Wednesday, November 6, 2019

BOOKSPOTLIGHT: Sweet Surprises ( Inn Love) by Devika Fernando



BLURB

A fiercely independent interior designer from America - A charming Italian man with a secret identity - An old villa with its own secrets

Italy has always fascinated Victoria. Now that the interior designer from America is there to help convert a grand old villa into an inn, it feels like a dream come true 
 even more so when she falls head over heels in love with the handsome gardener. The few precious days she shares with Riccardo make her rethink every decision shes ever made in life. But just when Victoria is ready to take a leap of faith, she learns that her irresistible Italian isnt who she thinks.

Riccardo Moretti is the heir to a marble empire fortune and definitely not relationship material. But when the fascinating American woman overseeing the villa
s transformation mistakes him for someone else, he seizes the opportunity. With her, he can truly be himself, removed from scandals and from his familys claws. Hes lost his closed-off heart to the talented, outspoken foreigner - but will their love be enough to overcome all the obstacles and secrets in their way?

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EXCERPT 

Riccardo glanced at the woman walking next to him, wondering why he felt this strong pull towards her. It wasnt merely attraction, though he found her utterly beautiful. His body was reacting way too powerfully to her nearness. That moment when hed had his arm around her and her curves pressed close, he had felt such longing that it was almost a physical ache. Another second of her in his embrace and hed have done something as foolish as kissing her.
Idiota, he mentally scolded himself, sei spazzo. It was crazy to think she would welcome such advances. They were basically strangers, and she had no idea about his true identity. And yet, he yearned with every fiber of his being to get to know her better.
Careful.
He grabbed her hand to stop her in her tracks. His short cut had taken them through a small thicket of trees that loomed like ghostly shapes in the moonlit semi-darkness.
Theres a small stream running through here, he explained and saw her lean forward to check why he had stopped her from strolling on.
Oh, youre right!
Acutely aware that he was still holding her hand, Riccardo had to push himself to focus on the here and now.
Its very narrow here, just a few meters. There are stones you can step on to cross it, but you have to know where to set your foot. He turned to her, feeling her fingers tremble in his hold. Im sorry, it was stupid to lead you this way but its the short cut I am used to. We can either walk back a bit and take the normal route or you can let me help you across.
She peered at the inky expanse of water, trickling slowly rather than rushing like a proper stream. Ah well, whats a night stroll without a bit of a risk? With a chuckle, Victoria shrugged. Was she aware that she hadnt pulled her fingers out of his grip yet? Lets do this. But I have a feeling you did this on purpose, so you can be a gallant knight in shining armor without seeming chauvinistic.
Yet again, she surprised him. Riccardo laughed, giving her fingers a squeeze. No, I swear. I took this familiar path automatically, I wasnt thinking. And how could he think straight when being near her scrambled all his brain cells? Shall we?
Lead the way, fearless knight.
With another laugh, Riccardo oriented himself and then pointed at a dark shape by their feet. Here, see. This is the first stone. Theyre all big enough to get a grip but they might be a bit slippery. Just follow in my footsteps.
At her nod, he took the first step and led her cautiously across the few meters of water. She let go of his hand as soon as they had crossed the brook, and he felt oddly bereft.
Only five more minutes, then were there. He nodded ahead, at where the lights were much brighter and closer now.
Great. She gave a single shiver, hugging herself.
You are cold. Im sorry. It can cool down rapidly here at night.
He had no idea why he was apologizing for something clearly out of his control and not his fault. Reacting on instinct, he slipped out of his leather jacket and draped it around her shoulders. His hands lingered on her arms for a precious second or two, feeling her lean into the touch before he stepped away.
Thank you, she mumbled, her voice quiet and wobbly. Was she as impacted by their closeness and the tension shimmering around them as he was?
Calling himself a fool again, Riccardo lengthened his stride. The sooner he got her home, the better, or he would really do something stupid and invite her for dinner and a glass of wine.


SERIES

This small-town romance series features novels that each revolve around a bed & breakfast in a different country. The books are sweet romances, set in countries like England, Canada, and Italy. They can be read separately as stand-alones with a happy ending and are great for fans of Nora Roberts. No cliffhangers, no cheating, but some mild swearing.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR



Almost as soon as Devika Fernando could write, she imagined stories and poems. After finishing her education in Germany and returning to her roots in Sri Lanka, she got a chance to turn her passion into her profession. Having lived in Germany and in Sri Lanka with her husband has made her experience the best (and the worst) of two totally different worlds - something that influences her writing. Her trademark is writing sweet and sensual, deeply emotional romance stories where the characters actually fall in love instead of merely falling in lust.

What she loves most about being an author is the chance to create new worlds and send her protagonists on a journey full of ups and downs that will leave them changed. She draws inspiration from everyone and everything in life. Besides being a romance novel author, Devika is a faithful servant to all the cats and dogs she has adopted. When she's not writing, she's reading or thinking about writing.


Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Of Uncles and Aunts- Part 2 Our Santa Claus : Kamalachettan

Did you write letters to Santa in childhood asking for gifts? 

When I was small, I would write letters to one person who made my wishes come true. Once in a while, in our little village, in our home, a handsome man with a mesmerizing smile would arrive carrying the gifts I had asked for. He didn't wear red nor did he come from the North Pole. 



The gift-bearer was my uncle, who worked in Saudi Arabia then and would be home on vacation once in two or three years. Even if he didn't come every year, he would send gifts to us through friends who were coming to Kerala. My father's ancestral home would smell divine during the days he came home. His arrival was nothing less than a celebration for us all. For sure, we would get new dresses, chocolates, and fascinating toys. 

The doll who would start crying when the pacifier was taken away, the plane which almost took off, Penguins that climbed stairs and jumped into slides, scented notepads, butterfly stickers... the things he brought were some of my most cherished toys. I would keep them safe and secure inside the cupboard to save them from my naughty, younger cousins who were experts at breaking my treasures. 
Seeing off Kamalachettan at the airport ...A trip for us kids to see Aeroplane in 1983

Because of him, I tasted the best chocolates in the world, used expensive perfumes, wore dreamy princess-like-dresses and also became acquainted with the latest technologies in the world. Karaoke cassette player with mike awakened the singers in us, VCRs and Hindi movie cassettes made us cousins fans of Bollywood movies. Then there was his vast audio cassette collection. I was introduced to songs by Pankaj Udhas, Lata Mangeshkar, Rafi and Kishore Kumar thanks to him. 


Kamalachettan with my son
It was only later in life that I realised that the gifts he lavished on us were bought with his hard-earned money which he could have saved for his own future. But for him, our happiness was uppermost. 
When he brought a wife home, our new aunty became our new favourite. While growing up, I always made a pit-stop at uncle's home on the way from the school where I would binge watch songs on VCR, eat snacks and play with my cousins. By the time I was in my teens, Uncle quit his job and settled back home. There were no more letters written, but our Santa Claus still remained the same benevolent man.

Still, he insists I eat lunch/dinner whenever I go there. When my father fell ill, he along with my elder uncle became our pillars of support. He was forever at our home talking to my father who had by then lost his memory. 

Whenever I feel down, I recollect those happy childhood days and my heart fills with gratitude.
Thank you, Kamalachetta for all that you have given me. Thanks for a million sweet memories.

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Book Spotlight on The Mohanbari Murders



Blurb

Simran, the swashbuckling, no-nonsense new ASP of the Mohanbari District is baffled when a nine-year-old is found dead in a busy market lane. Determined to crack her first heinous crime, she doesn’t leave any stone unturned. While trying to figure out the case her path crosses with Major Imran. Sparks fly, but she is determined to hate him. As the matter gets more complicated, Simran begins to trust Imran.

Running through the nooks and alleys of dingy Mohanbari and the mysterious forest nearby, Simran must solve the mystery before the murderer strikes again.

Excerpt

Simran mulled over her third cup of lal chai in the SHOs chamber. It was a typical police office. Portraits of Gandhi ji and Baba Saheb lurked in opposite corners, on the wall with the honour board, behind the wooden chair. A big whiteboard with details about court cases for the week and important investigations graced the south wall. The north wall was reserved for DKBasu's Guidelines on Arrest. The west wall in front of the chair was a glass partition from where the entrance and the duty officer's room were visible.

Deeply craving a cigarette, Simran involuntarily put her pen in her mouth as placebo. Investigation in a murder case, that too of a child, is urgent and should take precedence over everything. A police officer's life, however, is not that simple. Her small red notebook was filled with all that she had to do and an important page in that was dog eared and labelled "Murder: 9 years old". Her meticulous note-making skills while helping her in complying to all the orders passed by the seniors, were also a bane, because she never forgot anything.  Another page which was folded into half bore the name of Major Imran surrounded by multiple circles doodled in anger. A small devil caricature also graced the page.

Two months since her joining as Assistant Superintendent of Police, Simran had run into Major Imran on two occasions. Imran had tried hard to impress her in the first meeting, at the evening gathering at the Mess. Dressed in his best formals, Imran had paid attention to Simran all evening and cracked stupid jokes to make her laugh. All Simran could think about was how short he was. She had been kind to him, but there was no attraction. None whatsoever. Imran followed it up with a message next morning.

"Morning Ma'am! Shall we catch up on coffee in the evening?- Imran"
Aghast at his forwardness, she replied a curt no.
 "Morningnot possible...I am busy-Simran"
"L Imran"
Simran wanted to make a sighing smiley but held back. She was distracted the whole day and cursed Imran for making her uncomfortable.

The second meeting was more eventful. They met at a high-profile intelligence meeting, where Imran completely ignored her. A curt nod in acknowledgement of her existence was all she got from the Major, who looked dapper that morning in his Olive Greens. He was not that short after all. Simran's ego had been bruised by Imran's neglect.


About the author


Esha Pandey
Esha Pandey, is an author and a police officer. She made her debut as an author with her book Kiss of Life and Other Stories, a collection of short stories. Esha currently lives in New Delhi. She is an Indian Police Service (IPS) officer of the 2010 batch.

Esha has a Masters in International Relations and Masters of Philosophy in American Studies from Jawaharlal Nehru University, Delhi. Before becoming a civil servant, she dabbled with the idea of being a journalist and worked with Times of India as a copyeditor. She has won a United Nations FPA Award for Excellence for the Best Short Story.
Esha has kept her passion for writing alive through her tough assignments in policing because writing is music for her soul. Her TDH hero is her partner for life, her husband Rajiv, who supports her in all her endeavors. When she is not doing either, policing or writing, she is busy dealing with her two bundles of naughtiness, her sons.  She can be reached at twitter.com/PandeyEsha and https://www.facebook.com/EshaPandeyAuthor/ .


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Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Book Spotlight for “Past Marriageable Age” by Sudesna Ghosh


Genre: Women’s Fiction
Length: 75 pages (novella)
Format: Kindle edition
Blurb
Koel is almost 40 years old and too old to be married — according to Indian society. She's a successful lawyer and a bookworm and quite happy living like a nun until she meets Ranbir Ray. Significantly older than her, Ranbir is hot and sweet and full of pleasant surprises. Can Ranbir teach Koel about life, love and happiness in this heartwarming, fun romance?
Excerpt
That ended our privacy as we found Reema and Aditi waiting impatiently. They had a table for four next to the bar. Ranbir greeted them politely, waiting for me to slide into the sofa before he sat on it too. We were like the perfect couple. So fast. So well dressed. Familiar with each other and getting more familiar at speed.
We ordered drinks and sushi. Ranbir stole glances and smiles at me, wrapping one arm around my waist until the drinks came. Aditi shamelessly measured his every movement. Reema asked him about his business. I was ignored.
Devouring my sushi, I listened to Ranbir describe his struggles setting up business in a political culture like Kolkata and how hard it had been at first. Reema was in awe. 
Ranbir asked about Reema’s work. He said he was aware of the competition in her field and knew of some of her campaigns. That won her over. Aditi was quiet until she interrupted with a silly question.
“So Ranbir, do you think my friend and you have a future together?”
I was livid. This age gap thing was getting out of hand. I asked her to apologise. However, Ranbir wasn’t annoyed. Or he was not showing it. Instead, he told me an apology wasn’t necessary.
“Aditi is concerned about her friend. It’s a good thing,” he acknowledged.
Ranbir really was a kind man. Glaring at my friend, I waited for his answer.
Clearing his throat, he confirmed that yes, we did have a future together. 
You see, Aditi, at my age, you don’t spend too much time thinking about what you want -- you just go after it. What I mean to say is that, I have fallen hard for your friend and I intend to keep her by my side for a long time.”
How beautiful. Tears hit my eyes. Happy tears from the heart. I saw Reema and Aditi control their tears too. Ranbir hadn’t used the word ‘love’ but I knew what he meant. I felt the same way about him from that day at the bookstore and coffee shop.
Aditi took a swipe at her eyes and asked him what a long time meant at our age.
Taking my hand in his, he declared, “It means for as long as your friend wants to be with me.”
The three of them all looked at me. I said thank you. Everyone burst out laughing. Aditi behaved well for the rest of the meal. Afterwards, Ranbir dropped her home before he dropped me. She said sorry. Dismissing it with a wave of his hand, he handed her a chocolate bar. He joked, “Now don’t say thank you, Uncle, please.”
We couldn’t stop howling. He was so funny!
About the Author

Sudesna (Sue) Ghosh is an author based in Kolkata, India. She is a graduate of University of Rochester and an ex-journalist. When Sue isn’t reading or writing, she is busy doing her best to keep her rescue cats happy. 
You can find her on Twitter @sudesna_ghosh and on Instagram @sudesna_meow

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Friday, August 30, 2019

Spotlight on A Night at Achanakmar by Paromita Goswami



Title: A Night at Achanakmar (Jungle Series Book2)

Author: Paromita Goswami 

Genre: Spooky,  Horror, Supernatural 

Blurb

Maya and her family set out for a weekend trip to Amarkantak. However, due to foggy weather and some unexpected delays later, they end up lost in the jungle. With dusk fast approaching and no way to find help in a no-network zone, their car breaks down. Will they survive or will something untoward happen to them in the mysterious jungle of Achanakmar?
Join the family in this road-trip of a lifetime that will leave you puzzled forever.
Jungle Series – Get ready to be assaulted!



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About the author




Paromita Goswami is a writer and storyteller by passion and a rebel by choice. She says the world is full of stories and as a writer, she loves to pen them down. Her work is not genre-specific. From literary fiction to children book to paranormal thriller and women fiction, Paromita Goswami‘s books offer a variety of life to her readers. Besides writing, she is also the founder of a reading club that enhances book reading habit in children. She lives in central India with her family. 

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