Sharing a snippet from wip for #TeaserTuesday
“You were unwary enough to show a side of you I wasn’t supposed to see. Don’t you think we’re a bit past that?”
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Sharing an excerpt from upcoming romance His Christmas Surprise
Dan changed the gears with more practice than attention and turned the rover onto the main road, with half of his mind on the task.
The car’s spacious interior was suddenly cramped. And hot.
He’d been determined not to look at Tonya. He’d avoided a glance at her, even at the party. But then, her laughter caught his attention and somehow his gaze had found her. Flared sleeves that left tantalizing ovals on her shoulders showcasing bare skin. The navy colored dress which might have been severe but wasn’t. Molding her curves, then flaring out at her knees to her ankles. She had piled up her hair. The neck was demure, the cloth softly draping the swell of her breasts. His glance tangled with her gaze and his mind went blank. For a moment, he wasn’t a grown man in control, but a teenager in the throes of his first crush.
The memory of his reaction brought a scowl to his face. He had no business thinking like that about the woman who was, after all, working for him. It should be strictly business with them.
Yet the recollection fluttered in his mind, in that half which didn’t listen so closely to what he was trying to tell it. The memory of twinkling lights, a house half in darkness, a soft warm form coming close and sending unexpected sparkle in someone who had nothing but coldness left in him…
No. He wasn’t going to think about that.
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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.
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 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.
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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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.
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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To liven up a chilly Thursday, I’m sharing here a snippet from recently released ‘Hidden Passion: Kamboj Princess Rukmani’.
In this excerpt, Devesh and Rukmani are taking a breather while on their way to the temple located on the top of a steep hill.
Devesh saw the shadows creep into her eyes. He bent forward to tilt her chin up with one finger. ‘Don’t give up, princess! You’re made of sterner stuff. You have to be strong for your kingdom.’
‘I am not made for monarchial politics, maharaj.’ She wiped away her tears giving him a watery smile. ‘I don’t know what is happening now or why it is. I used to just have to say the words to get whatever I wanted. I was always in the center of my family circle, maybe even coddled by their love. There was always the liberty of choice. At least I thought so. I flouted convention and no one stopped me. I did everything I wanted…I thought it was because I was free, not because I was allowed, because I was being humoured. I never knew that if…when…I tried to go beyond the walls, my wishes would be trampled just because they didn’t suit the royal affairs.’
‘But, priya, royal affairs always demand sacrifice.’
The endearment took her by surprise. Pleasure rushed through her. For a moment it was as though he knew what she felt like. ‘It isn’t sacrifice for any worthy cause. That I could understand maybe. It’s because of their petty stubbornness. They should leave me out of their affairs.’ She said with a catch in her voice. ‘I only want to choose by myself the man I want to share my life with.’
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Hi folks! Today I’m sharing a snippet from office romance Against All Rules.
Hope you like it.
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The words shimmered over her senses. For a moment she could only look unspeaking into his eyes, dark liquid caramel, the sweetest expression she had ever seen pooling there. Surely it wasn’t possible.
‘I didn’t know it but it was there all along. You’ll have to forgive me for that, Samara. Sometimes when you don’t know what a thing looks like, you have trouble recognizing it. Especially in the dark. Because I was caught in the darkness which I couldn’t fight. Couldn’t see…’
‘See what?’ She whispered.
‘See what love is. That love is the faith that that one person will stand by you, through your mistakes, through your rotten behaviour, through it all, even if no one else does. That one person can make your world. But without that one person, the whole world falls to pieces.’
‘And without that person you can’t eat, dream or sleep…even when you’re doing things, you’re just going through the motions.’ She drew a sobbing breath because that was what life had become these last few days.
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“So you favour the view that sex and commitment don’t go hand in hand.”
“What?” The paper weight slipped from her grip and she stepped back to avoid the hit. Before she could bend to pick it up, Tahir had it, moving with his characteristic speed. Her hand curled back, desisting from accidental touch as he placed it on her desk. He was too close. His scent, an indefinable mix of him and faint trace of his musky cologne wafted to her. Trapped against her desk there was nowhere to escape. Already prickly nerves tightened in awareness. Where was he heading with this conversation?
If only she could get him to leave, without giving herself away. She said with forced lightness, “Er…I think I should start the day now, don’t you? Reports can take so long to prepare and then once one gets busy there’s no time. All you can concentrate on is the matter at hand and everything else is shelved. Even important things can get sidelined…”
“Like the fact that we need to repeat that kiss we shared six months ago?”
Struck dumb, she could only stare at him, her body doing the impossible and experiencing two extremes of temperature at the same time.
“It wasn’t something one could easily forget, was it?” His voice dropped, suddenly about as abrasive as silk and Samara realised how he must have earned the reputation of a playboy he had had before his marriage, as it sent fingers of thrill down her spine. Women must have fallen like ninepins for him. She knew they’d hounded him even when he’d been married. She had received just the occasional appreciative smile and it caused a major meltdown. How could she resist responding to that velvety voice? More importantly how could she resist showing it?