Friday, June 14, 2019

Book Blitz: MAN FRIDAY by Sundari Venkatraman

Print Length: 161 pages
Publisher: Flaming Sun (Indie published) 
Publication Date: May 24, 2019
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English
Available on Kindle Unlimited
Genre: Romance

Rituraj realises he’s in love with the Gaekwad princess, Sitara Devi. The timing is slightly wrong though. Just ten minutes ago Sitara Devi married Harishchandra Gajanan. All of seventeen and nursing a badly bruised heart, Rituraj takes up boxing, hoping to build his strength and heal his wounded soul.

When destiny gives them a second chance, hope springs in his heart.

Rituraj grabs the opportunity of becoming Sitara’s bodyguard-cum-assistant. He’s the only man in her life but he’s just her Man Friday. Since his father was merely an employee of Sitara’s father, will he even be considered as a prospective life partner for the Gaekwad princess? 

Sitara, and Rituraj are crazily attracted to each other, yet they are unable to move forward. So where is the hitch? Why the fear in taking the relationship to the next level?

Class Barriers! Debauchery! Sexual Perversion!

It looks like ‘Ne’er the twain shall meet’. 

Read the book to find out if Sitara eventually gets together with her Man Friday.  

It would be great if you can add this book to your TBR

Sundari Venkatraman is an indie author who has 43 titles (39 books & 4 collections) to her name, all Top 100 Bestsellers on Amazon India, Amazon USA, Amazon UK, Amazon Canada and Amazon Australia in both romance as well as Asian Drama categories. Her latest hot romances have all been on #1 Bestseller slot in Amazon India for over a month.

Even as a kid, Sundari absolutely loved the ‘lived happily ever after’ syndrome as she grew up reading all the fairy tales she could lay her hands on, Phantom comics, Mandrake comics and the like. It was always about good triumphing over evil and a happy end. 

Soon, into her teens, Sundari switched her attention from fairy tales to Mills & Boon. While she loved reading both of these, she kept visualising what would have happened if there were similar situations happening in India; to a local hero and heroine. Her imagination took flight and she always lived in a rosy cocoon of romance over the years. 

Then came the writing – a true bolt out of the blue! And Sundari Venkatraman has never looked back.

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Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Blog Tour: SHIVA STONE: Hampi's Hidden Treasure by Ajinkya Bhoite

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Shiva Stone: Hampi's Hidden Treasure


Mithila is a senior archeologist on the Hampi site along with two other UNESCO scientists. They decide to open some secret vaults in the underground Shiva temple. Treasures and artifacts from the 18th century make the headlines but the Shiva Stone was kept a closely guarded secret. 

When a RAW officer hires Mithila on a secret mission to safely transport an ISRO professor and the Shiva Stone to Bangalore, she knows something is up.

Why is the stone called the Shiva Stone? Why are archeologists, UNESCO, ISRO, and RAW interested in a discovery at Hampi? Why is Mithila working for RAW? Is she the only agent on the mission? 

Shiva Stone will take you on a thrilling adventure through the historical site of Hampi. Buy it now!

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I am an Electronics and Telecommunication Engineer with an inclination towards reading and writing. Besides, being Engineer, I enjoy running. 

My first novel is Shiva Stone which is self-published on Kindle.

I was born in a small town called Wai, near Panchgani, Maharashtra. Moved to Satara for High School. 

Under-graduation from Pune University and Masters from California State University, Long Beach.

Currently, working as a Cloud Support Engineer for Amazon Web Services.

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Friday, May 10, 2019

Blog Tour: HER PRINCE CHARMING by Sundari Venkatraman

(Prequel to The Malhotra Bride)
Sundari Venkatraman


It’s instantaneous attraction when Tanuja Bhatia from Delhi meets Raj Malhotra from Bombay at the Bombay Central Station.

The mutual attraction soon blossoms into love over the next couple of meetings. 

Tanuja and her simple father fail to see the crisis brewing in their own home. Her not-so-nice stepmother Gurinder is totally against the idea of Tanuja meeting her Prince Charming which would make her step-sister Harpreet seriously envious. By the way, Harpreet’s main aim in life is to simply make her half-sister miserable. 

While Raj’s parents and Tanuja’s father try to arrange a marriage between the two with a help of a mutual friend, the evil stepmother comes up with a plan of her own—to marry her stepdaughter off to Sonu, a good-for-nothing idiot. 

Can Her Prince Charming lift Tanuja out of this life of drudgery and boredom and give her the happiness she deserves?

*A prequel to THE MALHOTRA BRIDE, this book is also available in paperback in India.

Read an Excerpt:
Tanuja stood at the entrance to the bogie, guarding the luggage as the train slowed down to enter Bombay Central Station, excitement in her heart as her eyes devoured the sights. It had been a long time since the Bhatia family had gone on a holiday, all together. It had always been her stepmother and her half-sisters who went on bi-annual trips, leaving Tanuja and her father at home. But, of course, both of them appreciated the peaceful times while the other three were gone. In fact, Tanuja considered those interludes the best holidays ever.
Just before the train stopped, she caught sight of a tall man in pristine white trousers and half-shirt, holding a placard which read, ‘Talveer Bhatia’. Her charcoal black eyes went wide when they met the dark brown of the man’s bold gaze, a soft blush tainting her cheeks before she turned away to address her father who was standing behind the three suitcases. “Papa, the car driver’s here, I think. See that man over there,” she pointed a slim index finger in the direction of the man as her father craned his neck to look out, “he’s holding a cardboard placard with your name on it.”
Talveer nodded his head at his eldest daughter, a soft smile on his tired face. “Let’s get the luggage out,” he said, watching Tanuja get off on to the platform. The father-daughter duo shook their heads at the porters who offered to take their luggage as Talveer handed the suitcases one-by-one to Tanuja.
“Have you got all the suitcases out?” asked Gurinder in her usual harsh voice, a frown on her face as she glared at her step-daughter and husband.
“Yes, aunty,” said Tanuja, taking the large bag that Gurinder was holding in her hands, before helping her out of the train.
Harpreet and Jaspreet giggled as they watched their plump mother struggle to step down onto the platform, not bothering to help her. They each held a tote bag carrying their make-up articles and other fancy stuff which they naively believed were absolute necessities in Bombay.
Talveer lifted his head to see Raj Malhotra walking in their direction with the placard, waving to him. “I’m Talveer Bhatia. Are you the driver who has come to pick us up from Malhotra Cabs?”
“Yes sir. My name is Raj,” said Raj, shaking Talveer’s hand, forgetting that drivers may be considered too menial to shake hands with customers who hired cars from their company, his gaze taking in the family of five even as it lingered for a few seconds longer on Tanuja’s beautiful face.
Gurinder glared at him. “You are the driver who will be driving us to Mahabaleshwar?”
Haanji ma’am.”
Apni aukat mein raho. What’s with the shaking hands? Can’t you do a namasteKyunji,” as she frowningly glanced at her husband, “can’t you tell the man that instead of shaking his hand?”
Tanuja felt highly embarrassed by Gurinder’s harsh words. What was wrong if the man had shaken her father’s hand? Why did her stepmother have to shout for such a trivial thing?
Before her father could open his mouth, the driver said, “I’m sorry, ma’am. Please forgive me. It won’t happen again.” 
Gurinder looked the man up and down before ordering, “Chalo, take all the suitcases and let’s go to the waiting room.”
Without asking a question, Raj lifted two heavy suitcases in both his hands before turning in the direction of the first-class waiting room. Tanuja bent down to take the third one, giving him a shy nod, a small smile touching her lips. Her mouth had the appearance of a rosebud to the man who walked ahead of her.
It took the Bhatia family about an hour to get ready. Raj waited patiently as he read the day’s newspaper before Talveer walked out from the men’s waiting room. Tanuja was the first to get ready and she also walked out to the platform on seeing her father. She couldn’t help being fascinated by the handsome driver as she studied him from the corner of her eyes from time to time, not saying anything while she watched her father chat with him.
“I am also from Delhi, Talveerji,” said Raj, answering the other man when asked.
Talveer smiled widely. “I did wonder about the accent,” he said, patting the younger man on his shoulder.
They chatted some more about their hometown but mainly in Hindi. “If you are educated, how come you are working as a driver?” There was curiosity in Talveer’s dark gaze as he looked up at the driver who towered over him by many inches.
Raj was careful enough to speak English exactly the way his drivers spoke. Shrugging, he said, “I am setting up my own business.” Okay, it was a slight variation from the truth as his garment factory was already set up and running smoothly. But he couldn’t very well tell the client that. “In the meanwhile, this is a good way to make money, without having to work under someone.” It was with difficulty that he managed to keep his gaze on Talveer Bhatia and not let it stray to the young woman who, he presumed, must be the man’s daughter. She was simply too beautiful for words.
Talveer nodded his head vigorously, thoroughly approving of the other man’s sentiments. “So what business are you setting up?”
“Manufacturing of garments, Talveerji.” No, he had no plans to tell them the magnitude of his business, that he had invested almost ten lakh rupees and only twenty percent of the total had been raised through a bank loan. The rest was entirely from his own savings. Raj had slogged from the day he arrived in Bombay five years ago. He had refused to use his father’s money and had earned his own money starting from scratch. He had led a comfortable life but it wasn’t half as luxurious as the one he was used to at his home in Delhi. He had converted all the leftover money to gold. When he began purchasing gold in 1971, six months after he moved to Bombay, the price for ten grams had been less than Rs. 200. Over the last five years, the price had risen dramatically to Rs. 540. He had also persuaded his father to buy small bungalows in Mahabaleshwar and Matheran.
So, at the age of twenty-six, where a lot of young boys are still whiling away their time, Raj had set up his very own garment unit. And there was also the flat that he had purchased in Matunga, where he lived now.
Talveer nodded, even as his eyes kept turning towards the women’s waiting room, wondering about his wife and daughters. He looked at his eldest born and said, “Tanu, why don’t you go and find out if everyone is ready?”
Theek hai, Papa,” said Tanuja in a soft voice before walking towards the waiting room, her steps dragging. As if the three of them would care.
“Madam, it would be nice if you could tell them that we have to travel for eight hours before reaching our destination.” Raj called out to Tanuja’s retreating back.
She stopped in her tracks, wondering if she had heard right. Had he called her ‘madam’? She turned around with a smile, her cheeks dimpling when her gaze caught his dark one, a dark wing-shaped eyebrow raised in query. “Were you talking to me?”
Ji! It will take us eight hours to reach Mahabaleshwar,” said Raj, looking into her black gaze and rapidly found himself drowning in them, unable to stop the answering smile on his face.
Why was he addressing her as if she was fifty years old? Tanuja realised that she didn’t like it at all. But then, she didn’t want to say anything in front of her father. She nodded her head before turning away from him to continue towards the waiting room door.
After ensuring her father’s gaze was turned away from him, Raj looked at her retreating figure encased in a salwar kameez which faithfully hugged her slender body. She could have passed off for an apsara from heaven, he thought. 

Author Interview

TBC: What made you decide to write the story of the previous generation?

Sundari Venkatraman: As you must have noticed, I enjoy writing series and books that interconnect characters. Over the past couple of years, I have been toying with the idea of writing historical romances. Actually, I wrote a bit about the 1940s in my book called Rose Garden International. It was then that the idea came into my mind: Why not write a story about Akshay Malhotra’s (the hero of my first book The Malhotra Bride) parents, Raj and Tanuja Malhotra, who are so obviously in love with each other? I also found the idea exciting because I was personally young in the 70s, (in school, actually) all dreamy and dewy-eyed about romances. Hence, setting a story in that time was so much fun. And that’s how Her Prince Charming was born. 

TBC: What difficulties do you face when you write a series?

Sundari Venkatraman: Oh yes! While I love writing series, there are some difficulties that I do face. To begin with, I try to create a vague plot for the second or third book in the series. Believe me, the plot is vague because I don’t know how to plan my story too much in advance as I flow along with my mind while writing, go wherever the characters take me. After that, I go back and read the first book from beginning till end. I also have a list of the basic features of each character listed on an excel sheet under the book title. Each time, it’s extremely important to make the connection seamless.

Let me share an example from Her Prince Charming. I had planned this as a love match between Raj and Tanuja. When I read The Malhotra Bride, I came across this dialogue between Raj and Akshay, when the former tells his son that his marriage to Tanuja was arranged. I had a minor dilemma in my hands. I didn’t want to let go of the idea of it being a love marriage. But then again, I couldn’t let my first book become a lie. So, I decided to create a love-cum-arranged marriage for the protags of Her Prince Charming

Hence, the main thing is to ensure that the connection between the stories is smooth. For that, I need to keep an eagle eye out while creating a sequel or prequel as in this case. It’s easier if I write the whole series in one shot, one after the other. Imagine writing Her Prince Charming nineteen years after I wrote The Malhotra Bride! It was a challenge, definitely. Though, I think I’ve done a good job in tying up the loose ends. 

TBC: Your cover is beautiful; has an old-world charm. Please tell our readers how important is the design of a cover.

Sundari Venkatraman: Thank you so much. A lot of people have appreciated the cover, especially for this novel set in the 1970s. As for the importance of having a great cover, well, we have millions of books out there, especially on a website such as Amazon. How will a reader zero in on one particular book? What will make the reader click on that particular link? I strongly believe it’s the cover. Once the cover catches their attention, they will want to check the blurb and then the sample chapter. But to get to that point, there is a need for a great cover that will grab a reader’s attention. And that’s the reason I pay a lot of attention to this particular part of my books. 

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About the author

Sundari Venkatraman is an indie author who has 42 titles (38 books and 4 collections) to her name, all Top 100 Bestsellers on Amazon India, Amazon USA, Amazon UK, Amazon Canada and Amazon Australia in both romance as well as Asian Drama categories. Her latest hot romances have all been on #1 Bestseller slot in Amazon India for over a month.

Even as a kid, Sundari absolutely loved the ‘lived happily ever after’ syndrome as she grew up reading all the fairy tales she could lay her hands on, Phantom comics, Mandrake comics and the like. It was always about good triumphing over evil and a happy end. 

Soon, into her teens, Sundari switched her attention from fairy tales to Mills & Boon. While she loved reading both of these, she kept visualising what would have happened if there were similar situations happening in India; to a local hero and heroine. Her imagination took flight and she always lived in a rosy cocoon of romance over the years. 

Then came the writing – a true bolt out of the blue! And Sundari Venkatraman has never looked back.

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Monday, April 22, 2019

Blog Tour: BEYOND SCARS by Alka Dimri Saklani

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Beyond Scars 
Alka Dimri Saklani


Hi, I am Avinash, but this is not my story. This is the story of Avni, my sister. I know the smell of cement and bricks still pulls her to the incident seven years ago where she made a daring yet ruthless decision. I know she is drifting away. I know she has begun to find comfort in Vivaan. But I don’t know if I like it. 

Hi, I am Avni, but this is not my story. This is the story of Vivaan, the stunning, vivacious painter. There is something sad about the paintings he has locked away from the world in his storeroom. But he never talks about it. But then there are a lot of things he doesn’t talks about, like how deeply he loves me. 

And what about Dev and Kangana? Isn’t this their story too? It wouldn’t have been if only we did one single thing differently on that ill-fated night, the night that changed the course of our destiny. And hey, I am Vivaan. 

And what about me? Why does nobody talk about me? Or talk to me? Because I am a little girl or because…Well, this is my story too. You will ask who I am? The answer lies somewhere in the pages of BEYOND SCARS.

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"Alka Dimri Saklani writes contemporary fiction. Her books are labeled as ‘intense’ by most of her readers. Her debut novel ""45 Days in a Cancer Hospital"" was longlisted for Crossword Books Award 2013. Writing is her first love, the love that seized her when she was just 8.

She holds MBA degree in HR and worked with a leading MNC before turning to a full-time writer.

Born and brought up in Vadodara, a city in Gujarat, her roots hail from “Dev Bhumi” Uttarakhand. Apart from writing, she loves music, reading, traveling, and spending time with her two naughty kids."

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Friday, April 19, 2019

A2Z April Challenge 2019: Q for QUIRKY SAMRAT

Samrat is a private detective who walks in and out of some of my books and Quirky is a description that fits him well.

I was extremely impressed by a detective I read about in one of Agatha Christie’s books (no, I am not talking about Poirot) and that character kind of got imprinted in my brain. 

Samrat is not the Quirky detective's real name. Read on to know all about it. 

A glimpse into the Quirky Samrat…

In the meanwhile, they contacted Samrat, the private detective highly recommended by the twins’ friend. Ram thought that a name like Samrat sounded fraudulent, but Bharat’s friend had insisted that the man was a genius. 

Both the brothers were rather skeptical when Samrat agreed to meet them immediately. From what they knew about the man, he worked on his own and sometimes hired a couple of guys as freelancers. How could he be free the moment they contacted him? Not left with much of a choice, they invited the detective over to their hotel at 7 pm. 

Samrat arrived a few minutes before time and the receptionist called their room at five minutes to seven to announce his arrival. Lakshman looked at Ram askance before requesting the receptionist to send their guest up. 

The man who entered their room appeared nothing like a sleuth. Their idea of one was that he would be tall and muscular, strong and fit enough to combat bad guys. But this man standing in front of them was thin and nondescript. Would he be suited for the kind of work they had in mind for him? ‘Well, procrastinating will get us nowhere,’ decided Ram before offering their guest a seat. Well manners prompted Lakshman to provide Samrat with a glass of water before they spoke to him.

After the introductions, Ram said, “Actually Mr. Samrat, this case might be a bit complicated as it’s being opened after fourteen years. By the way, is Samrat your first name or last?” he asked, not able to control himself.

“It’s neither, Mr. Maheshwari. The name my parents gave me is Rajesh and my surname is Khanna. Can you imagine anyone taking me seriously if I announce myself as Rajesh Khanna? The first couple of ventures that I tried to pick up fell apart just because of this. That’s when I coined this name for myself. Samrat seems to work well with everyone.” The visitor’s face was serious once again.

I introduced Samrat in The Runaway Bridegroom. Later, he insisted on walking into An Autograph for Anjali, Simha International, and then again in Tied in Knots. 

Quirky Samrat is good with lists and is meticulous when he sets out to check facts. While people are amazed that he’s ready to follow up on the predictions of an astrologer, he has no qualms about it. The fact is that there’s not much else to work on in that particular case when Samrat sets out to search for The Runaway Bridegroom, Veerendra Singh Choudhary. 

Quirky Samrat is the one who traces Jayant’s murderer in An Autograph for Anjali. He understands people, he knows how to press the right button to get the answers he needs.

Quirky Samrat helps Rohit of Simha International, not once, but twice in the book. I think I will leave it to you to read the book to find out more.

Quirky Samrat assists Rajvardhan Thakore of Tied in Knots to put a case together against Raja Harischandra Gajanan. 

I am sure Samrat is going to be a part of many more of my books in the future. 

Thursday, April 18, 2019

A2Z April Challenge 2019: P for Mr. PERFECT

What do I mean by Mr. Perfect?

Dictionary meaning of Perfect: having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.

“As good as it’s possible to be” is what I mean when I call Aarav Chopra Mr. Perfect. Aarav has been in love with Saloni since she was seventeen. Son of her grandfather’s car driver, he believes she’s unreachable. But seeing how good he is at his studies, the said grandfather sponsors his higher education in the USA.

After doing exceedingly well in the USA, Aarav returns home, hoping to make Saloni his girlfriend. Only to be shocked when he finds out that she’s engaged to be married. 

Heartbroken, Aarav returns to America and works really hard before setting up the Chopra chain of businesses back in Delhi.

When Saloni runs away from her husband, along with her baby son, Mitesh, Aarav is waiting to catch her back. He’s careful enough not to step into her space as that’s what Saloni needs right now.

It doesn’t really matter to Aarav if Saloni wants to marry him or not. All he offers is his support and anything else she wants/needs. He’s there for her, always.

And that’s why Aarav Chopra deserves to be called Mr. Perfect.

After the terrible experience she’s had with her marriage to Dr. Manish Chawla in Chicago, will Saloni allow another man to become her life partner? You will have to read my romance novel Mr. Perfect to find out.

A sneak peek into Mr. Perfect…

It was barely 6.30 in the morning. Aarav jogged more than usual the morning after Ruma’s wedding, sweat pouring down his face as he pounded his way around the jogging track in the building complex he lived in at Gurgaon, his mind working furiously. Going to the Malhotra residence had been the first mistake. Connecting with Saloni’s infant son had been the second one. Falling all over in love again with...

Aarav stopped suddenly, bending down as his breath came out in gasps, his hands pressed to his knees. He never got breathless while jogging, like never. Damn it all the hell! He had believed that he was home safe after pushing the thoughts of Saloni deep within the recesses of his mind. It had taken but one eye contact to rekindle the raw feelings that he still nurtured for her. His mother had stopped asking him to get married once he made it clear that he didn’t want to take the responsibility of making another woman unhappy as he couldn’t love anyone after Saloni.

Saloni! Aarav straightened up, a small smile on his face as he wiped his face and neck with a hand towel and drank deeply from the bottle of water that he had placed on a bench on the side of the track.


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