Hidden Passion

Hidden Passion: Kamboj Princess Rukmani Book 1 Kamboj Princesses Saga is a historical romance set in the Early Middle Ages in India.

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Rukmani, the youngest of the Kamboj royal family, has always had her way and she thinks she would too when the question of her marriage arises. But when she expresses her wishes, her world comes crumbling down because it seems aristocratic affairs matter more than her heart. Who can she run to but the strongest ruler of the region, Deveshwaraya? Devesh finds himself torn between duty and desire. He is drawn to her yet being with her jeopardizes everything he has worked for. When even protecting her invites trouble, how can he let his heart become involved? When the walls of monarchical politics rise high between them, will passion prevail?

Hidden Passion – the story of a princess daring to reach out for her heart’s desire.

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Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Hidden-Passion-Kamboj-Princess-Rukmani/dp/B00RBUM0EG

Amazon.in: https://www.amazon.in/dp/B00RBUM0EG

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00RBUM0EG


“There is much to love about the story of Kamboj princess Rukmani and royal ruler Devesh. The story moves along at a brisk pace, encompassing romance, tragedy, action and even a few healthy doses of philosophy and politics. The author managed to make the setting and characters come alive by painting a picture in rich detail without ever letting the plot slacken.”

– Devika Fernando, romance and paranormal author

“Fabulous and engaging! I absolutely loved the story. Rukmini is even more fabulous than the cover of the book suggests. She is every inch a princess – an imperious beauty, and spirited as they come. She is easily a match for the King of Kings – Devesh. Determined not to be browbeaten by her father and brothers, she gets into one scrape after another, reminding me of other feisty historical heroines brought to life by another author that I love so well – Georgette Heyer.
The language of the story teller is engaging – not a misstep anywhere! The historical aspects of the story – the era, the clothing, the behavior – all sounded just perfect….”

– Reet Singh, Harlequin author

“A historical romance filled with yearning and discovery. Great character, setting and depth.”

– Wendy Lou Jones, Harper Impulse author

“It is a light hearted historical romance and she has got the vibe of the nerve of the tradition and culture of those days many aeons ago. She has depicted the situations and the lifestyle and environment so beautifully. The robes, the palaces and the hunt, the traditions are all penned in a manner that flows with the story of the book.

– Inderpreet, blogger and reviewer

“Love, passion, desire, power, politics, royalty are all blended to take the reader back in time with the Khamboj princess, Rukmani and the Royal Emperor Devesh. Summerita’s writing is vibrant and lucid and the reader can almost see the tale unfold before their eyes.”

– Ahana Mukherjee, romance author


As he had taught her to handle the spear, she’d felt his touch. Inflaming. Hot. The hard strength of his body such a contrast to her own. Curiosity and desire had triggered an excitement, a longing to unravel the secret that made her feel all these things. To give in to the urges imbuing her senses. Now touching him was like touching a hot furnace. She had no idea being in contact with him would feel like this. The sound of the spear falling to the ground was dull in her consciousness.

‘What do you think you are doing, rajkumari?’

‘I want you, Devesh. I want to touch you, feel your touch…’

‘This doesn’t classify under the hunting lessons.’

She ignored the cold jibe and she met his scowling gaze squarely as he half turned to look at her. ‘No, it doesn’t. But don’t you think it’s time we acknowledged what’s there between us?’ ‘And what is that?’ His lips curled contemptuously. ‘Put it out of your mind, princess. You’re too young to understand the implications of what you’re saying. It will be better for you to go back to the palace.’ He started to dislodge her spread hands from his body.

‘I don’t feel like going back. I want to be with you.’ He couldn’t have missed the change in her tone. Her voice had gone slightly husky. But far from responding to it, he chose to ignore it. He tried to draw away from her but she refused to let go. One hand lifted to trace the knot of the muscles. The indentation of the spine. All encased in firm silken flesh. He went as still as a rock. A heat wave ran through her, causing her body to tauten in need.

‘We are meant to be together…’

He turned to confront her. She was trapped in the dark glitter of his eyes, the predatory gleam that warned her even as it incited her. ‘You don’t know what you’re playing with.’

‘Then show me.’ The whisper hardly left her lips than he caught her in his arms and drew her close. She was pressed against him, hard body imprinting itself against hers. His arms banded her, strong like spear rods. Her legs felt weak, her lips parted and his gaze homed onto them. His head came down till his mouth covered hers. This was what he tasted like. Honeyed sweetness and tangy passion. Spicy heat. Her thoughts lost coherency and all she could do was cling to him as he wreaked a magic she hadn’t dreamed was possible, on her senses.

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