits – but she flees him to avoid having to accept his proposal. Seems so unreasonable, doesn’t it? But Lakshaya is far from illogical. Her story is full of twists and turns as she wrestles between following the path of her heart and expectations of her family.

The Eligible Princess is at no. 46 today in its Amazon recommended category

http://www.amazon.com/Eligible-Princess-Lakshaya-Kamboj-Princesses-ebook/dp/B00Z09FAQA

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Blurb:
King Kartikeya wants a bride. If he wants his people to remain loyal to him, he has to present princess from the North to them as his wife. He will do his utmost to keep the public happy and his crown in place.
Princess Lakshaya is tired of being presented to royal suitors again and again and getting rejected. She wants nothing better than to paint or conduct her mathematical experiments. A grand king like Kartikeya would only find faults in her. She is afraid she would fail to impress him and be taunted for it.
But Kartik is not at all what she expected. Attractive and dashing, he sets out to woo her. She’s intrigued and ensnared by her magnificent suitor. He almost wins her heart but then she finds he has secrets and a past which she cannot accept.
Staging her own kidnapping seems the only way she can flee the inescapable trap of marriage sprung on her…

From princess to queen, The Eligible Princess follows the journey of Princess Lakshaya to find her destiny – and love.

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