Book Blitz of You Came like Hope by Jyoti Arora

About the Book:

Peehu:
“I
heard them mourn my death. I lay in the next room. Motionless, silent, and
staring at the ceiling.”
 
Adih:
“When
it comes to a broken person, some of them are expert at blinding you. Spend an
entire evening with such a person, but you may still not know how he is
crushing inside.”
 
Uday:
“Who
would say no to him? He is smart, intelligent, super handsome, rich, suave and
sophisticated. He’s perfect!”
 
Pooja:
“Pooja
gave no explanation. She asked no forgiveness. She just arrived in his home,
resenting him for being her husband.”
 
Arunav:
“He
had smiled as if nothing was wrong.
He
had behaved as if he still had his dreams and hopes.
He
had pretended as if it didn’t hurt.
But
it did.”
 
Does
Destiny hold the key to our happiness?
Is
it always the feeble that is the victim?
Love
can be the embrace of heaven. But what happens when it unleashes hellfire?
 
Lose
yourself in the intense narrative of You Came Like Hope as it unleashes a
rollercoaster of emotions, uncovers some bitter truths, challenges widespread
prejudices, and forces you to reconsider your beliefs.
 
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Prologue

The trouble with me is that I forget all caution, when I need it the most.I knew I was not supposed to set foot inside his house. I had already done one blunder. The result of that was wrapping its web around me. Suffocating me. It was foolishness to be stepping into yet another mistake.

But there I was.

‘It doesn’t matter. I’ll leave soon. He’s not here anyway,’ I excused myself, taking a deep breath of the pleasant lemon-scented air of the place.

The room was simply furnished. There was an oval centre table topped with a black glass. Pencil scrapes fluttered on half of it and school books and notebooks covered the other half. An almost empty school bag lay huddled on the grey couch next to it. There were matching single-seaters on the other side of the table. A square dining table stood on one side of the room. It had only two chairs.

Besides this sombre furniture, there were three Disney cushions on the grey couch, artificial sunflowers with smiley faces in a vase, a flower-shaped wall clock, and a cute flower and bee shaped perfume dispenser in a corner. These childish whims and fancies served well to add cheer to otherwise too plain a room.

My eyes brushed past all these things, only to be arrested by a photo hanging on a wall. It showed a girl child holding the hand of a tall man. He was dressed in blue jeans and grey t-shirt. The attire suited his height and strong built well. The child was grinning at the camera. Her companion was looking down and smiling at her. It was a smile that could have forced any woman to become rude and stare with desire. I was glad it was just a picture that I was staring at.

The owner of that smile had moved to Delhi four months ago, renting a house very close to my cousin sister Rajni’s house. This was the first time I had come to stay at my cousin’s home since then. My mother had let me come. But she worried that he was too near, the son of a defamed family.

‘You know what his family history is. Stay away from him, no matter what Rajni tells you,’ she had ordered.

‘Too late,’ I murmured, staring at his picture and wondering what mother would say if she found out. But then, there were far worse things that I had hidden. Things that, I knew, would hurt my parents more. Far more.

 

About the Author:

 

Jyoti Arora is a novelist
and blogger from Ghaziabad. You Came Like Hope is her third novel, coming after
Dream’s Sake and Lemon Girl. She is Post Graduate in English Literature and
Applied Psychology.

Jyoti has over five years
of experience working as a freelance writer. This experience includes abridging
over 24 famous English classics like Jane Eyre, Moby Dick etc.

Jyoti Arora is a patient
of Thalassemia Major. But she does not let this stop or discourage her. For her
determination and achievements, Jyoti has received appreciation from Ms Sheila
Dixit, Ms Maneka Gandhi and the Ghaziabad wing of BJP. Her life story has been
covered in various local and national TV shows, radio programs, newspapers,
magazines and websites like YourStory and Inspire India. She was also one of
the ‘100 Women Achievers of India’ that were invited to witness the Republic
Day parade of India (2016) as special guests.
Besides reading and
writing novels, Jyoti also enjoys blogging and has won several blogging
competitions. She loves checking out latest technological innovations, watching
movies, and listening to old Bollywood songs. Reach her at jyotiarora.com.
 
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Spotlight of Avishi by Saiswaroopa Iyer

 

 
AVISHI
by
Saiswaroopa Iyer
 
Blurb
 
Long before the times of Draupadi and Sita
Immortalised in the hymns of the Rig Veda
But largely forgotten to the memory of India
Is the Warrior Queen with an iron leg, Vishpala
 
Brought up in the pristine forest school of Naimisha, Avishi reaches the republic of Ashtagani in search of her destiny. When Khela, the oppressive King of the neighbouring Vrishabhavati begins to overwhelm and invade Ashtagani, Avishi rises to protect her settlement. But peril pursues her everywhere.
 
Separated from her love, her settlement broken, with a brutal injury needing amputation of her leg, can Avishi overcome Khela?


If stories about ancient India, especially those with strong women characters interest you, then Avishi is a story you must read!

 
Read an excerpt here:
The structure under the outcast control looked like an autonomous garrison. It was on the Southwestern corner of Vrishabhavati hidden by wild growth and as heavily guarded as the city square. Avishi counted two doors as Vyala carried her inside. From the inside, it did not look as dilapidated as from outside. The guards here were the ‘out-casts’ as the world called them. Unlike the guards of the city, they did not cover themselves with leather torso. Instead they wore loin cloth in various darker shades. Small and big weapons, strings made up of various animal teeth, tusk work and beads made up their ‘jewellery’. To Avishi, it looked atrociously out of proportion. But she also noticed the level of coordination with which the ‘out-casts’ functioned. Like they were trained to fight in an army.

“Untie her.” Vyala instructed Manduka, his forehead revealing wrinkles of dilemma. Manduka was happy to comply. Except for a few scars on his shoulder, the man had an enviable physique. But it was his nose that Avishi felt was the pronounced feature of his face. It was as though it was abruptly turned crooked by his right nostril. She could see that the Outcast Lord made no attempt to hide his displeasure about the predicament she presented him. What worried her more was that she found herself incapable of even walking to the closest stone seat and had to limp leaning on Manduka. The wound seemed deeper than she had imagined it.

“We don’t kill women.” He began and paused noticing her unimpressed glare.

“Is that supposed to impress me? Is that supposed to cover up the other crimes you commit for that monster Khela?”

Vyala shook his head, a resentful smile appearing on his lips, but for only a moment. “Whatever we, the outcasts do would be a crime in the eyes of others…you are?”

“Avishi, the Ganamukhyaa of Ashtagani.”

“But he said that you are a traitor’s…”

Avishi glared back at him showing no inclination to explain. She saw Vyala sit on the stone seat next to where she sat.

“If Khela does not find a proof of your death soon, we would have to incur his wrath! An atrocity against the outcasts would not even be seen as a transgression by anyone.” His lips pursed for a long moment.

Avishi wondered if he expected a solution from her. Something she would have to help him out if she had to escape alive. But before she or Vyala could speak, a sound of heavy anklets was heard. Avishi turned to her right and saw a young woman, not older than seventeen autumns scurry and then clutch at her bulging belly. Her arrival only seemed to increase the gloom on the faces of both the men.

“Brother Vyala, did he not come with you?” Her shrill voice made Avishi think she was even younger than she looked. And impregnated at this age?

“Go back to your room, Majjari.” Vyala hissed.

But Majjari was in no mood to heed her brother’s words. She eyed Avishi, her head tilted to left and brows knitting. Her eyes then brightened.

“So, he sent me a slave!”

“Majjari!”

“Slave, do you know how to groom my hair the way Queens do?” Majjari approached Avishi taking her arm. “And mind you, slaves don’t sit when their mistress stands!”

Avishi had decided that her patience was at its tail end when she saw Vyala hurry and pull Majjari away, making her wince at his grip.

“Listen, you disgrace! Nobody is going to slave for you! Scurry back to your room and dare not show that inauspicious face of yours again!”

Majjari shook his arm away with a hiss. “Wait till I become the Queen, you, worthless dog!” Her tone broke. “I shall make Khela punish you! I bear his prince! Mind you!” The fierce frown stayed on her forehead long after she countered her brother. Avishi saw Manduka intervene and lead Majjari away with endearments that one would use with a toddler.

Vyala’s shoulders slumped.

“You let Khela impregnate your own sister.” Avishi shook her head at Vyala. “Lord Vyala, where do I even begin?”

“You are nobody to judge us Ganamukhyaa. Khela promised us a slow integration with his military if…”

“You loot and kill for him? He gets the spoils hiding behind the dread of Dandaka?”

Vyala’s jaw clenched. “You’ve never been to Dandaka, Ganamukhyaa Avishi. If you did, you would… Why in the name of Mother earth am I even justifying myself to you.” Vyala gathered himself signalling at two other outcast followers. “Take her inside and treat her wound.” Turning to Avishi for a brief moment, he added with a tone of finality. “I shall do my best to not kill you, but I can’t afford Khela’s wrath on my people. Not now, Ganamukhyaa.”

Future still hung in balance. Avishi had to come to terms with the fact that any attempt to escape from here will only complicate things for her. And she truly needed her wound to be tended. The knife that wounded her might have rusted. Tears of frustration threatened to flow out of her eyes. She told herself to bide her time and regain her lost energy.

 
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Saiswaroopa Iyer is an IITian and Venture Capital professional turned author. Her debut novel Abhaya, published in 2015, was a tale set in the Mahabharata period, exploring the legend of Narakasura Vadha. She likes to focus and expand on ancient Indian stories with strong female characters.

 

 

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Stop the Strike- A Plea of an International Student!

I entered  this beautiful country almost 6 months back. I was excited and wanted to experience new things. Coming to Canada was my first step towards the type of education I wanted. It is not like that I was not happy with Indian style of Learning but still I wanted to see this Canadian lifestyle. The lifestyle my parents always wanted to give me but due to some reasons couldn’t. I took this big step during the peak of my career. The eagerness to learn always kept me moving. I was happy while I was meeting everyone at the airport. I didn’t shed a single tear because I knew I chose this path and there was no moving back. I quickly habituated myself to this culture of advanced learning.

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The college was exactly the way I wanted with some more additional facilities. The fees was high as compared to a Domestic Student but with the amount of education I was getting never pinched me. After sometime when I entered the second semester of Human Resource Management, talks about strike started. I hardly knew the consequence but I never wanted this to happen. The strike took place on October 15, 2017 and is still going on. Today is November 17, 2017. The faculty strike came out as a big blow for International Students. I took up a course for January intake in Centennial College Story Arts Centre. The worst part is, this course is available in Winter and Fall. With the situations going on, it is difficult for us to handle the things. When we students are hired, we are hired for only 20 hours per week and we are given minimum wages. Wage is not the issue, the issue is the time. As now we are free and can work full time. Though some work on cash as well as on sin but cash jobs are considered unjustified. I am not asking for anything here. But I feel my dream to study here is going in vain somewhere. I might have to repeat my semester where I would have completed the course in December. Ontario’s 24 colleges are on strike and not just one student but all the International Students are suffering from this. Our time, money is on stake. We all are worried about out future. Our backup plans are also going in vain. The first thing affects the other. My four months are wasted and after this my another four months will be wasted because the course I have taken is available straight in September now. I don’t know whether we will get compensation or not but still the biggest loss is the time.

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Think about those students who might have got their visas. Think about those whose parents have taken loans on student’s education. Everything seems to be going in vain. Many of my friends are going back to India because they feel it is a waste of time here. We don’t just have these expenses. We have to pay our rent too. It will be extended to 4 months more. Earlier GIC was our support but if these four months extended then for the next course we will not have GIC to support us. And in country like Canada, job is temporary. It changes from season to season.

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People who say we are having holidays and we are happy then to clear this out, we are more scared. We don’t show anything. We just glitter up and update pictures because we have families back home who will get more worried if we showed them this situation is going on. But for the authorities who are doing their best to resolve the strike, still there is no outcome. I don’t know who is right and who is wrong. But it is high time and we are suffering. If we start the semester again, we will feel as if all got failed and have to start again. This is more depressing. I just hope this strike ends soon. Even the students who were doing campus jobs are suffering more.

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Students should be refunded with some amount so that they can manage their expenses as in country like Canada 670$ for survival is not sufficient. Moreover, students should come forward and talk about their issues. Yesterday also teachers rejected the offer and the strike is going on.

If you are an International Student and want this strike to end so kindly share this post as much as you can so that some outcome should be taken.

Book Blitz of The Blue Unicorn;s Journey to Osm by Sybrina Durant

About the Book:

“The metal horned unicorns are doomed!” That’s
what Lauda Lead Horn wailed when she first saw the tribe’s new savior. OK, so
his horn was not metal. . .and he did not have a magic power. . .and he was
really a puny little runt. But doomed? Were things really that bad? 

Well, things were pretty bad in the land of
MarBryn. Magh, an evil sorcerer utilized unicorn horns and hooves to create his
magical potions and spells. Those he used, to increase his power and to conquer
everyone in his path. All of the unicorns from the Tribe of the Metal Horn were
now gone . . . except for twelve survivors. 

Before the blue unicorn was born, Numen told
Alumna, the aluminum-horned oracle, that he had a plan to bring the tribe back
home to Unimaise. His prophecy was, “Only the blue unicorn can join with the
Moon-Star. Until then, no new unicorns will be born.” Blue was the last unicorn
born. Twenty years later, his horn was still covered with a plain blue colored
hide. There was not a glint of metal to be seen on it or his hooves. And he
still didn’t have any magic. But he was no longer scrawny and he had his wits.
Though no one else in the tribe thought he had a chance, Blue felt ready to
make Magh pay for his evil deeds. And he went off to do it alone. That was
Blue’s first mistake. If the entire tribe was not standing horn-tip to horn-tip
at the proper time and the exact place to help usher the Moon-Star Spirit into
Blue’s horn, he would die. Then, the rest of the tribe would really be
doomed. 

Readers will follow along two journey paths in
this book. Blue is joined in his travels by his mentor Gaiso, the Stag and his
friend, Girasol the Firebird as they try to find their way across a
danger-filled MarBryn to Muzika Woods. The rest of Blue’s tribe is forced to
follow another route due to Nix Nickle Horn’s unfortunate incident with a
Manticore. Nix, the great unicorn defender must safely lead the way for Ghel,
the Golden-Horned unicorn; Silubhra Silver Horn; Cornum the Brass-Horned
unicorn; Steel Horned Style; Cuprum the Copper-Horned unicorn; Tin-Horned
Tinam; Dr. Zinko; Iown the Iron-Horned unicorn and the others in an action
packed adventure to their destination in Muzika Woods. Both journey paths
converge there in the Nebulium Circle.


About the Author:

I’m Sybrina. . .. .
.Just one of millions of wannabe author/singer/songwriters out there but I
hope, after reading or hearing my books and songs, you’ll think my
contributions to the world have as much value as any other famous artist out
there today. 

 

Fame is all in being in the right place at the right time but at least with the
internet and venues like this, all of us have opportunities to share our
creativity with the world. I’m so happy that I am able to share my works with
you. That is awesome!

 

The books I’ve written span a wide range between illustrated picture books,
coloring books and YA novels to technical and how-to books. If you’re so
inclined you can read a little bit about the inspiration for each one below.


My latest effort is
“The Blue Unicorn’s Journey To Osm. It is a book I started writing 30 something
years ago and never finished. At the time, it was meant to be an epic fantasy
along the lines of novels written by Tolkien, Piers Anthony, Ursula K. Le Guin
and other amazing fantasy writers. I’ve pulled out my notes, dusted off the
outline and began rewriting and expanding upon the 50 pages I had began. This
story is now available as an Illustrated Book for teens and older readers in
full color and in black and white, too. The black and white version is a
“Read and Color” book. Read a chapter, then color the following
pages. How fun is that? There is also a picture book for pre-schoolers called
Unicorns From Unimaise – The Magical Metal-Horn Trobe. A longer version of the
chapter book will soon be available as an Illustrated Novel with a companion
glossary called, The Marbryn Compendium. All of the fantastic fantasy
illustrations are by Dasguptarts. There is also a companion coloring/character
description book, edited by Calyie Martin. It will introduce potential readers
to the myriad of characters, places and things in the story.

 
 

 

Book Blitz of Water Boarding by Bragadeesh Prasanna

Print Length: 292 pages
Publication Date: October 8, 2017
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English
ASIN: B075W9WBVR

 

 

As a torture technique, Waterboarding involves the torturer to pour water over the face of the captive, over a damp towel to give a sensation of drowning. While the mind knows that he is not actually drowning, the captive’s body sends contrasting signals to the brain making it a very painful experience.Ved, who just got out of a life-changing accident finds out that he has blank spaces in his memory. He is unsure about his past and uncertain about his future but goes through with the present with the help of his friend Sara. Sara slowly builds Ved’s past, filling him with people and instances he had forgotten.

As Ved struggles with the financial strain caused by his accident and subsequent medical bills and figuring out whom to trust, Ved is forced to live in the moment, which is dark, terrifying and maddening as his past catches up with him. Will he finally know who he was and how his past actions affect his present?

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


Bragadeesh Prasanna is a Chennai based writer, who blogs, writes short stories and sometimes lets his stories stretch itself to become a full fledged novel.  His romance novel, 300 days, which released in 2016, received generally positive reviews.  He had also contributed to different short story anthologies like After the Floods (Published by sixth sense publication), From Chennai, with Love (Curated by Chennai Bloggers Club)
When he is not writing or dreaming about writing, he runs a marketing agency in Chennai, which specializes in digital marketing. He loves his scotch and coffee, chicken biriyani, Rose milk and Chennai. You can just type in his full name in Google search bar to reach his blog. No, seriously, try it.

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Book Review of The Untold Story by Ridhi Drolia

The Untold Story by Ridhi Drolia is a sweet romantic fiction which is beautifully narrated using third person narrative. The book allures the readers with its amazing descriptions and the flow.

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Cover: The cover of the book is appealing and the way with which the color scheme is used makes it great. The couple seems so much in love and the blush of the guy shows their bond.

Title: The title ‘The Untold Story’ is the main highlight of the book. The whole book revolves around it and the author has beautifully maintained this intact. Plus, the sub title, ‘ A tale of True Love and Beyond’ gives us a hint about the main theme but never explains clearly.

BlurbLove comes in different forms. But in all its forms, it comes with various challenges. Only those who can combat those challenges are true lovers. 

The Untold Story is the tale of Vihaan and Riaa. Vihaan falls for Riaa’s charms at first sight and brings to her life crazy adventures and madness. They soon emerge as two hearts with one soul and their intimate fantasies begin to unravel in exotic places. 

Their bond experience more downs than ups. These unexpected twists and turns bring Vihaan and Riaa closer and their romantic tale turn into one of lifetime bonding. 

The story takes a drastic turn after the lovely couple is blessed with a baby boy. It should be a joyous moment, but instead, haunting memories of Vihaan’s own childhood break out as a fresh wound in his mind. 

Read the novel to know what could make a father unhappy in the happiest moment of his life and how he combats his fear.

Theme: The story rotates around three themes. One theme is love which we notice between Ria and Vihaan. The way they handle their stuations is mind blowing. Even a real life should take some notes from this fictional couple. The other theme is never ending friendship between Tanya and Vihaan. Tanya is the narrator of the story and she cannot hear bad about her friend so she starts telling about him. The third theme is of a social issue for which you need to read the book.

Style: Ridhi follows really simple and clear style of writing where she has expressed her thoughts without using any fancy words. This shows that she doesn’t want to complicate her thoughts or glitter them behind fancy words. She has used third person narrative style and further a story within a story technique. The descriptions are eye catching and keeps us hooked till the end.

Although we have so many good things about this book but still I feel the story could have been better. The plotline was not that strong. The characters of Ria and Tanya were not fully developed. I felt the ending could have been different. It didn’t make much sense to me. The grammatical errors could have been rectified with another round of editing. Overall, it was one time read.

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Book Blitz of The Guardian by Anna Del

Title: The Guardian
Genre: Romantic
Suspense
Author: Anna del
Mar
Publisher:
Mermaid Press
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From the Amazon
Bestseller author of The Asset and The Stranger, comes The Guardian.
Game Warden Matthias Hawking is a
decorated ex-SEAL engaged in a grueling fight against ruthless poachers in
Africa. He’s short on resources and long on enemies. There’s a price on his
head. The last thing he needs is the unexpected arrival of a beautiful but
stubborn journalist threatening to uncover his secrets, an alpha female
challenging his alpha male and getting into trouble, a hurricane wearing boots.
Jade Romo is a veteran of several
different kinds of war. She’s survived her heroin-addicted mother, the foster
care system, and the conflict in Afghanistan. Jade’s tough, confident, cynical,
and self-reliant, a woman who doesn’t believe in forevers. But when she defies
the poachers and lands at the top of the warlord’s kill list, she’s forced to
rely on the skilled, attractive but supremely infuriating game warden who has
captivated her body’s undivided attention.
Haunted by his past but driven by
his courage, her mysterious guardian will do anything in his power to protect
the woman who has captured his heart.
About the Author:
 
Amazon Bestselling author Anna del Mar writes hot, smart
romances that soothe the soul, challenge the mind, and satisfy the heart. Her
stories focus on strong heroines struggling to find their place in the world
and the brave, sexy, kickass heroes who defy their limits to protect the women
they love.
A Georgetown University graduate, Anna enjoys traveling,
hiking, skiing, and the sea. Writing is her addiction, her drug of choice, and
what she wants to do all the time. The extraordinary men and women she met
during her years as a Navy wife inspire the fabulous heroes and heroines at the
center of her stories.
When she stays put—which doesn’t happen very often—she
splits her time between Colorado and Florida, where she lives with her
indulgent husband and a very opinionated cat.
 
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