Friday, March 23, 2018

Book Blitz: Curse of a Dragon's Claim by Ciara Lake

About the Book:

 The flame within a dragon warrior's heart awakens Arianna's passion as she begins a journey in which she will discover she's something more than she ever imagined possible.

The realm of the dragons is a world of magic, danger, and mystery. For centuries they've been at war with the vampires, but now the two enemies must work together to save all immortals, and the mortals they co-exist with, from an ancient evil. In order to do so, they need the help of the Forsaken, descendants of immortals who were cast out into the human realm, their memories wiped clean of their true heritage.

ClayneMacDagon is a powerful dragon warrior who is sent on a mission to find one of the Forsaken. Although he's told that this woman is his fated mate, he can't believe it could possibly be true. Arianna Mergliano possesses both dragon and vampire blood, and Clayne has an intense hatred for anything even remotely related to vampires, the evil beings who were responsible for his beloved twin's death.

When Arianna meets Clayne, she's convinced that the man is insane, or maybe he's a warlock or even the devil himself, but whichever it is, she wants nothing to do with him.

Clayne knows he can't fail at his mission. And once he meets Arianna he also knows that what he's been told is true—she is, ironically, his intended mate.

Convincing her to accept him is only the beginning. He has to protect her from those who might want her dead. Together, they must face the shadows and evil that have long plagued the immortal realms and find a way to survive the coming war.

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Kissing her forehead, he took her hand in his. His lips were cool, but the heat off his body was intense. The contrast made her tremble. Clayne placed her hand over the bulge in his breeches. Arianna cupped him, rubbing him with her palm.
“Oh, feels good. Do you feel how I want you?” Nuzzling her neck, an animalistic sound escaped from him. His voice roughened. “I want you to ride my cock.” Kissing her face, his tenderness made her heart flutter. Faint, dazed, she yearned for him. “You make me burn, my beautiful mate. My dragon’s heat boils within me.”
“I love how it rushes through me too.”
“It soothes me, stimulates me, and makes me want to fuck you more. I can’t get enough of you.” His words caused a volcano of desire to erupt inside her. “Let’s take your clothes off so I can feel your skin against mine.” Clayne pushed her hair behind her back. Gently, he placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her to him. He kissed her face and neck. Arianna pressed herself against him, encouraging his touch.
“Clayne,” Arianna said between his kisses. “I want you between my legs.” Wetness escaped her pussy and dampened her thighs. Emboldened by the press of his erect cock against her, she said, “I want you inside me.” She rubbed her hands up and down his back. He was strong, muscular, an exceptional specimen of masculinity. “I love being with you.”
“You smell perfect. Like a woman who’s eager for me.” Inhaling deeply, he turned her around and began to undo her dress’s buttons. “I need to get you out of this gown. I’m impatient to give what you ask of me.” He nipped the back of her neck. Juices flowed to her pussy.
“Oh sweet lord, you bite.” A shiver of desire raced down her spine, pooling in her womb.
“Nah, I just tease. But I do have fangs.” He flashed a suddenly fanged mouth. “I can look like a vampire, but they’re my dragon teeth. We have sharp ones too.” His large hands cupped her breasts. They were heavy, aching with need. When he squeezed them, she moaned, leaning back against him.
“Take me, Clayne.”
“I’m going to rip this gown off. I need you naked.”
A loud ripping sound followed his words. Tiny seed buttons bounced on the floor as the gown fell to her feet. A thin chemise still covered her. Clayne picked her up, and then her back hit the soft mattress as she bounced on the bed. Standing naked by the side of the bed, he watched her. His penis jutted from his body.
“Arianna, take your undergarment off,” he ordered. “I need you free of all clothing. I want nothing between us, and I want to be inside you.”
Sitting up, she quickly removed her chemise, pulling it over her head and tossing it on the floor. Her heart beat fast and hard. Dazed with the rush of desire his words inspired, she spread her legs in bold invitation. She swung her hair back over her shoulder and rose up on her elbows, beckoning him.
Standing before her with his cock in his hand, he rubbed its firmness. It was swollen and long. The tip was darker, redder than the rest of the firm organ. She was thinking he was gorgeous.
“Beautiful.” He echoed her thoughts. “You’re the most beautiful female I know.”
Clayne stole her thoughts right from her brain. Their unique communication continued to amaze her. In an instant, he was upon her. Pushing her thighs further apart, he settled between them. His cock rested against her leg. She kissed him, closing her eyes as she absorbed the exquisite sensations. The heat and ecstasy of his kisses made her surrender completely to him. She reached for his cock, rubbing it with her hand. It fascinated her. The feel of the smooth skin stretched over the incredible hardness excited her further.
“It’s so large and firm. I like the feel of it inside me.” More moisture escaped her, dampening her inner thighs. “I like what we do.”
With a quick thrust, he was inside her, deep until she swallowed up his entire length.
“Arianna, you like that?”
“Yes.” She opened her eyes to stare into his shiny blue ones, bright as diamonds. His stare was hot. It penetrated her, warming her insides even more than the heat she was already experiencing.
Continuing to watch her with intensity, he moved within her. He closed his eyes, and his face relaxed as if he were experiencing pure joy. Arianna wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. She ran her hands over his firm buttocks as he worked in and out of her. The man made her feel dainty under his massive body. She liked that feeling as well.
“You’re nice and tight.” Clayne rested fully against her as he pushed inside her tight pussy. Skillfully, he pulled out and pushed in again. The gratifying friction against her clit made her squeeze his cock, release, and squeeze him again. He moaned. “You like how I’m fucking you, my beautiful mate?”
“Yes.” Arianna could barely answer him.
Clayne pounded harder into her, and then stopped, partially withdrawn from her. Kissing her sensitive nipples, he laved them with his tongue. He made love to her breasts with his mouth. Pulling his cock fully from her body, he turned her onto her stomach.
Arianna whimpered. “Clayne, I want you to…”
“To what?” He pulled her to the edge of the bed until her feet touched the floor. He pushed his cock into her wet pussy. Standing behind her, he pounded with great efficiency. With each push into her, the enormous bed moved across the floor. “You feel so good.” Resting, he lay against her, fondling her breasts with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other as he pounded into her. “I love fucking you. I’m pleased I’ve found you.”
“Clayne… Clayne,” Arianna screamed. Intense shudders passed through her, silencing her.
“Yes, my mate. You’re fucking good.” His body shivered as he fully rested against her. For a few moments, he was completely still. “Mate, you make me burn. The passion I feel races hot.”
“Clayne…” Before she could say more, he grabbed her under her arms, pulling her to the head of the bed. Moving the bedding out of their way, he positioned her under the covers, following her beneath.
“Let’s rest, my mate. We’ve had a very long, intense day.” Curling her into him, he held her in his arms. The great heat he’d generated had waned, yet his arms were still comfortably warm.
More questions for him danced through her head. Her mind was fully charged with activity, thinking over every detail he’d shared with her. However, exhaustion took over, quieting her. The bed was comfortable. It smelled of lilacs, soothing her further. The mattress cushioned her body softly along with his warm embrace. She decided to close her eyes, only for a few moments. Darkness enveloped her. Involuntarily, sleep overtook her.

About the Author:

Welcome to Ciara Lake's World. Meet Gorgeous Werewolves, Vampires, Dragons, Mermaids, Wizards, Witches, Mythological Gods and Goddesses, Mere Mortals And More! Fiction has always been a passion of mine. Creating worlds and developing characters is a great way for me to relieve the stress and strain of my everyday world. In fantasy (paranormal) and sci-fi stories, the author has the unique ability to invent wonderfully exotic places and people. I do that in my books. These fantastic genres provide a limitless ability to be creative and inventive. My stories provide an escape into a special world filled with unique and otherworldly things. And there is always a happy ending.


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Author Interview: Dhruba D Roy author of My First Breakup




Dhruba Das Roy  is a freelance writer, a musician by passion, and a software engineer by profession. He is from Assam, but born in a small town of Meghalaya, where he finished his schooling. He then obtained his degree in engineering from the esteemed college of National Institute of Technology. He discovered his love for music there and was the lead vocalist of his band, “The Rozarts.”

He loves rock and roll and is a great fan of the pioneers of rock and roll-(Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Queen and the list goes on).Unfortunately, as engineering life came to an end, the band had to split. Recently, he moved to Kolkata where he is working in one of leading software service based companies in India.

Not everyone can put their thoughts into words. Dhruba had never tried his hand in writing; but he had an experience, an experience which changed his life for the better. Being a vocalist, his only way of expression was through the creative way. He decided to pen down his thoughts and he discovered that writing came naturally to him. His thought process in the novel relates to the general mass in many ways. He decided to stretch his limits and ended up voicing his thoughts in a different way this time.




When did you first realize that you wanted to be a writer/ a storyteller?

If I told you that I always wanted to be a writer, it would a big lie. In fact, I never even liked literature. But that’s how it is, people change and that’s what life is all about.
I am actually not very good at expressing myself when I am around people. I had experiences and these motivated to write as I found writing to be the best way to communicate. Then when I started writing, I felt there was a lot of things that I can write about which might have many similarities with our lives and that was it, I decided to be a writer and here I am…. my debut novel, ‘My First Breakup.’

What question do you wish that someone would ask about your book(s), but nobody has? Write it out here, and then answer it.

The book has a lot of songs mentioned in it of numerous Rock N’ Roll musical bands, so which one among them is my favourite song and why?
(It feels a little funny to answer to my own question)
The answer to that would be November Rain by Guns N’ Roses. I love that song for what it is, the music is legendary and the lyric of the song is fascinating. Undoubtedly one of the best compositions of all time.

What is your writing process? Do you follow a regular routine or do you have any weird, funny, or unusual habits while writing and what are they?

Currently being a part time writer, I have to manage time. I work as a software engineer during the day time and write stories during the nights. Yes, it becomes quite hectic at times, but writing provides me a quality time where I can escape to a different world and relax for a moment.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?

Yes, a lot of times. I take the day off. I listen to music, perhaps watch a movie or read a book. I feel tomorrow’s a new day and the idea is out there looking for me as desperately as I am searching for it. It’s just that I just have to recognise it.

What are your current/future projects?

I am working on two projects presently. The sequel to My First Breakup and another one is a mythological fiction which is based on Greek, Christian and Hindu History. So, hopefully either one or if God permits, perhaps both of them.

What is the intended audience for you book?

As the title itself signifies ‘My First Breakup’, It is for young adults. Most of us go through it and I believe any ‘First’ experience is always special, be it  breakup or a relationship. This novel of mine will have a sequel and that too will be based on a ‘First’ experience. I would infact call this ‘The First’ Series.

If you had the chance to get one message out there to reach readers all over the world, what would that message be?

The novel is set to be released on 9th of March 2018. Please wish me luck and if you like to read fiction, please do read “My First Breakup……. Learning to Let Go!!!”. Also do review it as it’s your reviews that will help me become a better writer.

What makes a good story, why?

There are many things that contributes to a successful story, but for me the most important ingredients are being simple, genuine and pure that can connect with the readers irrespective of the demographic diversities.

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

Yes, reviews matter to me a lot. In the end of the day I want to be get better and reviews are essential part of that evolutionary phase in a writer’s life.

I generally do respond to both bad and good reviews that I receive.

I always am thankful for the people who reviewed my story. This gave me a chance to interact with you. The reviewer might have given me a bad review and I appreciate it. I prefer to take that, work on it and hopefully next time around he or she will appreciate my hard work. I fell that’s how respect can be truly earned.

Were your characters based off real life people/events or did you make it all up?

Most of them were. I feel, for a story to come true we need real life inspiration. These are perhaps food for a story. My friends and family provides me with this inspiration and I am really thankful to them.

What is your favorite scene in the book? Why?

Being the writer of the novel, it’s really difficult for me to just pick out one particular scene from the novel. All of the scenes are dear to me, but if you still insist, it has to be the ‘letter from Anvi to Anirudh’. I remember my Elder Sister calling me up and saying that the letter was really hard hitting which gave her goose bumps.
Oh well!! I don’t know, perhaps she was just trying to be modest and make her little brother feel better about his work :P :P







“Oh God, why me?”

This is perhaps what we think of when we go through a ‘breakup’.
This story is about Anirudh and Anvi.
Both of them have their own thinking which are not alike.
The story begins with Anirudh meeting with and accident. As he slowly succumbs to the pain, he starts reflecting about his bygone college days where he found his love for music. He loves Anvi dearly who is a long-lost friend of Anirudh.

The story reveals how Anirudh struggles as the hands of reality strikes him down.






Thank you for this amazing interview! I wish you success for all your future works. Keep writing!





Thursday, March 22, 2018

Author Spotlight: C. Kindler




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A little about C. Kindler

I have lived in Wisconsin for 23 years. I was born and raised in Arlington Hts., Illinois. I am a single mother of three children. I spent most of my life working and caring for my children. After, the youngest one graduated from school, I gave thought to writing a book. I was always told that I had a wild imagination, so, I decided to put it to good use. I absolutely love to read, and surround myself with books. I especially love to read adventure thrillers.

C. Kindler has authored three children’s books, The Adventures of Biker Frog and Lady White Bear: New Beginnings, The Adventures of Biker Frog and Lady White Bear: The Hermit and The Adventures of Biker Frog and Lady White Bear: Revenge of the Widow. Books 1 and 2 each won second place in the Purple Dragonfly Book Awards.

Genre: Children's




When Biker Frog rides up to the pond he calls home on his self-built solar-powered motorcycle, he has no idea that his life is about to change forever. After showing the motorcycle off to his friends at the pond, he takes off on a new journey. Shortly, into the journey, he sees a magnificent, black deer with glistening gold antlers and hooves blocking the road. He serves to miss the deer causing him to lose control and crash. When he wakes up, he finds himself in a magical land of different times. There he meets the brave Lady White Bear, who has mistaken him for a powerful warrior. His motorcycle is believed to be a magical beast created by a spell. Soon, Biker Frog will find himself in the adventures of a lifetime, along with Lady White Bear. There is magic, danger, and new adventures throughout the land, and the two will gather friends from all parts of the land.







Biker Frog is happy about his decision to stay at the castle. He and his solar-powered motorcycle, the Beast, are ready to help Lady White Bear in any way they can. As a royal knight, it is Biker Frog’s duty. As Lady White Bear’s friend, it is an honor to help.

Despite the peace in the land, Biker Frog and Lady White Bear stumble upon a big mystery when they find King Tae captured in a web in the Crooked Tree Forest. Samoen, a fifteen-foot-tall black widow spider, has imprisoned him. To stop Samoen’s rampage and save the kingdom, Biker Frog and Lady White Bear will have to find a sorceress and raise an army!






Biker Frog is a long way from his old frog pond. In his previous adventures, he has traveled to the land of Notellis and met the brave Lady White Bear and her father, King Dannis. Biker Frog and Lady White Bear have saved Notellis twice from danger and disaster. Their latest adventure will take them out of Castle Bearmor and into the Witchlok Mountains.

Biker Frog, now Sir Biker Frog, thanks to King Dannis, has taken Lady White Bear and their friends Gomer and Henry to shop in a local village. It is there that they first hear the legend of a mysterious hermit. It immediately captures Lady White Bear’s imagination, and she insists that the group venture into the mountains to find the hermit’s cave.

Biker Frog realizes that Lady White Bear wants to trick King Dannis so he won’t worry about her. He reluctantly goes along with the plan, but both will find out that their quest is a lot more dangerous than they had imagined. Will the four friends get out of the mountains alive, or will the hermit prove to be too strong a foe?






Friday, March 16, 2018

Book Review: The Temple Bar Woman by Sujata Parashar

Title: The Temple Bar Woman
Author: Sujata Parashar
Publisher: Vishwakarma Publications






Sujata Parashar’s The Temple Bar Woman is one woman’s story of avenging her lost honour and of her retribution.

Radhika Chaudhary, the protagonist of the novel, was gang raped by a young politician, Vikram Pratap Singh, and his gang of cronies. A teacher in her father's school, she was sold to a brothel by the culprits after the act. In the present fiction, Parashar traces the path Radhika’s life takes from 1999, when she was an innocent girl ready to embrace life with open arms, till 2017 after she became the chief minister of Agria Pradesh. 
  
Habiba Bi, the brothel owner, is a typical mistress but one who’ll be remembered for her solidarity with the protagonist. They form a makeshift family along with the other sex workers. This integrity helps them endure the trials and tribulations of living as prostitutes in the dog-eat-dog world. The two women come together to overthrow their common enemy — Vikram Singh, and his father Bharat Singh. The men, whom they are out to punish, are powerful and devious politicians. In their objective to attain their goal, the two women resort to all sorts of underhand means. Radhika even lures another politician, recently widowed Rakshit Singh, into marrying here thereby paving for herself the way into the world of politics. By the time the story concludes, Radhika succeeds in punishing the wrong doers.

The first half of the book is where Parashar weaves her ingenious, which however falls flat by the time the book ends. The final, climactic act doesn’t quite have a punch. Everything seems rushed. It doesn’t quite live up to the potential of its premise However, her writing is strong and her voice is strong. She has dared to write something that is not openly spoken in our country — rape and the survivor’s plight.

Parashar crafts a realistic story and brings it to life in a unique setting. She creates an array of strong, tough women who drive the plot. All in all, the writer has managed to produce an engaging tale. 




Sujata Parashar is a freelance consultant on social projects related to marginalised children and women. She has a rich and diverse professional experience spanning over eight years in the developmental sector and the travel and tourism trade in India and abroad.




I'd like to thank the author for letting me review the book. I do hope you end up liking the book when you read it. Thank you so much for stopping by, and happy reading! 




* I received a review copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest review.
** Picture courtesy: Amazon.in









Thursday, March 15, 2018

Book Blitz: Forsaken Heart by Elise Whyles

About the Book:

Punished for sins not her own, can a mortal claim her vampire mate?


The world of immortals must unite to save both themselves and the mortals they co-exist with from an ancient evil.



For Bede MacTaggert this means trusting in the warrior sent for her sister—a man of mystery, of power, and one who could easily sweep her into a world she's destined to be part of.



An imperial guard to the king of vampires, Gawain has always tuned out the needs of the flesh. Dedicating himself to the service of the royals, he's lived on the fringes of his people for centuries. Now he's forced from the shadows and into the arms of a woman who will awaken his heart and body to a passion unequaled.



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Bede gasped at the touch of his hand. Her eyes widened, and the fire coursing through her veins throbbed to life. Heavy, full, her breasts ached beneath the fabric of her dress. She could feel a hollow throb between her legs, a hunger building. Her eyes darted to his, and she recognized the feelings in his gaze. Lust flared, hotter, stronger than any desire to feed any morality. Leaning closer, she trailed a finger down his face, her nail gathering blood.

Slowly, her eyes locked to his, she lifted her bloody nail to her lips and sucked, a moan of pleasure echoing on the night. His eyes darkened, lips curling up to reveal his extended fangs. The pounding of his blood echoed in her head.

“Yes.” Gawain’s guttural reply vibrated through her body.

With a groan, she grabbed the front of his tunic, her lips crashing into his. Clumsy, untutored, her tongue traced over his lips, demanding entrance. When he gasped she took full advantage, her tongue darting past his teeth to duel with his. Scrambling closer, she pressed against him, her hands tangling in his hair, tracing his shoulders, his neck. Again and again she kissed him. Her body on fire, shuddering and moaning with each response from him. Her blood pooling with each caress, each brush of his tongue against hers.

“Gawain, please…” Whimpering, she threw her head back, exposing her throat, desperate for him to sink his teeth into the flesh there. Pressing his head downward, she guided him toward the throbbing pulse of her life’s blood.

“Nay, nay, we cannot.” Gawain licked, suckled, his muted protest at odds with the way his hands palmed her breasts, teasing her nipples into hardened peaks. “Bede, stop. Gods above, stop me…”

“No, take. Drink.” Bede reached up to scratch at her throat. “Take what you need. I am yours.”

Screaming in pleasure, she shook when he sank his teeth deep. Her body trembling, every nerve alive, the pain bordered on pleasure and she writhed against him. “Yes!”

Pressing closer, she licked her lips, her head shifting, resting against his shoulder. Her hand darted down his body, her fingers seeking the waistband of his trews. His fingers, rough and calloused, grabbed hers as she palmed his hardened cock.

“Nooo, let me.” She whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head as darkness swam within her vision. Each pull on her throat echoed in her womb, and she hovered on the brink. Clinging to him, she pressed closer, tighter, the need to share beyond any control she had.

Stars exploded behind her eyelids as he lapped at the blood oozing from the wound. Already she could feel her body hovering, waiting on the precipice. She flew apart when his fingers touched her bare skin, the nails scoring the insides of her thighs before he cupped her womanhood. Arching her hips into his palm, the friction against her clit shattered her. Screaming out his name, Bede fell into the darkness that hovered around her. Whole, fulfilled for the first time in her life.


About the Author:

Born in Northern British Columbia, Elise is a small-town girl. She writes in a variety of genres including paranormal, contemporary suspense, m/m in various lengths. Currently, she lives in British Columbia with her husband and son, one dog, one cat, and a gecko. Elise enjoys reading as much as she does writing, with some of her favorite books being read until they fall apart. 
She is currently working on the next book in the Forsaken Series, Burning Rain. As well she has a new contemporary she’s working on. For more information on Elise, or to check out her books you can find her on Facebook, twitter, and her website.



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Friday, March 9, 2018

Release Day Blitz: My First Breakup by Dhruba Roy

About the Book:


“Oh God, why me?”


This is perhaps what we think of when we go through a ‘breakup’.
This story is about Anirudh and Anvi.
Both of them have their own thinking which are not alike.
The story begins with Anirudh meeting with and accident. As he slowly succumbs to the pain, he starts reflecting about his bygone college days where he found his love for music. He loves Anvi dearly who is a long-lost friend of Anirudh.
The story reveals how Anirudh struggles as the hands of reality strikes him down.





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   This is it. One wrong move and I find myself crying to sleep. Days, maybe weeks of putting up the brave face. The ultimate, cliché teenage drama. Everyone has been through it and everyone has heard of it. But for me it was the first time. Maybe the last, hopefully. 
   So, wearing my heart on my sleeves, I fell in ‘love’. Not once, but twice with the same guy in a row. Tramp? No. I was in love. Deeply, madly, unconditionally. Until the hands of practicality punched me right on my face. I was left stranded and confused. Wondering why all of this was happening to me.  Another cliché moment. But for me, it was the first time.
    There is something about human nature which seeks for sympathy. Just had a breakup? The whole world is conspiring for you to be unhappy. No, I will not smile, the world is a cruel place. It takes days for people to get over it. For me? Well no surprise to you, it took a year. One entire year of  ‘the wait’. Sitting back now and thinking about it, I find it funny. No, I find it hilarious. So, what happened after the year was over? Did I just miraculously wake up one day and think to myself that, “hey, you know what…. you are a great girl, get over it…move on!!” No, I realized that he had thought of this way back. He had moved on way back. While, the “so-in-love” me, was waiting. Simply waiting for my stars to turn and relive the same love story again. 
  The moment you see that your ex has a different face beside the “in a relationship” status, that is the moment you realize how blind and ridiculous you were. The once cute goatee seems like a bush now, that smile which made you smile makes you want to knock off all his teeth, his fascination for food makes you notice his peeking belly pouch. In a nutshell, you are no longer in love with him and his flaws. So then, life brings you to a fork road. The fun road is where you sit back and spread wild rumors about how terrible he is and how he broke your heart. Believe me, the devil will tempt you to follow this path. It is a fantastic journey, but a few more months of futility. So I chose the better path. Get up, pull yourself together, shrug off the dust and embrace the new journey. I am glad I chose the latter. Very glad.
  What do you do when an entire part of your life has been erased which once held so much of importance to you? You try and fill it up with things you never had time for otherwise. Socialize, go out, write, sing, laugh, read, stare randomly out of the window and get lost in your own beautiful world. Life was better. I am an ardent believer in unconventionality. Why follow the crowd? I won’t make my own crowd! No siree! I won’t even sit at a distance and laugh at the crowd. I would rather live in a parallel world, a different dimension maybe. I can see you. But you can’t touch me. You can’t judge me. I can be me. Shamelessly.

Raise thewalls high. Build the impenetrable walls. Shut the gates. It’s my own perfect world. A year goes by in my world. Everything is healed.
I decide to open up the windows a little bit. A little fresh air will cause no harm. I felt a whiff. A new breeze. That felt nice. It felt familiar. Maybe I can open up my windows just a wee bit more. I will shut them off immediately. They are wide open now. Even today. I never shut them. I was never able to.
   Vulnerable or strong? Please be vulnerable, please be vulnerable……… pleaded my heart. Shut up already. You have created enough chaos. I am in charge now. No more “Fairytale dreams”, no more car rides, no more falling for flattering messages, no more being silly in love.
Do you have a tiny voice at the back of your head which speaks back to you and gives life advice, for god’s sake? Well mine is louder than my own voice, has a humongous ego and can be downright obnoxious sometimes. It’s difficult living with it seriously. You know the worst part? It is usually right.

‘ I love you’. Nope, no you don’t. I could die for you. No you can’t. ‘I have waited my whole life for you’. Were you born yesterday? ‘I just want to be with you’. Yeah, you want to be in my pants. The voice is annoying I tell you, but it is always right. If I was anything like the voice then I doubt whether I would have had any friends.

About the Author:



Dhruba Das Roy  is a freelance writer, a musician by passion, and a software engineer by profession. He is from Assam, but born in a small town of Meghalaya, where he finished his schooling. He then obtained his degree in engineering from the esteemed college of National Institute of Technology. He discovered his love for music there and was the lead vocalist of his band, “The Rozarts”.

He loves rock and roll and is a great fan of the pioneers of rock and roll-(Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Queen and the list goes on).Unfortunately, as engineering life came to an end, the band had to split. Recently, he moved to Kolkata where he is working in one of leading software service based companies in India.

Not everyone can put their thoughts into words. Dhruba had never tried his hand in writing; but he had an experience, an experience which changed his life for the better. Being a vocalist, his only way of expression was through the creative way. He decided to pen down his thoughts and he discovered that writing came naturally to him. His thought process in the novel relates to the general mass in many ways. He decided to stretch his limits and ended up voicing his thoughts in a different way this time.







Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Book Review: The Vengeance of Indra by Shatrujeet Nath

Title: The Vengeance of Indra
Author: Shatrujeet Nath
Publisher: Jaico Publishing House





Shatrujeet Nath’s ‘The Vengeance of Indra’ is the third installment in his superbly famous Vikramaditya Veergatha series. This book is a little cynical, plenty dark, with not many laughs and — truth be told — not much action. But then that’s good because it means that the story is progressing at a nice pace and without mindless fighting sequences. 

The book picks up where ‘The Conspiracy of Meru’ left off. Vikramaditya’s kingdom is still reeling from the aftereffects of the attacks. The devas and the asuras have employed every dirty trick against Vikramaditya and his Council of Nine. But instead of being deterred, our protagonist stands his ground. Amidst all the conspiracies, Vikramaditya and Kalidasa’s friendship develop cracks, threatening to upset everything that the former holds dear. Shoorasena continues plotting even as King Harihara tries to face up to his dilemma and Chandravardhan tries to come to a decision. Into this chaos steps Indra — the one character on whom the present installment is named — bearing an old grudge. He’s here to wreak havoc and he brings with him a devastating new weapon. In other words, a lot is happening in the lives of the characters that we have come to love or loathe.

Nothing new needs to be said about Nath’s writing style. He keeps mesmerizing with his simple yet impactful writing. He keeps the story on such a short lease that it never deviates from its set course even though sub plots keep blossoming here and there with sufficient integrity.  

To sum up, ‘The Vengeance of Indra’ is a vast, rich saga, with splendid characters and an intricate plot flawlessly articulated against a backdrop of real depth and texture. Readers will salivate over this fast-moving and well-plotted yarn, which is part of a consistently appealing series in which each assignment is billed as the best ever.

All we got to do now is wait patiently for Nath to pen down the grand finale as he sets the stage for ‘The Wrath of Hellfires.’ I am so ready for it and hope you will be too once you read the latest installment. 



Shatrujeet Nath is the creator of the runaway national bestseller series Vikramaditya Veergatha, a four-book mytho-fantasy arc which includes ‘The Guardians of the Halahala,’ ‘The Conspiracy at Meru,’ and ‘The Vengeance of Indra.’ Described as “a new face to Indian mythology” by DNA, Shatrujeet writes for movies and web shows as well. He is also the author of ‘The Karachi Deception,’ an Indo-Pak spy thriller.




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