#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

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#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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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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#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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Book Link:
http://www.amazon.com/His-Christmas-Delight-Romance-ebook/dp/B01BYHO0AI
Goodreads link:
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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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http://www.amazon.com/Against-All-Rules-Contemporary-Romance-ebook/dp/B00MY2QVRS