#FightsceneFriday #MoreThanJustDesire #romance

Hi folks!

It’s time to share Fight Scene Friday.

This time it’s from More Than Just Desire, romance novel at Amazon kindle. The story between Arfaaz and Piya is all about fighting falling in attraction and then in love with each other. This book had many scenes of conflict. Here’s one for your reading delection. In this, Arfaaz meets Piya after three years separation resulting from differences during their marriage.

Excerpt:

‘Why are you back?’ The question was stabbed at her, a fleeting eye lock in the mirror confirming that he was in no mood to humor her.
‘Why shouldn’t I be? Does it inconvenience you?’ she snapped back.
‘Why should it?’ A dark eyebrow rose.
‘Maybe you’re too busy painting the town red to want a wife in the picture?’ Better to be offensive, she told herself. And who knew it might be near the truth.
‘Don’t judge me by your own scale. Piya. That was your forte, not mine.’
‘What’s yours?’ Unreasonably angry, she wanted to flail at him. That caused her eyebrows to knit in surprise when what she should be was contrite. The anger wouldn’t be stemmed, giving rise to sarcasm, ‘To wait patiently and celibately for your wife to come back into your arms?’
Tension rose in the air. The negativity between them was like a wall. A silence fell. He broke it, his words heavy with recrimination. ‘Patiently…after the way you have tried me, you really expect that? I was patient with you once, don’t forget that, Piya. Far more patient than you deserved. But you chose to see it as weakness…’
She had. A flicker of pain crossed her expression as the stab hit home. Everything he said was true. Seeing him, every one of the demons that chased her was yanked awake, seething and burning for revenge on her. She closed her eyes. It had been a mistake to come back. A mistake to even think of facing him.
He signified everything that was wrong and evil in her. The symbol of her worse side. Teeth sank on her lip with enough force to hurt. She wanted to be out of his sight. If anyone had handed her an airplane ticket back to Boston at that moment, she would have taken it and flown away. Never, ever to look back.
‘As for being back in my arms, it wasn’t your place before, so why would things change that much now?’ he shot out grimly.

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Blurb:

Scared of how he made her feel, she ran away…from him…from Bollywood…
Arfaaz is determined to get his revenge on Piya for making a farce of their marriage and leaving him to face the backlash of a scandal when he found her in a compromising situation with her co-star. Now she’s back in Mumbai, trying to get back into films. He forces her to stay with him, making it a condition for granting her a divorce. But Piya drives him crazy with her antics. On the top of that, the attraction between them sizzles and threatens to make him forget reason. Piya only cares about finding success in the competitive world of starry glamour. Success is her mantra and her worship. The day he’s sure of it will be their last day together…

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#Sharing #excerpt from #romance #AgainstAllRules

Hi everyone,

Sharing an excerpt from the first book I published as indie author. Against All Rules is very close to my heart since it marks my debut into the world of self publishing. It taught me a lot. Since then many books have been launched and some did better than it, but the accolades won by this remain cherished.

It’s a sizzling snippet, so beware! *wink *

Excerpt:

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.

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Blurb:

Desire which breaks all rules…
Samara, the cool and efficient office assistant at work, is hopelessly attracted to her boss. Strong as the attraction is, she’s equally determined to keep it a secret from the suave tycoon, Tahir Virani.
Tahir, the distant and at times, sarcastic boss, has no time for Samara. Embittered and cynical after his failed marriage, he has no intention of getting involved and certainly not in anything long term.
A kiss changes everything. The office logistics go haywire as awareness zooms to level ‘O’. Soon, one thing is clear, they can no longer ignore each other.
But Tahir has clearly no intention of breaking his office protocol and Samara would never settle for a fling.
When the fire is set, who can avoid the blaze?

Reviews:

“A superbly written book with well delineated characters and scorching chemistry!”
“The palpable attraction between the two and the fight of principles takes us on an intense, hot and passionate journey. If one is looking for a hotter than hot Indian romance on a dreamy night or day `Against All Rules’ is the book.”
“A read guaranteed to keep you warm at night:)’ ”

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#FightsceneFriday #new #excerpt

Hello! It’s time to share another excerpt for Fight scene Friday. If you are an author, you can share your excerpt by submitting via contact me button.

Today’s excerpt is from romance novel, More Than Just Desire. It’s a romance full of emotional conflict between an actor heroine and a film director hero. It’s set against the background of Indian Hollywood popularly called Bollywood but meant to indicate Mumbai.

Here’s the excerpt. Enjoy.

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‘You’ll divorce me?’ The sense of anticlimax she felt annoyed her. Why wouldn’t he, for God’s sake? She’d been a far from ideal partner. No man wanted a three year estranged wife surely? Or why would he allow her to remain away for so long? For no logical reason, the knowledge had a sharp edge, stabbing her deeply.

Arfaaz’s gaze was fixed on the flush deepening on her cheeks. The color of anger…or joy at getting her freedom? It had been a mistake to pick her up in his arms, to give in to the urge to subdue that stubborn defiance. Three years since he’d touched her, yet her bones felt as delicate under his hands as the night he’d gripped her shoulders in anger. Evoking the same remorse one might feel for handling a bird badly. She had worn a metal colored dress that night. He could still feel the slithery fabric beneath his fingers. Another of her risqué dresses, with deceptively demure full sleeves while the shocker was the back. Which was missing. He had never objected to what she wore, though primitive instincts protested. She had a media image to maintain. He hadn’t wanted to act the possessive husband. A mistake, he thought again. Even the brief brush of her body against his had lit a spark that reminded him of how possessive he’d wanted to be. She had taken enough advantage of him. The grim thought rose from a host of emotions. He’d suffered, he’d been fooled, he’d been dumped. Was he going to take it all and let her go as easy as pie?

‘If you want a divorce, you’ll have to do a small favor for me first,’ he said.

‘Favor?’

‘Something which is important to me. Then you’ll be free to go.’

‘I will?’

He shrugged, letting her make what she could out of it.

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#Sharing #conflict scene #AgainstTheTide #fightsceneFriday

A conflict is necessary to give pace to any story. Hashtag fightsceneFriday is a new feature on this blog to highlight conflict. Of course, we like to read and enjoy times of laughter and love. But in fiction, we turn the pages faster when something like an impending collision brews. So read on and enjoy the twists in the tales by reading and sharing this hashtag. Writers are invited to share their favourite conflict scenes in their books. Readers take an opportunity to devour the topsy turvy incidents.

Today, I’m sharing my favourite conflict scene from historical novella, Against The Tide. Published at Amazon and reaching no. 1 spot in its category in one day, this is the story of a courtesan in ancient India set against the glamorous backdrop of a palace. It follows the unfolding of the intrigues of royal family and the forbidden love between a king and a concubine.

Hope you will like this snippet as much as I do 🙂

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She sprang back at the words, the chisel slipping from her grasp. It would have hit her toe if he didn’t swing forward his arm and catch it mid-air.

Wide accusing eyes looked at him and unexpected tears sprang to her eyes till the emotional current became too much and they spilled over, her gaze blurring as they flooded over and slipped down her cheeks.

‘Lohana!’ His voice was guttural and low, betraying his concern. ‘Now what have I said?’ He tried to inject a teasing note, saying lightly, ‘I need more lessons in tact, I guess.’

She wiped her cheeks with the edge of blue muslin. ‘Maharaj, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t spoil your mood. I know you were joking. It’s unbecoming in me to take things you say so seriously…’

‘Even a smart diplomat can stumble,’ he said severely, ‘So I won’t punish you for this blunder. What makes you think I’m not serious?’

‘Maharaj!’ She held up a hand to ward him off, but which was ensnared in the crushing grip of his larger hand. He eased the force immediately. But his voice was commanding. ‘Lohana, I don’t make mistakes in people and certainly not in my feelings!’

‘I’m –’ She drew in a breath, knowing she’d given away more than she intended, but finding it difficult to regulate her unruly emotions. ‘I’m flattered, sire,’ she managed.

Her hand dropped from his grip. ‘Flattered?’ He sounded incredulous.

Taking courage in both hands, she dared a look up and found a thundering scowl covering his noble wide forehead.

Today, with dark locks brushed back and tamed, because he had taken off the decorated turban, he looked slightly tamer. His shoulders were covered with golden yellow cloth slung from one shoulder and half trailing on the ground. Broad, naked chest rose, rock hard, muscled and adorned with a solid gold disc slung on thick rope-like chains. A pearl double rope rested amid those. In his ears, he wore thick short rings with single prominent bead in each.

‘Have I been mistaken?’ His voice became soft and edgy. ‘Have I seen feelings where there was only flirtation, allure and beguilement? Why the tears then? Your words lie, but your eyes tell your truth. Say it, Lohana. Tell me, ‘tis love you feel for me.’

Those tears threatened to be spilled again.

‘More than love.’ She gasped as his arms came around her immediately, clasping her waist and drawing her tight till air threatened to be squeezed out of her chest.

‘Forgive me, priya. I can’t stop the emotions that rage through me. I love you, Lohana. It is you I will have as my wife.’

‘No…’ Her protest should have been stronger but it was hard to speak when your knees felt they would buckle anytime. ‘That’s a sacrilege…not admissible… I am what I am, bound to serve you but –’

‘Have you any objection?’

‘Yes.’ Her mouth trembled and she bit her lip.

‘Not because of the society or what I am. Tell me, if you could marry me, would you?’

‘I can’t answer that.’ She fought the impulse to say yes and put all her troubles into his hands. But she had been trained to fulfil an office. To carry out a function. She would not look above her post. She would not let herself be called overambitious and have the stones pelted at her, both figurative and lest she lose his protection, even literally.

‘Then I will answer for you. You love me and you want me, only me.’ His voice held a rough edge like an unpolished sword. ‘You will be my wife. Vidarbhakata’s queen.’

‘No.’

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Check out the book at Amazon here.

Blurb:

Can a concubine fall in love? 
Lohana knows she cannot even dream of everlasting love. Trained to captivate men for their wealth and proficient in the required arts, a concubine like her is not meant to be a partner for life for anyone and most certainly not for the king. But King Jayatshatru has managed to steal her heart. In the politics of aristocracy, germs of intrigue flourish hidden behind the ornate doors. As love grows stronger, the plotting against her deepens. Will she be able to fight the forces against her? Does she even want to, when dreaming about happiness can lead both the king and her to ultimate ruin?

Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Against-Tide-Concubine-Summerita-Rhayne-ebook/dp/B07D5JZKJD

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#excerpt #Newbook #HisChristmasMiracle #HCM 

Hi folks! 

Sharing a snippet today from soon to be released romance, His Christmas Miracle. 

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‘Aren’t you going to kiss me hello?’

The man was flirting with her. He did pick his times. She turned, a spark lighting her eyes. ‘You’ve kissed me already.’

‘That was my hello. Where’s yours?’

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Hope you enjoyed reading this.

Check out the blurb:

Kyle Masson’s marriage has been a sham. Now after two years of apparent happiness, all he’s left with, is a surrogate mother, pregnant with his child…

Read the full blurb and preorder at:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078QV6NTF  

#excerpt #secondchance #romance Second Chance At Forever 

Hi folks,

It’s time to share an excerpt and so bringing a simmering snippet from Second Chance At Forever, semsual romance set in India.

Enjoy reading!

‘An affair would do us good, you know.’ The words were so conversationally put. As ever, he succeeded in shocking her, putting into words what she had been trying to evade.

‘You – I ought to tell you off for that.’

‘I’m sitting here looking at your picture on the monitor. Then I look at the earlier pictures – yes, I have them – and I can’t spot any difference…in the reaction they evoke in me.’

He had her pictures. For some reason, her stomach contracted as an image of him arose, sitting alone, looking at her picture displayed on a closely placed screen.

‘We used to be good together, Stuti. Are you wondering if it would be the same between us even now? I know I am.’

His voice stole over her, its insistence beguiling her senses. It’d be all too easy to give in, to keep listening to him and let magic of his nearness flow over her. 

‘It was just sex,’ she said breathlessly.

‘Awesome, mind blowing sex. Wanna give it a go again?’

His voice was just that bit dirty to get heat thrumming under her skin. ‘Sex would solve nothing…’

‘It doesn’t have to. It’s its own benefit.’

Illicit images began to play in her mind. She couldn’t speak. Silence stretched. So long that she finally managed to croak out, ‘Revath…it’s not possible between us.’

‘Damn it, Stuti, playing the simpering maiden wasn’t your style. I never had to spell it out before. We didn’t even need to use words to communicate.’

‘Maybe we should have used them,’ she said. ‘Maybe we wouldn’t need to be like this if we had.’ It slipped from her quietly.

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Check out this story of second chances and Stuti and her triplets at Amazon.

https://www.amazon.com/Second-Chance-Forever-Summerita-Rhayne-ebook/dp/B01IE40CTM 

#Excerpt #LastManShedLove #romance 

Sharing an excerpt today from Last Man She’d Love.

In this, Lyna is trying to make a decision. Guy is being his usual languidly sardonic self 🙂

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 ‘I could remind you, but being a gentleman, I won’t.’

She choked and spluttered into laughter.

He was shaking his head in deep regret. ‘See you have forgotten how to laugh properly even.’

‘I was laughing at the thought of you being termed a gentleman,’ she derided.

‘Taken as a good hit.’ He put his hand over his heart and took a bow. ‘Though there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you, I have to acknowledge that you’re leaving, so your last wishes should be respected before you sacrifice yourself on the altar of matrimony.’

She sat down slowly, her heart beat increased by a factor of ten per minute as she weighed the situation for the last time and drew in a deep breath. She put her forearms on the desk and leaned forward, looking into those dark eyes fringed by thick lashes. ‘What you just said about doing anything to keep me at work. Do you mean that?’

He leaned back, just a fraction of tension in his frame. But Lyna decided she had imagined it because his voice was as relaxed and his tone as lazily sardonic as ever. ‘Sure. Are you about to do me the felicity of flinging yourself into my arms? I knew old rhino would never succeed in taking you for seven rounds of fire religiously.’

‘We were going to have a court marriage,’ she said.

His eyebrows went up as he sat up, the foot whose ankle had been resting on his knee coming on the carpet with a muted thump. ‘Were?’

She sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Yes. I’ve had to give a rethink over everything.’

‘You finally saw enlightenment because of my advice? No, I don’t think so.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘The pregnant lady got her way with you, did she?’

‘What do you know about her?’ She glanced suspiciously at him.

‘Nothing.’ He shrugged. ‘I saw her take the elevator as she left your office. She wasn’t here to get a job, so… Putting two and two together. Just elementary reasoning.’

He paused, then asked, ‘What about your company – the one you were so set on?’

‘It’s not that – as – important as this is. I’ll have to drop the idea.’ She avoided his gaze. ‘Good thing I hadn’t given my notice.’ She attempted to say it lightly, hoping he wouldn’t pick up the strain in her voice.

‘For Gayatri Productions, it’s a day to celebrate. Well, I can only offer my services. In what way might I aid the damsel?’

‘By reining in your overactive imagination?’ Lyna said somewhat tartly. ‘Sorry, but it’s hard to picture you as a knight in shining armor.’

‘Yeah, I know, too blatant,’ he agreed gamely. ‘I think matt is more my thing. Probably black chrome would be a good look.’

She gazed at him, chin propped in her hand, an expression of rapt admiration in her eyes. ‘You’re really unbelievable.’

‘Not at all, my lady, I aim to please.’

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A short blurb:

Will she get to know the real man beneath the veneer or will she just break her heart over him?

A pregnant ex and a broken engagement lands Lyna in close proximity to her boss. She’s spending a week at his palatial country house, faking an engagement to him, getting upclose and personal – to him And his family.

Anything can happen…

Check out the book at:

Amazon US:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07475QM2N 

Amazon India: 

https://www.amazon.in/dp/B07475QM2N 

Amazon UK: 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07475QM2N