I had the pleasure of beta-reading this enchanting novella and it left me with a smile. Let's celebrate its release!
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​Genre: Women’s Fiction
Length: 75 pages (novella)
Format: Kindle edition

Blurb

Koel is almost 40 years old and too old to be married — according to Indian society. She's a successful lawyer and a bookworm and quite happy living like a nun until she meets Ranbir Ray. Significantly older than her, Ranbir is hot and sweet and full of pleasant surprises. Can Ranbir teach Koel about life, love and happiness in this heartwarming, fun romance?

Excerpt
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That ended our privacy as we found Reema and Aditi waiting impatiently. They had a table for four next to the bar. Ranbir greeted them politely, waiting for me to slide into the sofa before he sat on it too. We were like the perfect couple. So fast. So well dressed. Familiar with each other and getting more familiar at speed.
We ordered drinks and sushi. Ranbir stole glances and smiles at me, wrapping one arm around my waist until the drinks came. Aditi shamelessly measured his every movement. Reema asked him about his business. I was ignored.
Devouring my sushi, I listened to Ranbir describe his struggles setting up business in a political culture like Kolkata and how hard it had been at first. Reema was in awe. 
Ranbir asked about Reema’s work. He said he was aware of the competition in her field and knew of some of her campaigns. That won her over. Aditi was quiet until she interrupted with a silly question.
“So Ranbir, do you think my friend and you have a future together?”
I was livid. This age gap thing was getting out of hand. I asked her to apologise. However, Ranbir wasn’t annoyed. Or he was not showing it. Instead, he told me an apology wasn’t necessary.
“Aditi is concerned about her friend. It’s a good thing,” he acknowledged.
Ranbir really was a kind man. Glaring at my friend, I waited for his answer.
Clearing his throat, he confirmed that yes, we did have a future together. 
“You see, Aditi, at my age, you don’t spend too much time thinking about what you want -- you just go after it. What I mean to say is that, I have fallen hard for your friend and I intend to keep her by my side for a long time.”
How beautiful. Tears hit my eyes. Happy tears from the heart. I saw Reema and Aditi control their tears too. Ranbir hadn’t used the word ‘love’ but I knew what he meant. I felt the same way about him from that day at the bookstore and coffee shop.
Aditi took a swipe at her eyes and asked him what a long time meant at our age.
Taking my hand in his, he declared, “It means for as long as your friend wants to be with me.”
The three of them all looked at me. I said thank you. Everyone burst out laughing. Aditi behaved well for the rest of the meal. Afterwards, Ranbir dropped her home before he dropped me. She said sorry. Dismissing it with a wave of his hand, he handed her a chocolate bar. He joked, “Now don’t say thank you, Uncle, please.”
We couldn’t stop howling. He was so funny!
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​Sudesna (Sue) Ghosh is an author based in Kolkata, India. She is a graduate of University of Rochester and an ex-journalist. When Sue isn’t reading or writing, she is busy doing her best to keep her rescue cats happy.
You can find her on Twitter @sudesna_ghosh and on Instagram @sudesna_meow

Title: A Night at Achanakmar (Jungle Series Book2)
 
Author: Paromita Goswami
 
Genre: Spooky,  Horror,  Supernatural
 
Blurb:
 
Maya and her family set out for a weekend trip to Amarkantak. However, due to foggy weather and some unexpected delays later, they end up lost in the jungle. With dusk fast approaching and no way to find help in a no-network zone, their car breaks down. Will they survive or will something untoward happen to them in the mysterious jungle of Achanakmar?
Join the family in this road-trip of a lifetime that will leave you puzzled forever.

Jungle Series – Get ready to be assaulted!

Grab Your Copy @ getbook.at/aNightatAchanakmar
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​Paromita Goswami is a writer and storyteller by passion and a rebel by choice. She says the world is full of stories and as a writer she loves to pen them down. Her work is not genre specific. From literary fiction to children book to paranormal thriller and women fiction, Paromita Goswami‘s books offer the variety of life to her readers. Besides writing, she is also the founder of a reading club that enhances book reading habit in children. She lives in central India with her family.

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The fabulous Belinda Missen and I discovered on Twitter that we have quite some writing-related things in common. For example, we both love heroines with red hair, as well as international romance. I wrote a guest post on her blog about the challenges and fun of exotic settings. You can read it here. Today, Belinda shares why sometimes it makes sense to focus on a story in your hometown instead.
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I know that, recently, we’ve spoken a lot about international romance and how much we both love it. It seems to be a pattern with me that, if I’m not writing stories set in my local town and surrounds, then I’ve got Australian girls packing up and heading overseas to meet the love of their life. Two of my books, An Impossible Thing Called Love and One Week ‘til Christmas (coming very soon) feature exactly that. And, really, that’s not such a bad deal, is it?

There’s something special about international romance. From the first tingling of adventure as you slip your passport over the airport check-in counter, to the screech of aircraft tires as you race to a halt on your receiving runway, and how can we forget the first flutter of the heart when you find yourself face-to-face with someone thought long gone, or someone completely news. There’s just something exciting about exploring new locales, and the feelings that go along with that – let alone with the added excitement of romance on top of it.

Still, what if you’re writing about a love in a town that’s old and familiar like a favourite pair of shoes? What if it’s a love that’s not quite gone, but buried very deep under boxes of old memories and layers of hurt and neglect? How exactly do you make that happen? Well, it’s exactly what I thought I’d try with A Recipe for Disaster.

For the first half of 2017, I’d been in a bit of a writing slump. I’d self-published four books in two years, and things were beginning to wear a bit thin. It had been a massive learning curve, full of bumps and bruises and unrealised potential, and I had to decide what I was going to do in the future.

HQDigital kind of made that decision for me when they ran a Twitter ‘competition’ for authors interested in pitching their novels. With nothing left to lose, and with great prodding from a friend, I pitched three novels and provided a sample of what became A Recipe for Disaster.
From conception to release, the book took about twelve months, cover to cover. One of the things I mulled over was: where am I going to set this book?

I could have picked London, but some of the themes wouldn’t have worked. With everywhere in Europe just a short flight away, it would have changed the book significantly. I thought about creating my own fictional town along the Great Ocean Road. It wasn’t until I went to a local bookshop that I made a decision: I’d set the book in my town.

It was part laziness and part hearing another author talk about setting their books in Queensliff. Dorothy Jackson explained that she didn’t often come across Geelong and surrounds in literature, and she was right. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Geelong in a book, except for perhaps The Biographer’s Lover. And I know I certainly hadn’t seen Inverleigh in a book.
So, off I went.

One of the biggest challenges for me was getting the town just right. It’s easy enough to walk around here everyday and take in the big picture, but what I needed was the minutiae. I needed to be able to draw Inverleigh in such a way that people across the other side of the world would be able to picture her in decent enough detail.

People had to feel the rush of a log truck on the narrow bridge as they come into town, or the see the yellowing lights in the old bluestone pub or smell the fresh chips cooking in the milk bar. We have a small suspension bridge that’s a little wobbly and a steep ascent into the new estate. If you’re not fit, it’ll take you by surprise (it still gets me sometimes).

Also, I think a lot of people have a love/hate relationship with their hometowns. I’m not exception to that rule. There are things I love: a reasonably affordable mortgage, space for Shane’s shed, and being in a small town. Conversely, some of the things I don’t love are: being in a small town (politics et al), being so far from the middle of town, the cost of fuel.

If I was going to write a book though, I had to get past the negatives and shine some love on Inverleigh and Geelong. And, honestly, it wasn’t that hard.

All I had to do was think back to the first times I saw both locations. As a teenager, my friend and I would come to Geelong often. We’d climb into her car, grab some snacks, and make our way around the bay as if it were some weekend excursion we might not come back from.

I remember feeling like such a tourist as we drove around the big roundabout at the top of Mercer Street that’s since been replaced by traffic lights. We looked around in awe at this city that was so much like Melbourne, but also so far removed from it and, yet, we were so close to the suburb we grew up in just thirty kilometres up the road.

And, so, that’s where a lot of my descriptors for Geelong come from; the love of the red brick buildings that now house shopping centres, the big grassed spaces near the waterfront, and the lights of the city at night. Some new favourites made it into the book, too, just because I love wandering around our laneways and finding new places to eat.
Okay, so onto Inverleigh before I keep you all here ALL day (and I’m aware it’s starting to look like that).

There’s a lot to love around here. I took long walks to reacquaint myself with the suburb and its surrounds. I can do a reasonable lap of our town in two hours. It’s a ten-kilometre loop, and I can cover a lot of the different faces of Inverleigh in that time.

As I start off for my walk, I’ll pass the old miner’s cottage that served as inspiration for Lucy and Oliver’s first home. It’s tight and cosy and, if I used my imagination, I could picture it as warm and welcoming, a chain of smoke billowing from a stoked fire. Combine that with their shared love of cooking, and you’ve got a cosy home indeed.

Soon, I pass a paddock of cows and llamas and cross the suspension bridge. If you get it at the right time of day, light dapples through the trees above and tinkles from the small creek that runs underneath.

There’s a scene in A Recipe for Disaster that has Lucy and Oliver crossing the bridge and climbing the steep hill to a party in the newer estates. While the bridge doesn’t bother me, the hill certainly does. It takes a good bit of practice before I can take that hill in one fell swoop.

Compared to the older part of town with lots of weatherboard homes and 1980s brick veneer marvels, the new estate on the hill is fall of large sprawling houses, spruce trees, and some fancy architecture – some of which served as inspiration for the house and party Lucy and Oliver attend.

Of course, a long lap of town isn’t complete without a trip to the pub. It’s one of the first places mentioned in A Recipe for Disaster, but certainly not one we can get. Recently refurbished, you can get great meals and cold drinks here. It is bluestone and beautiful and, when recent rains threatened flooding, it was the first place sandbagged.

I think that last, but certainly not least, the centrepiece of the novel: the café. A lot of people have asked if I drew inspiration from our local café, Red Door. The answer is yes and no. I adore the building, and I can see exactly how Lucy’s and Oliver’s restaurant dreams would fit into it. It’s in the exact spot I pictured their café being – just in the slip lane off the Hamilton Hwy/High Street, and a short walk from the miner’s hut they lived in.

I could picture Oliver mopping floors, a slightly different floorplan, and Patrick carting a circular saw around, pencil behind his ear and getting his Han Solo attitude on. Most of all, I could picture it as a nice homage to that homely thing I love to do – baking . . . but I’ll save the baking chat for later.
 
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Photo of Inverleigh Pub: me
Photo of A Recipe for Disaster: me
Photo of Red Door Café from: https://tetkelly.wordpress.com/2013/09/14/a-knock-on-red-door-cafe/
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​Get the book here: mybook.to/TheLostPrincessBook
Blurb:
HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO PROTECT THE ONE YOU LOVE?
Ishaani, the newly crowned nightingale of the Indian music industry has it all: a dream career, a loving family and loyal friends. Yet, the man she has loved all her life will not warm up to her.
Rajeev, a hotshot movie director, has feelings for Ishaani. But she is his sister's best friend and has been like another sibling to him. Yet, what can he do if he feels compelled to make her his own?
Then, Ishaani's life changes overnight. She is no longer a lowly commoner but a princess.
She has to make some tough decisions to protect the man she loves.
Her choices lead them both down a path filled with shocking revelations and devastating consequences.
Will true love prevail?
Or will the many twists of fate tear them apart?
 
Excerpt:
Talking to your best friend can be excellent therapy. But it can be a headache if you’re in love with your best friend’s brother. Ishaani was realizing it the hard way.
"I saw the screenshot you sent. I can’t believe that idiot replied with a ‘thank you’ to your WhatsApp-essay! Why are you wasting your time on that slob? I’m ashamed to call him my brother…"
Ishaani moved her mobile phone away from her ears as Rashi’s voice began to grow shriller and louder by the minute.
"Girl... don't shout. I can hear you alright. I didn’t write an essay, okay? And he might be busy." Ishaani rolled her eyes and cursed herself mentally. In her eagerness to get over her frustration, how did she forget that Rashi loved to troll her brother?
"It qualifies as an essay. It might not get an A if you submitted to Mrs Ellen. But it would definitely win a prize for the longest and cutest WhatsApp message till date."
Ishaani chuckled. After putting the phone on speaker, she placed it on her bed. Picking up a scrunchy from her dresser-drawer, she rolled up her long hair into a top bun. Their high school English teacher Mrs Ellen would have called it purple prose. But a girl had to say what she had to say. Who texted perfect literary pieces to crushes? Long winding flowery sentences with a lot of smilies and ellipses were her style. Before writing to him, she had watched Rajeev’s ZBC television interview twice. And she could be eloquent when she wanted. No wonder Rashi had called it an essay.
"You know your brother's word quota per day. I’m happy he replied this time. Usually, I have to be content with the blue tick." Her silly heart raced when blue ticks appeared on the WhatsApp-messages she sent him. How pathetic!
Ishaani lived by only one rule. She welcomed anything that put her in the vicinity of her long-time crush, Rajeev Ratnam. The elusive movie director who owned her heart. It didn’t bother her that he either ignored her or treated her like a mere acquaintance when they met in public. And when she happened to meet him at his home, he treated her like he treated Rashi. Like a kid who needed guidance at every point in her life. Yet she always rallied her spirits by focusing on what was important. She loved him. Nothing else mattered.
"Keep munching the crumbs he throws at you and he would never treat you to a proper meal."
"No worries. I will cook him a lavish dinner instead. One day soon," Ishaani said, sounding more confident than she actually felt.
"Don't waste your culinary expertise on him. Cook Mughlai biriyani this Sunday. I’m coming."
"Done. What will I get in exchange?"
"What do you want?"
"Full details about his shooting schedule." That way, she could accidentally bump into him without appearing too clingy.
"Say whaat? Not interested in the list of the handsome actors he roped in?
"Nope." Why the heck would she need a list of handsome men when she had lost her heart to ‘the most handsome one’ among the lot.
“Aren’t you interested in the list of the actresses who might throw themselves at him?"
“Not at all.”
"You know what? You’re a tragedy waiting to happen."
Ishaani snorted and bid her friend goodbye before disconnecting the call.