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Seduced in Spain 

by

Devika Fernando


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Blurb


Sometimes all that two people need to make things right is a second chance…

 

Nine years ago, Alejandro broke Emily’s heart, but a business trip to Spain forces her to be in his company again. Old wounds are reopened and new temptations complicate things even more. When life leaves her no choice, she realizes that sometimes the heart doesn’t listen to the brain. Will Emily win the battle against her forbidden desire and Alejandro’s charm, or will history repeat itself?
Excerpt 
 
“Gracias, Alejandro. Buenas noches.”
Emily kept it short and simple, although a hundred words and sentences were waiting to burst forth and possibly ruin it all. She kept her gaze fixed on his chin because looking into his eyes would surely trigger something she shouldn’t be saying or doing. His scent was all around her, intoxicating her alongside the cava in her bloodstream. The corridor was silent, and she thought she could hear her heart pound hard and fast. Could he hear it too?
“Buenas noches,” he said, his tone so clipped it was almost rude.
He turned on his heel and strode towards the lift, and she had to grip the door handle to steady herself.
Why was she disappointed? What had she been expecting?
Just when she straightened up to walk into her room and put a lid on the Pandora’s Box that should have been kept tightly shut, Alejandro stopped. He clenched his fists, and she thought she heard a muttered curse. In a few long strides, he stood right in front of her again, and this time there was no escaping his gaze.
“Feel free to slap me,” he said, and before she could make any sense of it, his lips came crashing down on hers.
There was nothing timid or soft or tender about the kiss, as it might have been after all these years. Instead, it was as if all the pent-up need flowed into this one touch of mouth against mouth. His lips were firm and insistent against hers, his tongue demanding entrance, and with a half-moan, Emily gave in and kissed him back.

 

His taste flooded her, nut and syrup and wine. One of his strong hands clasped her neck, the other hand gripped her hip to draw her closer. Their tongues met, and Alejandro angled his head to deepen the kiss. She felt it deep inside her, soothing an ache, stirring a fire, breaking the cracks wide open. She wanted more. She knew she shouldn’t.
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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.

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Hyderabad, The CITY of PEARLS , will mesmerize you with its historic beauty.  Well known for its magnificient ruins and history Hyderabad was established in 1591 by Muhammad Quli Qutb Shah,  under the rule of the Qutb Shahi dynasty for nearly a century before the Mughals captured the region. In 1724, Mughal viceroy Asif Jah I declared his sovereignty and created his own dynasty, known as the Nizams of Hyderabad.

Official capital city of Telangana State, Hyderabad has succeeded in retaining its tradition and culture over the years be it in its food zone, traditional markets like the  Laad Bazaar, Begum Bazaar and Sultan Bazaar, that are still very favorite place of the tourists from all the corners of the world.

The ruins here hold a story of the successful bygone era and its is advisable that before you plan your next trip here don’t forget to flip the pages of history. You will have a different view of the city.

Here I am sharing few pictures that speak of the rich culture of the city.

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Laad Bazzar, the traditiona baazar near Charminar known for its bangles
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The magnificient Charminar undergoing a makeover
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Chowmahalla Palace, The Durbur
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The Nizam’s palace, Chowmahalla Palace.

 

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The official residence of the Nizams during their rule in the state, Chowmahalla Palace. This is the Durbar area.
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It reminds me of the time lapsed over the ages yet you can see the perfection intact.
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Young tourists taking a view
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The seat of the Nizam in the Durbar. The magnificient chandeliers are the same during the time of the Nizam.

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The huge varandah leading to the armoury and other rooms in the administartive area of the Nizam’s period.
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The armoury
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This is the exterior view of the Durbar block of the Nizams.
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The backside of the NIzam’s Palace. Don’t forget to read the signboard which mentions way to vintage cars. Ask the guide and they will tell you story behind each car espicially the Rolls Royce
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Golkonda Fort, the capital of the medieval sultanate of the Qutub Shahi Dynasty.
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The evening is reserved for the Light and Sound show that will tell you  the story of the dynasty, its peak and its downfall

Wow! I never thought I would be doing this. Thanks to my friend Inderpreet Uppal for sharing this awesome opportunity with me. I have always loved blogging. I find it very easy to express myself here rather than in other places. An introvert you can call me. Here I can take the flight of my imagination without anybody’s interference. So that’s blogging for me.

I am taking #AtoZChallenge for the first time and I do hope to succeed. Wish me luck!

Now is the time to reveal the theme of my #AtoZChallenge.

I decided on doing very very short stories of a 5 year old girl – GROW UP MESSY!  The theme is about her mischievous life which keep the adults, in the household, on their toes always and they just shout on top of their voice, “GROW UP MESSY”.

I would love you guys to join me in this hilarious sweet and sour journey of this cute girl who creates mess everywhere she goes and makes you adore her even more.

26 days, 26 stories, 26 times will make you laugh and cry before you fall in love with MESSY.

Happy reading!!

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Today on GUEST BLOG POST we have with us Mohan Deep, the author of COLOR ME RICH.  Besides bestselling author,he is also a renowned painter and Feng Shui Master.

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Mohan Deep

Mohan Deep is the author of ‘The Mystery and Mystique of Madhubala’ (1996), ‘It’s My Life’ (Novel) (1997), ‘Simply Scandalous: Meena Kumari’ (1998), ‘Eurekha!’ – an unauthorized biography of Rekha. (1999), ‘Four Options’ (2000), ‘Feng Shui for the Bold & Beautiful, the Rich and Famous’ (2001) and ‘Nehru and the Tantrik Woman’ (2002).After a sabbatical of a decade, during which he touched upon the lifves of people as a Feng Shui Master, he is back with The Five Foolish Virgins, a book of fiction, launched in April 2013.

Mohan Deep is arguably the only Indian author to write what is often described as controversial, unauthorized star biographies in India. Columnist-journalist and former editor of ‘Illustrated Weekly of India’, Khushwant Singh called him ‘a truly gifted gossip writer’. “The maverick writer”, like columnist-reviewer-poetess Tara Patel described him has also been called William Goldman of Bollywood’s stars (By Behram Contractor, the Editor of Afternoon Despatch & Courier) (Source) Kitty Kelly of India (By R K Bajaj, the Editor of ‘The Daily’). Interestingly, almost every book he has wrote/penned has invited controversies for its bold content.

After writing so many non fictions you chose to debut in fiction with a romance novel. Was the change planned?
Paromita, not many know that I wrote short stories (almost 200) and novels (2) in Sindhi before settling for freelance writing in English. In fact, I also wrote short stories in late seventies for periodicals like Mirror, Caravan, Woman’s Era and Femina but strayed into journalism.
I found it quite exciting.
Crime, politics and Bollywood made a heady combination for my articles.
I met and interviewed every major underworld figure and even did a telephone interview with Dawood Ibrahim!
Also every A list film star and a lot of politicians.
I always felt that their interviews and profiles only scratched the surface. Only a book could do justice to these larger than life characters.
Color Me Rich‘ is not my first novel. I first wrote ‘Its My Life‘ which was quite a success.
But ‘Madhubala‘ overshadowed it. Seeing the response to ‘Madhubala’, I also wrote ‘Simply Scandalous: Meena Kumari‘. And then the mother of all biographies – ‘Eurekha!‘. I wrote these books when Bollywood biographies were unheard of.
These three were best sellers.
My comeback novel is ‘The Five Foolish Virgins‘.
It is a story of three generations that starts in Karachi of mid-forties and climaxes into Mumbai of 2013.  I consider this to be my best.
But somehow my latest novel ‘Color Me Rich’ has caught the imagination of the readers.
Writing fiction is like coming home for me; but with a difference. Now, I know what I am writing about. My fiction has become more authentic, my characters have become more real.
Yes, in a way at a subconscious level this was planned. I was always writing it in my head, while driving, under a shower…
But like John Lennon said, “Life is what happens to you when you’re making other plans”, I fell ill when the book was out. It didn’t get the attention it deserved.
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Blurb

A sensitive love story of a handsome and talented struggling painter Akash Saigal. What happens when he marries an extremely rich and beautiful artist and art investor Zenobia Taraporevala?
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 The following short story was published in Youth e-magazine Salisonline.com under STORY SLAM. You can read it and share your comments in the magazine website. Thanks.
She sat in the corridor lobby. Nervous, anxious and tired. The clock on the wall above did nothing to ease her. It was just five minutes past that she had taken her seat in the lobby yet it seemed like ages. The years back flashed past her eyes like a rewinding tape. The scenario was more or less the same. Only difference was this time the OPD registration form had her name on the patient list. It was not that she had not anticipated it but it would happen so soon was something she had never dream of.
Just few weeks back she had celebrated her fortieth birthday. Her life was promising as ever. Her career graph was escalating and her promotion was round the corner. The coming New Year meant a new beginning for her. First as the unit head of her own branch in the uptown and second her three bedroom duplex bungalow in the sub urban, that was anxiously waiting for the arrival of its new owner. Seriously life wasn’t easy for her but she had paved her way smoothly to where she stood today, a winner.
But her life had come to a standstill when her biggest fears came alive. While taking shower she noticed a swelling in her left armpit. It didn’t look that bad but it had her bells ringing. She had come across such situations earlier too. Years back Mom had a small lump in her breast which was diagnosed as cancer. Although mom was operated and the tumor was removed yet she could not survive the treatment. Years later Dad was diagnosed with a tumor in the larynx. Luckily he survived the treatment yet the after effects were too much for the old man. He was not the same man anymore and in few years his condition deteriorated and he was bed ridden. And finally after a dreadful year he breathed his last.
Since then she had lived with the fear of getting diagnosed with the disease some day. It had been several years since. She was a doting mother and a loving wife now yet the fear remained within her. And that day in the bathroom her worst dream came true and her world turned upside down. Life had come to a standstill. She didn’t know how to react. Should she cry or should she be strong enough to face it. Cry? No! For she had long since known something like this would happen to her so, she had to be strong. But wasn’t it too early than she had anticipated it to happen? She was just forty for God’s Sake. Her child, her family, her dreams. She was too young for it. Her soul screamed yet no one heard.
She disclosed her little secret to her husband after two days. Probably it had taken her ounce of strength to share it with him. His reaction was not unknown to her. He was one of those men who were more dependent on their wife for emotional support and strength. Over the years she was well aware of his outburst on slightest provocation and here we were discussing the dreaded “C”.  But he left her surprised.
It seemed like he was more prepared for it than her. Without wasting a minute he had listed out the things to do. As if he had been planning it for years and now the time had arrived to put his preparation to test. She could not stop her tears as they rolled down her eyes. He hugged her and let her wet his tee. He had proved her wrong and stood like a rock to sail her through the storm. Could her stars be luckier, she thought.
Her appointment with her gynecologist was pathetic. The lady seemed to know only about how to deliver babies and anything more was like something out of syllabus for her. God they make these kinds of Doctors now a day. No doubt there is a nursing home mushrooming at every corner of the neighborhood and the doctors no better than salesman pitching their caliber to the walk-in patients for generating revenue. A sign of doubt on the patient’s face will fetch a list of tie-up diagnostic centers from the doctor’s side with a clean mention, ”They are the best for the purpose.”
She had been too experienced for these kind of pitches and was disgusted to have wasted her precious time there. But her problem was not solved and she needed confirmation on her status immediately. That night was the longest night for both of them. There were so many things that they had dreamt of doing together and life had cut short their time. Both of them decided to make note of things that needed immediate care.
First was to get a home help who could take charge of the household work and look after the children in their absence. Someone reliable from the family would be a better choice as saving money was more important now. Secondly, once the treatment starts both will be busy for months and at that time they need good inflow of cash. So far they were both bringing in money at the end of the month that enabled them a decent lifestyle. But now the case is different. She wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to go back to work any time soon and how long could her husband afford leave. Suddenly, the entire balance of life had gone aghast.
Sleep was inevitable for both of them as they lay in bed at night thinking of the hard days ahead. The mere thought of the word “C” had tumbled their entire life. It was a big question where would she take the treatment. With today’s interaction with the gynecologist she hardly thought about her treatment in the city. That means the treatment would also include outstation charges. Also the question was how capable she would be after the treatment. She had seen the survivors and she knew she cannot compare herself with Manisha Koirala or Liza Ray. Coming from a middle class family she had her limitations. So the question was who to fall upon. There was nobody in the family and friends who could be called upon. Just them. Alone, helpless and confused.
The very next day she showed some courage and landed up in the cancer ward of the hospital thinking “If this is where I have to come later so be it NOW.” Very bravely she spoke with the doctor who keenly observed her case history. So far all her reports were normal but that were couple of months prior to her findings. So fresh test was necessary that would confirm her current status. The doctor examined her and advised for some tests. She went through the tests and waited her report outside the lobby in the corridor.
Waiting in the lobby outside the report room was hardest part of her life. She sat her legs crossed, arms across her breast and head down, raising it now and shooting a peek at the clock above. Tic- tock tic-tock the clock went and so did her heart beat. With every second her emotions was scaling a new thought.
YES or NO
YES or NO
YES or NO
She remembered the look of her radiologist while undergoing her test.
No! The lady didn’t indicate anything alarming. On the contrary her expressions were too flat. Maybe they are trained for that kind of expression.” She thought aloud.
Her thought wandered few months back. Maybe her body had given some indication that all was not well. Her frequent sore throat, her lower abdominal pain, her back ache.
Was her body trying to tell her something? Why didn’t she listen or rather didn’t take it seriously at all? Was she really sick all these months? But she didn’t have any symptoms that she had Google searched for. But how can she be so sure? She already has a family history. Wasn’t it enough to keep her alert? She shouldn’t have taken everything so easy. Life doesn’t give a second chance. At least she could not bet on that.
She sped a long look at the lady in the report room. The lady was busy assembling reports and announcing name of the patients. Finally the lady called her name and she got up to collect her report. Her heart pounding as if it would come out. Her fingers stopped working as she took the envelope in her hand. She had no strength left anymore. For three days she had put up a brave fight but not anymore. With trembling hands she handed the envelope to her husband and he quickly flipped through the pages.
He hugged her and whispered, “You have just kissed the death! You come clear.“
She hugged him tight and a tear dropped down her eye.
               The End

Today on GUEST BLOG POST we have with us the authors of LOVE AGAIN, Sumeetha Manikandan and Shrruti Patole Clarence.

LOVE AGAIN is a double header book bringing you two stories about chancing love again –These Lines of Mehendi by Sumeetha Manikandan and A Tulip in the Desert by Shrruti Patole Clarence.

Sumeetha Manikandan talks about her story ,These Lines of Mehendi, in the book. 

Was the story of the book inspired by real life incident or is it a fiction?

These Lines of Mehendi, the first novella in Love, Again was inspired by a real life incident. While I was toying with the plot of the novel, I spoke to many beauticians to know more about their life.

The basic premise of my story was of a woman who ran a beauty parlor living alone away from her estranged husband. She was a successful businesswoman and a talented beautician, who was much in demand. When her husband dies, she finds herself in a quandary. Her clients didn’t want a widow near the bride because she was inauspicious. Though I liked the plot that I came up with, I had a suspicion that this might be an out-dated concept in today’s world but sadly I was wrong.

During the course of my research, I stumbled upon a widowed beautician, who found it difficult to take on bridal orders after she became a widow. She vividly narrated to me how she had to go to a wedding mandap for bridal make up, three months after her husband passed away. While she did the bridal makeup there were many who questioned about her lack of mangal sutra and bindi that are the hallmarks of a married woman. She lied to them out of necessity because she had two young kids to support. At the end of this narrative she broke down and told me that since then, she had to maintain a façade with her clients that she was a married woman. As a tribute to this strong woman, I named my protagonist after her.

One of the many things that I hoped to highlight through this novella was the hypocrisy that we live by, even in today’s times –

A ‘married woman’ is an auspicious creature as far as weddings are concerned. It doesn’t matter if her husband is greedy, selfish, foolish, retarded or if she herself was abused, beaten and miserable. So long as she had a husband living, no one can question her, about touching the bridal articles. No one will accuse her of transferring her own miserable luck to the bride.

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Shrruti Patole Clarence talks about her story , A Tulip in the Desert , in the book. 

Was the story of the book inspired by real life incident or is it a fiction?

My Story, A Tulip in the Dessert, is a mix bag! Since it is a Historical fiction, the era and the character names are real and the story of Queen Cleopatra and Marc Antony is true (based on research).

However, though the protagonist name and character is based on the real life Cleopatra’s maid and assistant, Charmion; her part of the story is totally a result of my imagination!

Apart from her name, and the fact that Charmion was present during the last minutes of Cleopatra; nothing more has been noted about the maid. This made for a perfect historical fiction!

Confused? Do read the story to find out more!!!!

 

LOVE, AGAIN 
BY 
SUMEETHA MANIKANDAN & 
SHRRUTI PATOLE CLARENCE
 
Blurb 
Life is tough, and it becomes tougher when you need to make life changing decisions. Would you dare to love again? Would you allow yourself to be loved and to be cherished again? Many of us turn away from life, thinking that it is not for them but some take a leap of faith rewrite their story for the sake of love?
Love, Again is a double header book bringing you two stories about chancing love again -These Lines of Mehendi by Sumeetha Manikandan and A Tulip in the Desert by Shrruti Patole Clarence.
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Meet the Authors 


Sumeetha Manikandan 
 
Sumeetha Manikandan is a freelance writer and an author who loves to write and base her plots on the tambrahm community of Mylapore, Chennai. She is the author of ‘The Perfect Groom’ that has been a bestselling ebook on the top 50 charts of Amazon India ever since publication.
An avid reader, she loves to read across different genres – romance, historical fiction, non-fiction, mystery, fantasy etc. A history buff to the core,
she is currently translating Ponniyin Selvan – the evergreen tamil classic epic history by Kalki Krishnamurthy into English.
Married to film maker K.S. Manikandan, Sumeetha lives in Chennai, along with her six year old daughter. 

             
Shrruti Patole Clarence
 

Shrruti has been a voracious reader since early years and took to composing poems when she was very young.

An Aviation Manager and 10years with various airlines, she has been on a sabbatical for her two son’s aged six years and 1 year respectively.

She enjoys this welcome break from career, to be able to pursue her passion, writing!

She has to her credit 6 short stories featuring in different Anthologies all published this year, one of which will soon be seen as a short movie.

And Love, Again a double header romance Novel publish date 25th May 2015, with her story A Tulip in the Desert will soon be seen on the stands!

Her lyrics feature in the theme song of group Young Indians – an off shoot of CII (Confederation of Indian Industries).

Her poems feature in Zest of Inklings and a Hindi poem in an e-book – Ehsaas, judged by eminent Urdu and Hindi screenwriter, dialogue writer and playwright – Javed Siddiqui.
Shrruti is a warm and friendly person who loves music and watching sports when she is not writing.

      
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