24 September, 2016

#Interview with Kiran Chandra, #Author of The Corridor of Undertainty

About the Author:


Kiran Chandra is a Bangalore based author, an alumnus of two of the best institutions in town Christ & St. Joseph’s. He works in the financial services industry after completing his masters in finance. He lives in Bangalore with his wife & two children. The field of creative arts has always been his passion having been part of plays presented by multiple theater groups. The corridor of uncertainty is his first book.




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Interview with the Author:

When did you first realize that you wanted to be a writer/ a storyteller?
As a kid I regularly wrote stories to Tinkle. I was successful to be published on one occasion though. That writing experience, the reading habits built dreams in me of being an author. I was active in dramatics & plays in college which helped me build knowledge & experience in creative arts.

What inspires you to write?
‘Pen is mightier than the sword’ is a quote that has inspired me to be a writer. There have been historical movements in the past that have been achieved through writings. Literary movements were created in the past by Basavanna, Akka Mahadevi, Kabir. I envision creating a similar contemporary movement in writing as today’s writing is less storyline, moral & more sensual.

How did you come up with the idea for your current story?
I wanted to write sports fiction that would bring out the importance of sportsmanship & fair play. Many sports do not inculcate this in their coaching manuals. I have drawn parallels to cricket (considered to be a religion by itself) & the preaching in different religions, sportsmanship & righteousness.
The protagonist Karna draws his inspiration from his namesake from the epic Mahabharatha He also learns from the mistakes Karna commits in the Epic Mythology. The rest of the story evolved as I wrote.

Are there some stories tucked away in some drawer that was written before and never saw the light of the day?
There are a couple of them I began to write & will continue as my next project. One is a Fiction on Romance & another is a Crime Thriller.

Tell us about your writing process.
The story is set in the 90s of Bangalore and revolves around the time when the whole nation was ripped apart due to communal clashes. How cricket as a religion fights all the odds against the true systems of faith & evolves victorious is the theme of the novel. I had to research about the city in the 90s, how Bangalore was affected during the nationwide strike, various epics, mythology & scriptures. Having played cricket all my life the research on the game was easier.

What is your favorite scene in the book? Why?
My favorite scene in the book is the final over of the game between Lalnagar & Shanthinagar. That is the turning point of the story in the context of ‘The corridor of uncertainty’, a term very famous in cricket but common in our day-to-day lives.

Did any of your characters inherit some of your own quirks?
Yes! I will keep the readers inquisitive and find out when they read :)

Do you read? Who are your favourite authors and how have they influenced your writing style?
I used be an avid reader until I joined college, after which life took a different turn. I have begun to pick up books now in the last 3-4 years. Paulo Coelho is my favorite. The Alchemist has had a great influence on my inspiration to write.

What would be the Dream Cast for you book if it was to be turned into a movie?
I would cast Salman Khan (Sherkhan the cop) & Aamir Khan (Nawab Khan the mentor) in pivotal roles of the story although they would not be the lead roles as the protagonists are young adults.

If you were to be stranded on the famous deserted island, what three things would you carry?
Tools to build a hut & catch fish, a mini library of books & a few bottles of wine.

How do you spend your free time? Do you have a favorite place to go and unwind?
There is no specific place that I unwind. I like to travel to different places, understand different cultures and cover every nook & corner of the world. I unwind playing cricket, football and a few indoor games with my children.

Is there anything else you’d like to share with your readers?
The corridor of uncertainty is not just about Cricket. It’s a sports inspirational fiction with sports, love & drama all in one. So readers who are thinking if they should pick up the book check the reviews on Amazon.

About the Book:


A story set in the 90s of Bangalore about a bunch of boys growing up on a sport & religion called 'Cricket'. Karna's love and passion for Divya is as much as for the game. Karna & his friends, worshipers of the game, go through a pious and adventurous journey of conflict.They are guided by the principles of righteousness, sportsmanship, ethics and fair play by Mr. Iyer & most importantly the confidence instilled by their mentor Nawab Khan. They have to gain self belief, which leads them to introspect. They recognize the true sense of Arthur Schopenhauer's quote 'Honor has not to be won; it must only not be lost.' They ultimately win many hearts, but will Karna win the only heart he longs for? 
In a country where this game unites all where true religion divides, what happens when the cult of cricket collides with the real systems of faith? Will there be a further rift?




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23 September, 2016

#Interview with Aparna Sinha, #Author of Ashvamedha: The Game of Power

About the Author:

Aparna Sinha wrote her first poem when she was seven, which she recited on All India Radio.  Since then, her literary work and industry specific articles have been published in various mediums, including reputed business magazines across Asia.
Equipped with a Master’s in management, when she was forced to quit her lucrative job because of a chronic disease, she focused on her sole passion – writing.



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Interview with the Author:

When did you first realize that you wanted to be a writer/ a storyteller? 
I have been telling stories since I started to speak, I guess. It is in my genes. Both mother and father are very well read and inclined towards writing, while my father’s books are academic in nature (He was head and Dean, Law faculty, in University of Allahabad) my mother’s books are literature (she equaled the record of Sarojini Naidu for being the youngest 12th pass out).
I have been writing since the age of seven with a dream that I will publish my novel one day.

What inspires you to write? 
I express myself better in writing, as I mentioned it is in my genes, everything around me inspires me: pain, mirth, beauty of nature, people, places, everything. 

How did you come up with the idea for your current story? 
The idea of story came to me long back after a discussion with my husband.  He was cooking up a story and the idea clicked and remained for two years. I took his nascent idea and made a story out of it. Besides it was practically becoming difficult to ignore the dramatics in Indian politics and its reach to the youth through media, so I thought it is the right time to share the story on politics and power. 

Are there some stories tucked away in some drawer that was written before and never saw the light of the day? 
Many. I have been writing for 25 years now, many poems, plays and stories are still yet to find an audience. My first complete collection of stories was finished when I was in 2nd Std (8 years) My mother has kept it, still. 

Tell us about your writing process.
I let the idea develop and then write continuously for as long as 17 hours a day, taking only occasional breaks (2-3 breaks).

What is your favorite scene in the book? Why? 
The negotiation scene between the terrorist and Ashwin Jamwal, is one of my favorites, wherein the terrorist spoke the unsaid truth- power comes at the cost and wellbeing of innocent citizens, it can be named terrorism or political strategy, result at many times is same.

“And yet we are no different,”’ the man added calmly. “You too have weapons. There are treaties restricting your usage of deadly weapons, still you develop a deadlier one almost every year, better and deadlier than last. We both are killers of the same league, except you justify your killing by calling it political.” 

Did any of your characters inherit some of your own quirks? 
Yes. The protagonist and his continuous fight with himself on right and wrong. Female lead Adya, loves to eat and dress casually- I advocate the same. 

What is your most interesting writing quirk?
Fan and AC disturbs me. I write without switching them on. After the long session of writing I am exhausted and sweaty. 

Do you read? Who are your favourite authors and how have they influenced your writing style? 
I read a lot. I have list of favorite writers for each genre. For Crime and thriller it is Robert Ludlum, Michael Crichton,  Alistair Mclean (I have all their books in my book shelf). I love Russian literature, and I admire most of the authors of its golden era. In Hindi besides my mother, my favorite author is Harishankar Parsai. Kahlil Gibran, Charles Dickens, Oscar Wilde, John Keats… it is a very long list of authors and books that are rich in words and literature- I will end up using all the space :)
Yes, each one of these very strong thinkers and writers has influenced me in a way or other.

What is the best piece of advice you have received, as a writer, till date?
From my mother: A talent will go waste if you don’t work hard.

What is the best piece of advice you would give to someone that wants to get into writing?
Write. Never give up.

If you were to be stranded on the famous deserted island, what three things would you carry?- My phone with charger (of course kindle installed, with hundred unread books) 
- Food and Water
- Books for the time when I am charging my phone

How do you spend your free time? Do you have a favorite place to go and unwind?
I am a new mother, as of now I hardly find any free time. I see my son smile and that is all I need.

Can you share with us something off your bucket list?
As of now
- Quitting Nicotine (gave up in 2015)
Writing a novel
- Becoming a mother

Tell us three fun facts about yourself.
- I meet people, complete strangers like I know them from ages
I always slip/fall on most un-slippery and simple terrains
- Oh God. I am so boring

What do you have in store next for your readers?
A mystery novel, called Rijisha. Loosely based on true events that happened in Manchester during 1963-65. 

Is there anything else you’d like to share with your readers? 
Reading is common; walk through bookstores and purchase is decreasing. People prefer to have free copies; they borrow books, rather than invest in books. It is a request to promote book purchase around you. 

About the Book:


"You have to dethrone a powerful man to become the most powerful. I was itching to defeat the single most powerful person, but there wasn't any. I was left with only one choice — to create one."

Little does Ashwin Jamwal know that the last twenty-five years of his life have been controlled by a master manipulator, who wanted to make him the most powerful man on earth, though for a reason! Ashwin steps up to take oath as the youngest Prime Minister of India and is unknowingly thrown into a vortex of power and authority as the entire world is threatened by a faceless enemy — Hades.
The world starts to look up to Ashwin as the savior, but he was just a pawn, reared only to be sacrificed in the end.
A story of greed, lies, deceptions, manipulations and corruption, Ashvamedha is a thriller revolving around the infamous game of power in a maddening bid to seek absolute control.




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22 September, 2016

#SpecialFeature :: Read an #Excerpt from The Karachi Deception


*** Special Feature - September 2016 ***

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About the Books:

VICTORY IS TEMPORARY. THE BATTLE IS ETERNAL.

Vikramaditya and his Council of Nine have fought valiantly to repel the rampaging hordes from Devaloka and Patala – but Avanti has been brought to its knees. Ujjayini lies battered its citizens are scared and morale is badly shaken. Meanwhile, the barbaric Hunas and Sakas are gathering on the horizon and cracks are emerging between the allied kingdoms of Sindhuvarta.

The only silver lining is that the deadly Halahala is safe. For now.

Bent on vengeance, Indra is already scheming to destroy Vikramaditya, while Shukracharya has a plan that can spell the doom for the Guardians of the Halahala. How long can the human army hold out against the ferocity and cunning of the devas and asuras? And will Vikramaditya’s love for his queen come in the way of his promise to Shiva?



The deadly Halahala, the all-devouring poison churned from the depths of the White Lake by the devas and asuras, was swallowed by Shiva to save the universe from extinction.
But was the Halahala truly destroyed?
A small portion still remains – a weapon powerful enough to guarantee victory to whoever possesses it. And both asuras and devas, locked in battle for supremacy, will stop at nothing to claim it.
As the forces of Devaloka and Patala, led by Indra and Shukracharya, plot to possess the Halahala, Shiva turns to mankind to guard it from their murderous clutches. It is now up to Samrat Vikramaditya and his Council of Nine to quell the supernatural hordes – and prevent the universe from tumbling into chaos!
A sweeping tale of honour and courage in the face of infinite danger, greed and deceit, The Guardians of the Halahala is a fantastical journey into a time of myth and legend.



Three commandos of the Indian Army’s elite Unit Kilo—Major Imtiaz Ahmed, Captain Shamsheer Suleiman and Lieutenant Rafiq Mehmood—are chosen for a one-of-a-kind ops mission: to enter Pakistan and eliminate dreaded underworld don, Irshad Dilawar. However, somehow, the Inter-Services Intelligence and Dilawar always seem to be one step ahead of them, foiling every plan they make. It doesn’t take long for Major Imtiaz to realize that something is amiss—the operation has been compromised. Will he be able to successfully complete his mission, or are he and his men, like Abhimanyu, entering a trap they cannot make their way out of? Set in the world of covert operations, where double-crossing and diabolical mind games are the norm, The Karachi Deception will keep you hooked till the very end.






Read an Excerpt from The Karachi Deception


May 7. Commune III, Bamako, Republic of Mali

Le dessert est servi. Oumar stared at the message that had just been delivered on his cell phone, his eyes adjusting to the screen’s brightness in the darkened interior of the car. For a moment he sat still, allowing the significance of the message to sink in. Dessert had been served at Le Cercle d’Or. In under a quarter of an hour, the man he had been hired to kill would emerge from the hotel. Oumar and his partner Youssouf would have less than a minute to finish the job. Kill number twenty-eight. Oumar dropped the phone on the empty seat beside him, drew a deep breath and cranked up the car’s air conditioning. As blasts of cold air surged through the vents, he sat upright and gripped the steering-wheel with both hands. Knitting his brows, he squinted down Route de Guinée towards the Bamako Imperial, where dessert had just been served. ‘You’ll get only one chance, so give it your best shot.’ Oumar wasn’t sure if the rasping, sun-dried voice on the other end of the phone had chuckled at the pun. But he knew there had otherwise been little mirth in the voice as it went through the routine one last time, late last night. The owner of the voice hadn’t introduced himself, but Oumar guessed he was talking to Algerian warlord Musa Zawawi. Though why Zawawi had picked English over French or his native Kabyle was beyond Oumar. One thing was certain, though. Zawawi personally overseeing the assignment meant the stakes were much higher than Oumar had previously imagined. Not that he laboured under any illusions about his target—Irshad Dilawar. The man was wanted by the Interpol for organized crime, counterfeiting, and the shipment of narcotics to the United Kingdom and Western Europe. There was evidence that he was in close contact with the Taliban in Afghanistan and Pakistan-based terrorist groups like the Lashkar-e-Taiba. The dossier said that he had even established links with al-Qaeda’s charismatic leader Osama bin Laden. The United States Department of Treasury had designated the man a global terrorist, and he also headed a list of most wanted men issued by the Indian government. Oumar didn’t know who wanted Irshad Dilawar dead or why. He never bothered asking. Indiscreet questions didn’t take one far in his line of business, and Oumar had travelled quite a distance. Twenty-seven people killed in cold blood in fifteen countries across three continents. What mattered was the money, and Zawawi and Olaf were prepared to shell out astronomical sums to have the man, presently having dessert at Le Cercle d’Or at the Bamako Imperial, eliminated. ‘Accept this job and there’s no going back,’ Olaf had growled darkly, as they stood leaning on the railings of the wind-blown Pont des Martyrs and gazing at the broad sweep of the Niger River. ‘And even if you succeed, you might not come out of this alive to enjoy the things all this money will buy.’ That was four months ago, and now as he sat hunched in the car, Olaf ’s words suddenly took on an ominous, prophetic ring in Oumar’s ears. Soon, the waiter at Le Cercle d’Or would send his second message, and minutes later it would be over, one way or the other. Oumar leaned back and glanced at the rear-view mirror. Down the sunny street, a grey Citroen was parked unobtrusively in the shade of a giant baobab tree. If those idiots were slow off the block, Oumar knew he and Youssouf didn’t stand an ice-cube’s chance in hell. * * * La cible se déplace. The second message from the waiter at the Bamako Imperial had just come in. The target was on the move. Starting the engine, Oumar threw the car into gear, took a deep breath and pressed the accelerator. As the car nosed up the empty street, Oumar looked briefly at the grey Citroen drawing away in the mirror and sent up a quick prayer. The first time was always difficult. Then it got easy, they said. Oumar had learnt that it never did. Umpteen dry runs had shown that at a leisurely pace, the 400-metre drive to the parking lot of the Bamako Imperial would take him under two minutes. In forty-five seconds, Oumar was at the hotel’s main gate, and after a perfunctory security check, the guards lazily waved him in. Oumar eased the car past the fountain in the courtyard and manoeuvred into the parking lot. Taking care not to pick a space too close to the exit, he parked the car and stepped out. In his light grey suit and matching grey Ray-Ban Highstreet, Dell laptop bag in his left hand and a bulky business daily in his right, Oumar could have passed off as one of the many local businessmen or mid-level corporate executives who frequented the hotel. Retracing his steps towards the hotel entrance, Oumar transferred the newspaper to the hand carrying the laptop, reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Flipping it open, he punched a couple of keys and held the phone to his ear. Meanwhile, his eyes took in the sight of a black limousine drawing up to the hotel’s door. A dark green Toyota Land Cruiser followed the limousine closely. ‘J’ai besoin d’argent,’ Oumar spoke into the phone, before switching to English. ‘If you do not make the payment in the next two days, I will not be able to source the computers for you. And that will mean more delay.’ Walking slowly, Oumar pressed the lifeless phone to his ear as he took stock of the situation outside the lobby. He observed a hotel employee drive an electric mopper into the courtyard from the opposite direction, their eyes meeting briefly. Youssouf was in position. Turning slightly, Oumar saw the grey Citroen slowly approaching the hotel gates. The large revolving door of the hotel slowly spun around, discharging five men into the courtyard. Oumar’s eyes instantly locked on the man he had been hired to kill. Irshad Dilawar, standing less than five-and-a-half feet in height, stocky, a thin black moustache covering his upper lip. Even at this distance, Oumar could see the distinguishing scar that ran down his left cheek. Watching Youssouf slowly begin manoeuvring the mopper towards the limousine, Oumar nodded and spoke into the phone. ‘Merci. I shall wait for two days. Bon jour, monsieur.’ Snapping the phone shut, Oumar deposited it into the inside pocket of his jacket. Youssouf was just twenty feet away from the group in the courtyard. Their target was still some distance from the limousine, smiling at something one of his associates was saying. His guards were spread around, but two of them were already moving towards the Land Cruiser. Oumar saw Youssouf unhitch a hose attached to the machine and slowly point the nozzle in the general direction of the guards. Breathing in deep, Oumar began moving towards the group, the fingers of his left hand feeling the contours of the lightweight Kel-Tec PF-9 nestling in the folds of the newspaper. Oumar turned one last time to glance casually towards the gates of the hotel. His jaw dropped and his heart skipped a beat. A large, yellow refrigerated truck stood rumbling at the gate. Two security guards were methodically shoving the large mirror under the truck’s carriage, while a third was talking to the truck’s driver and writing something in a long notebook. The grey Citroen was barely visible behind the bulk of the truck. The truck, which was clearly making deliveries to the hotel, had somehow swung into the gate ahead of the Citroen, and Oumar and Youssouf, intent on getting into position, had failed to notice this development. Oumar cursed and looked frantically at Youssouf. His partner had his back to the gate and was oblivious to the truck blocking the Citroen’s path. With eyes widening in dismay, Oumar saw Youssouf raise the hose and point it at the men closest to the Land Cruiser. Oumar was acutely aware of the sweat running down the back of his neck and the emptiness in the pit of his stomach. There was no way he could warn Youssouf about the truck without drawing attention. And there was no way the Citroen was going to make it to the courtyard in time. * * * The first two shots that Youssouf fired from the hose attached to the specially designed electric mopper hit one of the guards standing right next to the Land Cruiser. The next two went wide, one hitting and shattering the Land Cruiser’s window, the other smashing into the car’s door. The group by the limousine instantly swung into action. Three of the guards moved between Youssouf and the target, using their bodies to shield their boss, even as they pulled their guns free. The other guards began scattering in all directions, making it hard for Youssouf to decide where to fire. He randomly fired another volley, hitting one of the guards. Oumar, his mouth dry as sandpaper, looked at his target. The man was running quickly towards the limousine, his body bent at the waist. Oumar realized that all the guards were looking at Youssouf, their backs to him. He also saw that his target would be inside the limousine in a matter of seconds. As the guards opened fire on Youssouf, Oumar heard Olaf’s voice in his head. ‘Musa has staked his reputation on this one. Botch it up and he will make sure you run out of places to hide. And once he finds you, death will be sweet mercy.’ Oumar reached into the newspaper in his left hand and his fingers wrapped around the grip of the Kel-Tec PF-9. Pulling the gun loose, Oumar raised his arm, aimed at Irshad Dilawar and pulled the trigger. As the gun bucked gently in his hand, Oumar stared in surprise. Instead of hitting the target, the bullet had been intercepted by one of the guards who had chosen to climb out of the limousine at that very moment. As the guard toppled forward, dead before he hit the ground, Irshad Dilawar lunged through the limousine’s open door into the car. Oumar rapidly fired two more rounds at the car’s window, but he knew it was futile. The bullet-resistant glass would ensure the target got away. Awake to the new source of threat, some of the guards swivelled towards him as the limousine’s engine roared. Oumar turned and broke into a run, zigzagging towards the parking lot. The nearest car was ten metres away. He fired twice over his shoulder, desperately hoping to keep the guards down. He heard the squeal of tyres and knew the limousine was making a getaway. Musa Zawawi would be extremely pissed, Oumar thought idly. The protective bulk of a Honda Accord was just two metres away when Oumar heard two shots go off behind him. Almost immediately, he felt a searing pain in his lower back, just to the right of his spine. He also felt a warm fuzziness in his head as he felt himself being lifted and hurled towards the Honda Accord. The last image to register in Oumar’s mind was a light shower of blood splattering the shiny, silver hood of the car. Then, as he cannoned into the car head first, darkness descended.


About the Author:

Door-to-door salesman, copywriter, business journalist & assistant editor at The Economic Times; Shatrujeet Nath was all this before he took to writing fiction full-time. He debuted with The Karachi Deception in 2013, followed by The Guardians of the Halahala and The Conspiracy at Meru, the first two books in the Vikramaditya Veergatha series. At present, he is writing volume three of the series. Shatrujeet lives in Mumbai, but spends much of his time in the fantasy worlds of his stories.


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19 September, 2016

#Interview with Namrata, #Author of Metro Diaries 2

About the Author:



Namrata is A Lost Wanderer who loves travelling the length and breadth of the world. A published author in various anthologies and magazines she enjoys capturing the magic of life in her words. She is forever in pursuit of a new country and a new story.




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Interview with the Author:

When did you first realize that you wanted to be a writer/ a storyteller?
I never thought I could tell stories till one incident in my life shook me up badly. I wanted to keep that story wrapped somewhere safely and what better than to write it down. It was not only cathartic but at the same time it helped me get a lot of feedback on my writing and that is how the story teller in me was born. Till date most of my stories are true stories mixed with liberal doses of fiction.  

What inspires you to write?
Life and people. Nothing can be more fascinating and mysterious than human nature. One moment we love, the next we hate with a vengeance that was unknown till then. We give birth but can kill too. We plan and destroy too. Isn’t it inspiring enough? 

How did you come up with the idea for your current story?
This idea was already existent when I had finished working on Metro Diaries Part 1. That series is very close to my heart and though for various reasons that blog is no longer there I plan to continue these stories till the time I can. 

Are there some stories tucked away in some drawer that was written before and never saw the light of the day?
There are loads. Atleast 8 of them out of which 4 are full fledged novels. I keep going back to them and rework at times to make them not sound outdated and then somewhere it gets lost again. Maybe I keep them more for memories rather than anything else. They are proof of my growth as a writer for me.

Tell us about your writing process.
I usually have lot of scribbling ready by the time I start working on a story fully. So I might have scene two 6th dialogue written in my phone. Scene 9 beginning scribbled in my diary. Most of the times I just stitch them together with my writing because the process of creating a story has already been done. I follow the flow chart method for creating outline of plots. 

What is your most interesting writing quirk?
I have written almost everywhere. Yes, in auto rickshaws, moving trains, standing in bus, waiting at the reception for a client meeting, in between a seminar and my mobile phone is full of such notes and saved draft messages which have my writings.

Do you read? Who are your favourite authors and how have they influenced your writing style?
I read a lot. My most favourite author is R K Narayan and I am highly impressed and influenced by the simplicity in his stories. That is something I try to replicate in my stories. Keep them simple and yet touch hearts that is what makes him special. 

What is the best piece of advice you have received, as a writer, till date?
Do what you are born to do – write!

What is the best piece of advice you would give to someone that wants to get into writing?
Keep writing – even if you have no readers to start with. Remember anything done with heart and lot of love never goes unnoticed. 

If you were to be stranded on the famous deserted island, what three things would you carry?
A book, my diary and a pen.

How do you spend your free time? Do you have a favorite place to go and unwind?
I have a swing in my house which is my most favourite place with a cup of green tea. That is where I spend my free time, staring at the horizon and cooking stories in my brain. 

Can you share with us something off your bucket list?
I wanted to attend a live concert in Sydney Opera House and I was lucky enough to do this in March when I visited Sydney. None other than Asha Bhonsle was having one of her last stage concerts and that moment was like a dream come true when I heard her crooning my favourite song standing just few feet away in Sydney Opera House.

Tell us three fun facts about yourself.
1. I suffer from OCD – I need to fold blankets and make beds even in hotels!
2. I am addicted to music. I need to have it on all the time that I am awake.
3. I am a hoarder. I have a box full of letters, bills, slips, trinkets and what not from my childhood and I still keep adding to it. I protect that box like anything.

What do you have in store next for your readers?
I have a travelogue which is almost done. It is proposed to be a series of 6 books and covers all the places I have travelled till now. But the unique thing is, it is not about the places but about the people I have met till now.
I am also working on yet another collection of short stories, currently titled Posts Returned Undelivered which is basically a collection of letters written by women and talks about the various issues women face today in our country like acid attacks, eve teasing, marital rape etc. 


About the Book:




Give life another chance. Laugh a little longer. let go of your past. Hold onto what you love. In short LIVE rather than just exist!

Some told, some untold, some heard and some unheard - this collection of stories will make you look at life in a different light and make you ponder over its definition of it till now.


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16 September, 2016

#Spotlight :: Dangerous Indenture by Kelli A. Wilkins

Romance Rewind – Dangerous Indenture 
By Kelli A. Wilkins
www.KelliWilkins.com

Hi everyone,

To celebrate the upcoming September 19 release of my third Medallion Press romance, Lies, Love & Redemption, I’m sharing an “inside look” at the making of my second Medallion release, Dangerous Indenture. I’ll discuss how the book came about, the research involved, and how I created these unique characters.
As most readers know, I write romances in nearly every genre: contemporary, historical, fantasy, gay, and paranormal. When I write historical romances I never know where (or when) my story will take me. The Viking’s Witch is set in Scotland in 803, Lies, Love & Redemption is a western set in 1877 Nebraska, and Dangerous Indenture is a spicy historical/mystery set in Pennsylvania Colony in the early 1700s. 


Here’s the summary :


Eager to escape her past in Ireland, Shauna Farrow signs on to become an indentured servant to Joshua Stewart, a wealthy man in Pennsylvania Colony.
But a life of servitude quickly turns to drudgery, and her hopes for starting over and creating a better life for herself are waning—until she meets her master’s roguish son, Ashton.
Shauna fights her growing attraction to Ashton, torn between propriety and acting on her emotions. But amidst their flirting, something dark stirs. Shauna soon discovers why no other servants will work for the strange Stewart family.
Stewart House has an unsavory reputation: a previous servant died there under mysterious circumstances. When another servant goes missing in the middle of the night, Shauna is convinced that a member of the family is responsible.
When Shauna’s investigation leads her too close to the truth, it’s up to Ashton to save her before time runs out.



So, how did the novel come about? Dangerous Indenture is one of those books that just jumped into my head. (Yes, every so often that happens to writers.) One day, I overheard the name Shawna Farrell, but I thought I’d heard Shauna Farrow. The name stuck with me and I wrote it down. 
A few minutes later, I knew all about her: she was an Irish indentured servant who came to Pennsylvania Colony and worked at a house where a previous servant was murdered. Once I knew that, I started outlining the book.

Before I wrote a word, I did a lot of research. I was starting from a good place with the book—I knew where I wanted to set the story and in approximately what timeframe it should take place. 
From there, I spent time in the library going through history books, reading up on Colonial times (What life was like, what people wore, ate, etc.) and indentured servants (Where did they come from? Why did they leave their home country?).

As I wrote, I incorporated my research as background information. This gives the book a rich historical feel without going overboard with details that slow down a scene or are of no interest to readers.

When I’m writing historical romances, I include details and descriptions that are integral to the story. I don’t bog down the plot with a step-by-step procedure for churning butter or how to saddle a horse, and I don’t go into an endless description of how to unfasten a corset (unless it’s befuddling a hero who is eager to remove it!)

Just because historical romances are set in time periods before cars, the Internet, and cell phones, that doesn’t (or shouldn’t) make them boring. My historicals include plenty of action, adventure, intrigue, danger, comedy, and sensual love scenes. 

When I wrote Dangerous Indenture, I especially enjoyed creating the characters and setting the stage for the drama that’s about to unfold. Right from the start, we’re told that Stewart House is haunted, and then we (and Shauna) meet the master of the house, Joshua Stewart, and his strange family.
Our hero, Ashton Bailey, is flawed and has a lot of problems to overcome. For starters, he’s known as the black sheep of the family and has been sent home in disgrace. He has a reputation as a drunkard and a womanizer, and tends to get himself into troubling situations. By giving Ashton all this “baggage” I made him vulnerable and provided him with lofty goals to reach.

Shauna has come to the Colonies to start over and make a new life for herself. The last thing she wants is to fall in love with anyone—and then she meets Ashton. Shauna is headstrong and independent, and not your typical heroine. She’s brash and opinionated and falls in love with Ashton despite all of his socially unacceptable flaws. Ashton gives her the strength and encouragement she needs to keep going when things look bleak, and he stands up for her at a critical plot point in the story.

When I developed the secondary characters, I made sure to give them all interesting backstories and unusual quirks. Joshua comes off as a mean bear of a man, Minerva just might be crazy (and a murderer), Colin is… a villain in many senses of the word, and Lila thought she had everything going for her—for a while. Not everyone in Stewart House is as they seem, however, and this adds another level of mystery and intrigue to the book.

I love the characters and the fact that Dangerous Indenture is a romance blended with mystery. I had never written a romance set in Colonial times before, and combining all these elements into this Gothic-type story was a lot of fun.

I hope you’ll check it out. 


Here’s a tame mini-excerpt from Dangerous Indenture:

Ashton wrapped his arms around her. “Come here. Let me hold you.”
She relaxed against him, and her worries drained away. A familiar heat built between her legs as Ashton leaned forward and kissed her. Ashton moaned, and she felt a hardness jutting out from the front of his breeches.
Her mind flashed back to Ashton in his robe. His chest, his flat stomach, the glimpse of a tiny trail of hairs leading lower... What would Ashton do if he knew how desperately she craved his touch?
She fought the urge to slide her hands to the front of his breeches and stroke him, make him ready. What would it feel like to make love to him? She ached to be crushed under his body as he entered her and—
Without warning, Ashton pulled away.
“Forgive me,” he said, releasing her. “I tend to lose control and let my urges take over. I’m not used to being around a decent woman.”
He thought she was decent? That was a joke. If he knew what wicked ideas were swirling through her head, he’d probably faint.


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Happy Reading,
Kelli


About the Author:
Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 95 short stories, 19 romance novels, and 5 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels. 
In 2016 Kelli is re-releasing her romances previously published by Amber Quill Press. Visit her website and blog for a full title list, book summaries, and other information as it becomes available.
Her writing book, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction is a fun and informative non-fiction guide based on her 15 years of experience as a writer. It’s filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

If you like to be scared, check out Kelli’s horror ebooks: Dead Til Dawn and Kropsy’s Curse.

Kelli posts on her Facebook Author Page and Twitter. She also writes a weekly Blog
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