Friday, February 14, 2020

Something Old, Something New Release Day Blitz


Something Old, Something New
- A DRA Production


Seven bestselling authors. Seven incredible second chance romances. One epic anthology. 

What would you do for another chance with the one you love? 

Something Old, Something New - a unique novella anthology - tries to answer this question with fantastic, different, desi dramas. 

Whether it is shapeshifters or shifting interracial relationships, single moms in small towns or rich alpha heroes, friends-to-lovers or passionate ex-husbands; this anthology has something for everyone. 

Something Old, Something New explores the many different facets of love, forgiveness, fated mates and more in seven, distinctly Indian tales!

Coming Home by Andaleeb Wajid

When fate brings you back to face the one you loved and lost, what will you do? 



When Meesha breaks Jahangir's heart and marries the man her Abbu has chosen for her, an angry Jahangir leaves the small Coorg town of Dhakara, vowing never to return. But when an ailing aunt brings him back to the town, nearly a decade later, Jahangir finds that Meesha is now a divorced, single mother and his heart still yearns for her. Will Jahangir put behind his anger and forgive Meesha and give the two of them another chance or is it too late for him to come back home, to the one place and the one woman his heart has never stopped loving?


Read an Excerpt from Coming Home


Meesha Khan rubbed her lower back as she got up from the floor of her family café Sweet Nothings and then proceeded to rub her butt as well. She was glad no one was around to see her fall as it was too early in the day, thankfully.
She’d walked inside the café this morning, depositing her usual paraphernalia on the counter - keys, handbag, her carry-on bag in which she carried a spare change of clothes, clean aprons and other odds and ends. Her assistant Ramya was the one who had locked up the café last night. She had spilled something on the floor - being the clumsy doofus that she was - and hadn’t bothered to wipe it up. 
Obviously, Meesha had put one foot on the floor and wham, she’d slipped and fallen down. Her butt throbbed the slightest bit and she knew she’d have to put some balm on it tonight. But there was no time to think about nearly broken butts. Not when there were bills to pay and money to be made and customers to be appeased. 
She peered at the list on the industrial sized fridge in the kitchen, wondering if she needed to get glasses already. Pushing her curls behind her ear impatiently, she noted down the first few items on her to-do list. This would take all day, she thought with a sigh when her phone pinged with a message. 
She looked at the screen reluctantly. It was a reminder from the bank that her credit card bill was due in the next ten days. Anger burst through her veins as she tapped out a number and hit dial. The phone rang but no one answered. 
Typical, she thought, her chest rising in anger. She already had a lot to deal with. She redialled and the same thing happened. She kept it up until her ex-husband Arbaaz answered the phone lazily. 
‘Even on the phone you’re such a nag,’ he said by way of greeting. 
‘Listen, you asshole,’ she said, her voice low and furious. ‘You were supposed to pay the credit card bill by now.’
‘I couldn’t do it this month. Why don’t you pay it off this time and I’ll take care of the next?’ he asked. 
‘That’s what you said the last time,’ Meesha reminded him, her voice almost down to a growl.
‘Quit bitching. I said I’ll do it next time,’ he said and he ended the call. She sat at the kitchen table, trying to calm herself down. When Arbaaz had suggested taking out a loan on her credit card last year, to help him in his business, he had promised her that he would repay the EMIs every single month. She’d agreed reluctantly because she knew his financial history was not as solid as hers. 
But since then, he’d cheated on her with one of his college mates, divorced her, married the other woman, and moved to Bangalore, while she still languished in Dhakara, struggling to pay the bills, figuring out how to keep the business afloat. The asshole hadn’t turned to even look at poor Hammad, their seven year old son who had been heartbroken when his father had left them and gone. 
Exhausted and feeling like she could no longer take the pressure, she put her head down on the table and cried. Why, Abbu? Why did you have to do this? 
She cried for the young girl she had been, the dreams she had, the hopes she’d cherished. Everything gone because Abbu had made a life-altering decision for her. How would her life had been if she hadn’t married Arbaaz? If she had…if she had…she couldn’t bring herself to even think of his name. 
Jahangir. Jahangir Alam, her mind supplied her unnecessarily. As if she’d ever forget.


About the Author:

Andaleeb Wajid is a hybrid author, having published 24 novels of which the last six have been self-published on Amazon. Andaleeb enjoys writing in a number of different genres such as Young Adult, Romance, and Horror. Andaleeb’s horror novel House of Screams has been optioned for the screen and she has an upcoming romance novel with Penguin Random House in 2020. Her YA novel When She Went Away was shortlisted for The Hindu Young World Goodbooks Award in 2017.

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Tuesday, January 7, 2020

SAVED BY LOVE by Author Shilpa Suraj





About the Book:
They meet under impossible circumstances.

She is kidnapped by terrorists blackmailing her father, a Supreme Court Judge. He leads the team sent to rescue her.

Trekking to safety through Ladakh... They are in danger of falling in love. But, Lt. Col. Arjun Rathod knows that Naina Ahuja, engaged to politics' rising star, is not meant for him.

Forever changed by her trauma, Naina walks out of her controlling family and forges a new life.

And then, she meets Arjun again. But this time, he is engaged to someone else.

Can they save their love or is it too late?

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Read an Excerpt:

“Miss Ahuja? Naina?”

The almost soundless whisper had Naina’s eyes snapping open in the dark. A hard hand came up to cover her mouth even as a terrified squeak left her lips. A pair of dark, intense eyes in a face streaked with camouflage paint floated into her vision. “I’m here to rescue you. Your father sent me. I need you to stay completely silent when I remove my hand. Can you nod if you understand?”

Keeping her eyes on his strong, reassuring ones, Naina nodded quickly. The stranger waited to make sure she wouldn’t scream, and slowly lifted his hand from her mouth. Slipping a knife out from seemingly nowhere, he cut the rope binding both her hands and feet within seconds and levered her up from her prone position. Helping her to her feet, he watched intently to see if she was steady on her feet. Reassured that she wasn’t going to faint at his feet, Arjun moved quickly to the door and looked out. The guards were still unconscious from the light taps to the back of their heads administered by his teammates, and so far there was no sign of any other movement in the camp. Coming back into the room, he put his lips close to her ear to whisper, “Can you walk?”

Nodding mutely, Naina craned her neck to get a glimpse of his face from this angle. The stranger was so tall that he towered over her by almost a foot. Dressed all in black, with a mini arsenal strapped on to him, he looked like he’d arrived straight from hell. Apparently, the devil was her hero tonight.


About the Author:

Shilpa Suraj wears many hats - corporate drone, homemaker, mother to a fabulous toddler and author.

An avid reader with an overactive imagination, Shilpa has weaved stories in her head since she was a child. Her previous stints at Google, in an ad agency and as an entrepreneur provide colour to her present day stories, both fiction and non-fiction.




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Giveaway:

2 Winners. Signed Paperback copy of Saved by Love & Bookmarks. 
Open to Indian Residents only.

Sunday, January 5, 2020

UNUSUAL EQUATIONS by Anupriya Chowdhary


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About the Book:
Viraj is struggling to concentrate at work because he has a wife to worry about. But he is more apprehensive because he knows that she is currently parked at the apartment of his arch nemesis.

Madhuri fought with her husband last night and in her rage left the house. She knows there is one place in the world where she is always welcome. She only hopes that she is not crossing any lines.

Aman has for long given up hope. Yet he can’t help but get a kick out of the circumstances that have brought her to his place. Is this is chance finally to bring her back to him?

Lives of three people entwined by love, passion, urge and devotion. Will they survive these unusual equations? Or will it destroy their happiness forever?




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Read an Excerpt:

Anyone who had seen them together thought that Viraj was one doting husband. Madhuri didn't consider it to be a big deal.
“I left my family for him, after all.”  she felt entitled in lieu of the sacrifice she had made to be with him.
“You gotta be easy on him, Madhuri. The reason he can’t stop looking at you like a love-struck puppy even today is not just that you left your family to be with him. It’s his innate need to love and cherish you,” mentioned one of her free-lancer friends last night. Madhuri couldn't care less.
Even Aman is so loving and caring towards me.
Madhuri sat upright, jolted. Her thoughts shifted towards her relationship with Aman.
Friendship, Mads, it’s friendship with Aman.
What Madhuri shared with Aman was inexplicable. To call it a childhood friendship or companionship would be marring the beauty of it all.
Growing up in an extremely patriarchal household, where her brother was almost worshipped, Aman made her feel like she was the centre of his universe. He was the only person in her life who never wanted to change a thing about her.  He counseled her, helped her, and when she got herself into any madness, he just stood along and ensured that he was there to pick her up if she fell.
In fact, it was Madhuri’s affinity towards getting into all kinds of weird situations while dealing with people that Aman had christened her - Mads.
A much suppressed spirit as a child, Madhuri turned out to be rebellious and aloof as a teenager and a young adult. A part of the reason was also the awareness that she just had to turn and Aman would definitely be somewhere around the corner. He was always close by to help her with academics and extracurricular activities. Whenever she reported sick and missed school, Aman didn’t hesitate to go the extra mile and do double the work by copying all her class-work and assignments in her notebooks for her.
Madhuri never worried about even a dime in her life because she knew that Aman was there to root for her. Always.
Well, not always. 

About the Author:
Anupriya belongs to that generation of Idiots (the proud ones though), who did their engineering first and then decided on what they actually wanted to do. She completed her MBA in Human Resources and worked in the corporate world for 8 years, before taking a professional break. A mom by day and a reader/writer by night, Anupriya is a die-hard romantic. Yet she believes that love (in any relationship) is a part of life, not, the heart of life. And she aims to bring to the world, stories around this theme. She can be found in the dot com world at her blog www.mommytincture.com , which contains her ranting about her experiences in her various roles as a mother, daughter, wife and foremost a human being, all churned together. It is also her outlet to the world where she doles out loads of gyaan on self-improvement and relationship management.

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Monday, November 18, 2019

The Treasure Syndicate by Jatin Kuberkar


The Treasure Syndicate by Jatin Kuberkar

~ Book Tour ~

18th to 20th November




About the Book:

When Kaliyug resolved to enter Aryavatra, and encountered the lats Pandav, king a curse gave the world it's first 'Nidhi-Palak' or The Guardian of treasure Troves in the form of Lord Kuber's mortal son, Suta. In time, the Guardian bloodline scattered all over the world. Acharya Agnihotri is an astrologer. He searches for hidden treasures, to fulfill his destiny as a 'Nidhi-Palak'. Dr. Mahesh secretly finances missions for Acharya. Kumar is favored by unfathomable luck.. Jabbar is a legendary digger, and Srikanth is just a common man. United, they form the Treasure Syndicate, always a team of five; a motley mix with an uncanny balance. Bound by the elaborate framework of coincidence, destiny, and fate, the mission of the syndicate is not a cakewalk. The danger is real, and the conditions are never favorable. A hunting past awaits Acharya's team, as the Kaliyug threatens to turn the mission upside down.



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About the Author:

For the mortal world, I pretend to be a Software Engineer who works hard (or hardly?) in the hours of a day. I am the guy next door, a hard core Harry Potter fan and a movie buff. I literally ‘live’ every movie, I have strong opinions about its content and I hate it when a movie based on an interesting concept is messed up for the sake of commercial value. I enjoy watching cartoon shows (doremon, dora and Choota Bheem) with my son. I never get bored of listen to the endless chatter of my wife. When I’m not writing, I make toys for children.
But beyond the boundaries of this ‘cholesterol rich’ coil, I am a rider of rapturous thoughts. I am a thinker, a philosopher, a seeker, a story-teller, a writer, a wanderer and every other thing that a thought can be. At times some of these figments fire out of my thoughtful bowl and command me to write, muse, create, recreate, destroy…EXPRESS!
Who Am I? I have been asking this question to myself since 33 years, and I got a different answer always. Sometimes I get confused and think, am I asking the right question to seek the correct answer? or may be that am I missing the  whole fantastic universal drama around me while I am busy finding an answer to an irrelevant question?
Does the answer even matter?

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Saturday, September 14, 2019

JUSTICE GONE by Author N. Lombardi Jr


About the Book:
When a homeless war veteran is beaten to death by the police, stormy protests ensue, engulfing a small New Jersey town. Soon after, three cops are gunned down.
A multi-state manhunt is underway for a cop killer on the loose. And Dr. Tessa Thorpe, a veteran's counselor, is caught up in the chase.
Donald Darfield, an African-American Iraqi war vet, war-time buddy of the beaten man, and one of Tessa's patients, is holed up in a mountain cabin. Tessa, acting on instinct, sets off to find him, but the swarm of law enforcement officers gets there first, leading to Darfield's dramatic capture.
Now, the only people separating him from the lethal needle of state justice are Tessa and ageing blind lawyer, Nathaniel Bodine. Can they untangle the web tightening around Darfield in time, when the press and the justice system are baying for revenge?

Book Links:
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Winner of Three Awards:
2019 American Fiction Award
National Indie Excellency Award - Best Legal Thriller of 2019
Silver Medal Winner 2019 - Readers' Favorites Awards
Chosen by Wiki.ezvid.com among their list of 10 Gripping and Intelligent Legal Thrillers

Reviews for Justice Gone:
The courtroom scenes are wonderfully written...the characters are well described and the author paints a picture of each in the mind of the reader...Strong plot, strong characters and a strong writing style that I really enjoyed. This one is a definite "thumbs-up." Strongly recommend! I look forward to reading additional works by N. Lombardi, Jr.
Kim M Aalaie, Author's Den

One of my favorite suspense novels of the year. It will make you question the legal system.
The Eclectic Review

The courtroom action is excellent, trimmed to the most gripping parts of the trial, with plenty of emotional impact...a fairly realistic portrayal of the way small-town US society works...a fast-moving story with plenty of dramatic moments, and a big twist in the final pages.
Crime Review 

Read an Excerpt:


All rise!”
Everyone in the overcrowded courtroom did so, creating a muffled thunder that rose to the high ceiling. Clearly, the size of the crowd was too great for the space provided, but there was nowhere else to hold this event as the white courtroom was the largest one in Asarn County, a locality where high-profile trials rarely, if ever, took place. The judge entered and took his seat at the bench, nodded to the bailiff who then opened the door to the deliberation room to let the jury file in.
“State calls Detective Ralph Cavaluzzi, Fiske announced.
The bailiff offered the Bible upon which Cavaluzzi placed his right hand. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?”
I do.”
Under Fiske’s rehearsed questioning, what followed was a rather boring narrative of how he, Detective Cavaluzzi, and his partner, Detective Ryan, arrived at each of the three scenes, one after the other, discovered the bodies, and called in the other homicide teams. On display near the court clerk was a flipchart with large diagrams of the neighborhoods of all three victims, showing  streets  and  emphasizing  wooded  areas  where  the shots may have originated in each case. Although the evidence gathered at each of the scenes was scant, consisting only of the bulletanone  shoprinnear  forestelocale  verginon Puente’s house, both Fiske and his witness gave the impression that an abundant amount of invaluable facts had been collected. “Your witness, Fiske said to the defense table as he took his
seat.
Bodine stood and toyed with the curved handle of his cane. He knew that Cavaluzzi loathed defense lawyers, since several of his last arrests had resulted in the suspects cases being dismissed due to procedural errors he had made and that the defense had homed in on. Bodine knew this from tasking his son to investigate and submit a profile on the arresting officers. And he would exploit this vulnerability to taint Cavaluzzi’s testimony.
“Detective Cavaluzzi, did you know any of those three men that were killed?”
“Of course, were in the same force.”
“How well did you know them? I mean, how personal? Anything more than just workplace camaraderie?”
“Not sure what you mean.”
“Did you socialize with any of them, particularly Officer Fox?”
Fiske got to his feet. “Objection, irrelevant.”
Before his honor could rule, Bodine blurted out, “I’m building foundation, Your Honor.”
The judge stared at Bodine, Bodine’s sunglasses reflected back at him. “Ill allow it for the time being, but if youre going somewhere with this, better get there fast. Witness, answer the question.”
“Sometimes we would get together for a few beers.” “I see. Isn’t it true that he married your cousin?” “No.”
“No?”
“My second cousin, if you must know.” Some snickers from the spectators.
“In fact, wasn’t it you who introduced them?” Again Fiske stood up,Your Honor…”
Judge Tupelo was also becoming annoyed, “What is your point, Counselor Bodine?”
The point was to rattle the witness, what else. “Just wanted to establish that Detective Cavaluzzi may have been affected by personal feelings during his investigation.”
“I’m not supporting that line of questioning.”
“Sorry, Your Honor. Ill take a different tack. Bodine hesitated before asking the next question, perhaps a bit too long, causing Cavaluzzi to shift in his chair impatiently.
Time to jab him in a sensitive area. “Now, you testified that the Crime Scene Forensics, under your direction, analyzed all three crime scenes and gathered up evidence. You think you did a good job?”
Cavaluzzi gave out a disgusted smirk. All these scum sucking bastards are the same, he thought to himself. “It’s a painstaking procedure, but we always try to be as thorough as possible, he replied, restraining himself.
You don’t think you missed anything?” “No.”
“Did you find any fingerprints?” “No.”
“Saliva? Fibers.”
“No, these men were killed by a sniper at some distance away. Naturally we don’t expect…”
“Recover any shells?” “No.”
“Did you find any physical evidence linking Mr. Darfield to the scene?”
“There are the bullets, but Ill leave that to the ballistics expert. And we found a print that matches Mr. Darfield’s boots.”
“Explain to the court how it matches.”
Fiske rose again. Your Honor, we have our crime scene forensics expert as our next witness, who is well versed in footprint analysis.”
The judge, who had been hunching forward since the start of cross-examination, leaned back in his chair to relieve his aching spine. “Let’s wait for the State’s expert for the matter of the footprint.”
Very well, Bodine continued. “Let’s talk about the shells. Recover any?”
I just told you a few minutes ago! What, are you deaf as well as…”
Bodine stood still as a statue, while he let Cavaluzzi’s words hang in the courtroom like an airborne virus. The jury members squirmed uneasily, the spectators holding their collective breath, relishing the tension.
As well as what?”
Fiske tried to break the awkward moment. Your Honor…”
But Bodine wouldn’t let him. “No, I’m not deaf. No further questions.”

About the Author:
N. Lombardi Jr, the N for Nicholas, has spent over half his life in Africa, Asia, and the Middle East, working as a groundwater geologist. Nick can speak five languages: Swahili, Thai, Lao, Chinese, and Khmer (Cambodian).
In 1997, while visiting Lao People's Democratic Republic, he witnessed the remnants of a secret war that had been waged for nine years, among which were children wounded from leftover cluster bombs. Driven by what he saw, he worked on The Plain of Jars for the next eight years.
Nick maintains a website with content that spans most aspects of the novel: The Secret War, Laotian culture, Buddhism etc.
His second novel, Journey Towards a Falling Sun, is set in the wild frontier of northern Kenya.
His latest novel, Justice Gone was inspired by the fatal beating of a homeless man by police.
Nick now lives in Phnom Penh, Cambodia

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