#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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#Excerpt #AgainstAllRules #contemporary #romance

An excerpt from contemporary romance Against All Rules. The dialogue starts with Tahir. In this, Tahir finally admits he’s attracted to Samara.
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‘I have tried to fight it, Samara. Like you, I did my damnest to ignore this…’

Tahir saw the surprise in her eyes as her head jerked up.

‘Last night, it wasn’t about Elaine, all I could think was how to stay away from you…’ Was he confessing this to her? This was wrong but as though he was compelled to say them, the words were forming. ‘Then today on the dance floor…’ 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. He let his tongue trace and probe the sweetness, his hands curve on her soft form till the awakening of his senses gelled into a muscle tensing awareness of her that he could feel hardening at his crotch.

Yet he couldn’t let go. His hands moved and cupped her breasts, exploring curves that demanded his touch as though made to be possessed by his hands. Heat grew into a bold tension, a throbbing that craved release. He could feel his blood pound faster through his veins as he drew her hard against his body. She felt so good that it wasn’t enough. He wanted her losing that precious control, hair splayed, her body arching in need, his name on her lips as she enclosed him in slick heat.

A red signal flashed in his brain and he lifted his head, his voice deep and grating, ‘You’ll agree we’re way past thinking of rules.’
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#excerpt #HiddenPassion #historical #romance #fiction

Sharing here an excerpt from Hidden Passion the story of Kamboj Princess Rukmani.
Rukmani is impetuous and unconventional as is shown by this snippet.
Hope you enjoy!
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He chuckled, startling her out of her dejection, the sound stealing pleasurably to her toes. ‘That passive image is difficult to reconcile with you. No, priya. You’re certainly not so patient as to sit quietly at home. Where did you get that idea? I do wonder. You who’s always after the nearest person she can find to take her spear-hunting or arching arrows or jumping her horse over the obstacles.’

She smiled back, an involuntary shiver stealing down her spine as she saw humour light up those unfathomable eyes which usually gave nothing away.

‘And would you like someone like that with you? Such a wife would be a trial to a Maharaja, wouldn’t she?’

‘I don’t know. He might enjoy taming her wild streak,’ his eyes glinted at her, not backing down.

‘And if she refused to be tamed? What would you do then, maharaj?’

‘Me? I have my ways. I think I’d be able to persuade her.’ His gaze dropped to her mouth.

Awareness rose again, gripping her by the throat. She swallowed as desire to have him physically close swept through her.

She said huskily, ‘Devesh, we are not held by social boundaries now. Why should we have this distance between us?’

Immediately the humour was wiped out of his face, his expression becoming rigid with anger. ‘You’re being foolish. I was jesting. You know I won’t marry you.’

‘I don’t care about marriage.’
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Also available at other major retailers.

For more snippets, check out the excerpt section of this blog.

Announcing #winner of #MothersDay #contest

We have a winner for the MothersDay contest and it is…drum roll…Ashwini!
Congrats, Ashwini 🙂

Here’s her story which wins her the book of her choice.
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There are so many things to tell about my mother from where to start is major problem for me.There is incident that happened when I was child. This incident is still vivid memory only because of my ma’s support.It was during my third standard my teachers complained to principal that I did not do any homework. I did not know why they suddenly complained about me that day .Without understanding anything I came home. I tried to make out what went wrong but all my efforts went in vain and that before going to bed I suddenly started crying .On hearing my slow sobs my ma patted my head and asked the reason behind this So when I told about it .She just asked me “Is there any home work to do? I will do it for you .Then I nodded and gave her my homework and slept on her lap with a pale face. While she completed my home work by staying all awake the entire night .Even though she had go to her office by 7am the next day.

I LOVE ALL YOUR BOOKS Summerita.But Unexpected Valentines is my all time favorite.”
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Thank you,  Ashwini! And many thanks for sharing this lovely story of your mom. Mothers are like that, aren’t they?  They would do anything to make their child happy 🙂

Hope you all enjoyed Mother’s day. What special thing did you do? Do share in the comments 🙂

Here’s an excerpt from Unexpected Valentines – short story romance collection that Ashwini loves. Hope you enjoy!
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This is from the story ‘Love at Loggerheads’

Her breath roughened again after few feet and she looked around for some rock or something to lean against, finally settling down against a tree stump.
‘What an ideal way to keep fit, bearing such a heavy weight.’
The mocking male voice with the rather pleasantly deep tenor unreasonably jarred against her senses. She made a face on recognizing it. Danish Batra. Her nemesis in court.
‘What weight?’ She squinted up at him as he descended the slope and came closer.
‘I was talking to the tree, not you.’
She should have expected that. ‘Ho gaya?’ She asked with awful politeness. ‘Are you done? I thought you were intolerable only in the courtroom. My mistake apparently.’
‘Oh I didn’t realize you were expecting me to be charming. Why didn’t you tell me so before?’ He pretended to give her a scrutiny. ‘Now what should I say? Oh yes. Blue suits you!’
Muffled up as she was in layers with a bulky blue cardigan over her jeans, she knew that was no compliment. Even if he had been meaning to be sincere. Which he wasn’t. ‘Nice try, Batra. Casanova has his work cut out trying to beat you.’
‘Casanova’s nothing compared to me and you know it.’ He winked.
‘Did I mention? Modesty is so becoming in a gentleman.’
‘I love your tastes.’ He grinned and Saumya found herself smiling. Funny she’d never noticed how attractively his eyes crinkled up at the corners. His teeth were nice and that mouth was so well shaped, like it had been chiseled with a fine hand…
What was she thinking? She tore her gaze away from him. He settled down beside her.
‘Why are you back?’
‘I was looking for you.’
‘Oh you missed me!’ She couldn’t help the sarcasm. ‘How touching!’
‘Isn’t it?’ He said easily. ‘The air was beginning to dampen without your sharp wit.

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#Excerpt #HiddenPassion #historical #romance

Today I’m sharing an excerpt from Historical Romance Hidden Passion. Hidden Passion is the story of Kamboj princess Rukmani and samrat Deveshwarya, set in early middle ages of India.

Enjoy reading!

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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.

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