#FeistyFemmes #excerpt #ATwistofFate #Mondaymention

Hello folks,

Today is Monday and time to share #FeistyFemmes #Mondaymention excerpts.

To refresh the rules for you, every Monday you can share an excerpt which highlights a sassy retort or action from a female character. You can share as a reader from your current read or as an author from your books. Promote your post and others’ post by searching for above hashtags on Twitter.

As promised, sharing today a woman-centric book extract from one of my books for Monday.

Today’s snippet is from A Twist of Fate. It is a historical romance set in early medieval India.

In this excerpt, Charu has to take part in a pretence with Deva so they can make a getaway. It’s a light hearted passage so enjoy the repartee 🙂

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‘It’s a pity you are so well built,’ Charu said, stepping close to him. ‘A slimmer man does the role of a hen-pecked husband much better.’
His eyes narrowed. ‘If you mean what I think you mean –’
‘Get ready to shed a bit of your pride,’ she smirked. ‘My aunt’s maid was a tyrant with her husband and I know the way things got in her household.’
‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘I’d rather go for an attack on the kotapala, than be a cowering spouse.’
‘We don’t have much choice. And I have no intention of being caught as your accomplice.’ She put her hands on her sides.
He still shook his head. ‘You don’t need to go with me.’
‘I do. Where else could I go? Look at the brawlers coming up behind us.’
He looked over his shoulder and heard raucous laughter from the heaving bellies of the wrestlers’ group. ‘All right. Take care.’
‘Oh, I would! Take care of you, I mean.’
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Blurb:

Charulata wants revenge. She seeks to spill the blood of the man who ruined her. She has lost her home, her family and her prestige because of him.

Deva knows he had earned the wrath of this woman. But embittered and devastated, he’s like a wounded lion hunting his enemies, hurting her when he didn’t mean to…

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Share more woman centric excerpts from your books and books you’re reading and use hashtags on Twitter as I’ve stated in the previous #Mondaymention post.

Looking forward to reading your snippets!

#review #ATwistofFate #historical #romance #fiction #newrelease

Hi folks, today I’m sharing a lovely review for A Twist of Fate, the second book in my historical trilogy.

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“Definitely a must read,” says Angela about A Twist of Fate.

Read the review here or at goodreads:

Thanks for being here to share it with me. This made my day.

So have you read the book yet? Check out below:

Blurb:

Step into the royal intrigues of early medieval India.

Charu wants revenge from the man who turned her life upside down. When she meets Deva, rage is as intense as the passion…

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An excerpt from A Twist of Fate

Hi folks,

I’m sharing today an excerpt from A Twist of Fate. In this, Charulata is meeting her father before her wedding, and he sees her dressed as a bride ready to commit the wedding vows.

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Oh, my lovely daughter.’ He pinched her cheek. ‘Can I bear to send you off?’

‘Don’t send me then,’ she half pleaded.

‘Charu!’ he chided gently.

‘Why does a girl have to leave all that is familiar to her?’

He sighed. ‘Fathers have been asking this of themselves since eternity. And will continue to ask this. It’s the way we have made for ourselves. We have deemed one hand dearer than the other and every father must pay the cost for the decision he upholds.’

She said softly, ‘I will abide by your decision then, pitashri.’

‘Proud of you.’ Her father kissed her forehead. She hugged him, a constrained one, because of her coiffure and ornaments. He grinned and she half joined in, pretending not to notice the moisture in his eyes.

A Twist of Fate is a historical romance set in early medieval India, focusing on the vulnerable position of women in the society.

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#Excerpt #ATwistofFate #historical #romance #fiction

Hello! Let me share today a few lines from A Twist of Fate, the second book in my historical trilogy.

In this, Deva and Charu had got married through the ancient custom of arranged marriage when the groom and the bride meet only at the time of marriage. Although conscious of the obstacles between them, Deva can’t help giving in to the attraction between them.

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‘Do you really wish me to be so brazen as to step in your embrace?’
He gazed down into her eyes, conscious again of that mixture of humor and the shyness of a bride. He surely didn’t wish her to come any closer. His blood pressure might not sustain it.
In direct contradiction, he said, ‘Do you want to?’
Her eyes widened a little, but he had to acknowledge she didn’t lack for comprehension. Two slim arms like the snakes of temptation wreathed round his neck and her warm curves pressed against his – what now seemed to have been destitute – body.

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#CoverReveal #historical #romance A Secret Tie #Trilogy

Today I am excited to share the cover reveal of A Secret Tie which is the third book in my historical trilogy. I love this cover and hope you’ll also feel the same about it.

Check out the book details and an excerpt along with the book cover at Book Addict Rambles.

https://bookaddictrambles.wordpress.com/2019/07/12/coverreveal-a-secret-tie-the-king-and-the-spy-by-summerita-rhayne-summeritarhayne/

Do comment below how you like it.

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Book Release day: A Twist of Fate #historical #fiction

Hi folks,

I’m happy to share that today is the book release day of historical fiction A Twist of Fate. Set in India in early medieval period A Twist of Fate explores the attitude of ancient society towards women. Charulata is set to have an arranged marriage as per norms of those times. But a twist of Fate changes the circumstances and her life is changed completely and unexpectedly.

A Twist of Fate follows the entwining fortunes of Charu and Deva in the post Vedic ancient India. Greed, treachery, and deception feature highly in this story of royal suspense. Can love have a hope of surviving amid such intrigues?

To be a courtesan in ancient India was a fate far worse than slavery. This is the second book written on the theme by the author. Also read Against The Tide, the story of the royal concubine, the first book with the same theme.
Today it has debuted with a good opening and is featured as no. 1 in New Releases in its category at Amazon. com.

Also read an excerpt from this book.
Excerpt:
Her curved brows arched a little more – the mobile movement betokening the agility of a dancer’s expression. ‘Mayhap the tall form of my cousin pleases you better than a moderately built one like mine.’ At this, her eyes brimmed with humor before her lashes became cast down to hide it.
He resisted the urge to go over to her and tip up that firm looking chin. ‘I can’t tell what pleases me until I’ve held the form in my arms.’
He’d succeeded in having her gaze back to him, tangling with his and now her mouth curved in enjoyment of the sparing.
She said in a low well-modulated voice. ‘You certainly have your ideas clear in your head, swami.’
He made a gesture of half of impatience and half dismissal. ‘Don’t call me your master. It’s a slave more likely.’ His mouth twisted at the admission. The clink of ornaments sounded and Charulata came closer to him. Her hands were held in front of her, fingers tightly interlocked. He reached out and pried them loose, clasping each. They trembled in each of his like trapped birds. Their gazes locked. His pulse increased its pace. He thought his insides trembled also and couldn’t reason why.
‘Do you really wish me to be so brazen as to step in your embrace?’
He gazed down into her eyes, conscious again of that mixture of humor and the shyness of a bride. He surely didn’t wish her to come any closer. His blood pressure might not sustain it.
In direct contradiction, he said, ‘Do you want to?’
Her eyes widened a little, but he had to acknowledge she didn’t lack for comprehension. Two slim arms like the snakes of temptation wreathed round his neck and her warm curves pressed against his – what now seemed to have been destitute – body.
He felt definitely a tremor run through him. Instinctively, his hands reached out resting at the niche of her curving waist… She fit against him perfectly. His arms must have been made to hold her, her body to mold against his. His mind jumped to hope, to curiosity, the insistence how perfect would be the ultimate union with her –
Conscious of two impulses drawing him equally strongly in opposite directions, he tried to clear his mind. The urge to flee, to put distance between them, to remember why he was here – a lowly deception that clawed at him – was tossed against the second, as powerful wish – to take her to the folds of the silken sheets of the rose-petal strewn marriage bed.
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#Coverreveal #ATwistofFate #historical #romance #fiction

Hi folks,

Today I’m excited to share the cover reveal of my new upcoming historical romance A Twist of Fate. I simply love the beautiful cover and can’t help feeling it suits the book exactly.

The cover reveal is kindly hosted by the lovely book bloggers, Cathy and Zoe. I can’t thank them enough.

Here’s the cover. Do let me know what you think.

Blurb:
“I want to find him. And when I find him, I will destroy him.”
Charulata wants revenge. She seeks to spill the blood of the man who ruined her. He married her and left her after one night. The diktats of her society declare only one place suitable for the woman rejected and deserted by her husband – the abode of the concubines. Charulata faces ruin and now lives and breathes for one purpose…the only purpose keeping her alive. How to track Deva – and kill him.
Deva knows he had earned the wrath of this woman. Embittered and devastated, he’s a wounded lion hunting his enemies. Regrets and softer feelings are long gone from his life. He encounters Charulata with all the arrogance of his forebears. Yet the fire of hate is mixed with the fire of attraction between them. Rage and passion have become inseparable…
A Twist of Fate follows the entwining fortunes of Charu and Deva in the post Vedic ancient India. Greed, treachery, and deception feature highly in this story of royal suspense. Can love have a hope of surviving amid such intrigues?
To be a courtesan in ancient India was a fate far worse than slavery. This is the second book written on the theme by the author. Also read Against The Tide, the story of the royal concubine, the first book with the same theme.

Read an excerpt:

Her curved brows arched a little more – the mobile movement betokening the agility of a dancer’s expression. ‘Mayhap the tall form of my cousin pleases you better than a moderately built one like mine.’ At this, her eyes brimmed with humor before her lashes became cast down to hide it.

He resisted the urge to go over to her and tip up that firm looking chin. ‘I can’t tell what pleases me until I’ve held the form in my arms.’

He’d succeeded in having her gaze back to him, tangling with his and now her mouth curved in enjoyment of the sparing.

She said in a low well-modulated voice. ‘You certainly have your ideas clear in your head, swami.’

He made a gesture of half of impatience and half dismissal. ‘Don’t call me your master. It’s a slave more likely.’ His mouth twisted at the admission. The clink of ornaments sounded and Charulata came closer to him. Her hands were held in front of her, fingers tightly interlocked. He reached out and pried them loose, clasping each. They trembled in each of his like trapped birds. Their gazes locked. His pulse increased its pace. He thought his insides trembled also and couldn’t reason why.

‘Do you really wish me to be so brazen as to step in your embrace?’

He gazed down into her eyes, conscious again of that mixture of humor and the shyness of a bride. He surely didn’t wish her to come any closer. His blood pressure might not sustain it.

In direct contradiction, he said, ‘Do you want to?’

Her eyes widened a little, but he had to acknowledge she didn’t lack for comprehension. Two slim arms like the snakes of temptation wreathed round his neck and her warm curves pressed against his – what now seemed to have been destitute – body.

He felt definitely a tremor run through him. Instinctively, his hands reached out resting at the niche of her curving waist… She fit against him perfectly. His arms must have been made to hold her, her body to mold against his. His mind jumped to hope, to curiosity, the insistence how perfect would be the ultimate union with her –

Conscious of two impulses drawing him equally strongly in opposite directions, he tried to clear his mind. The urge to flee, to put distance between them, to remember why he was here – a lowly deception that clawed at him – was tossed against the second, as powerful wish – to take her to the folds of the silken sheets of the rose-petal strewn marriage bed.

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