Week2 – Post17 – GameOfBlogs by BlogAdda

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A TIME TO KILL

Read the Previous post by Sumi here.

 

Really! Some people have no civic sense or basic etiquette, thought Tara as she heard the door open with force. She turned back and glared at the girl who walked in, invading the privacy she had needed with the police commissioner. Not that the commissioner was here though. She had been kept waiting without any explanation whatsoever. If this can happen to a high profile reporter like her, God knows what happened to the common people.

 

She saw a sense of recognition pass through the girls’ eyes. So this girl knew who she was. Tara, though, didn’t recognize seeing this girl anywhere before. Maya. That’s what her ID card read. But however much Tara thought about it, she couldn’t recall seeing this Maya covering any news. Maybe she’s a new recruit, Tara thought, and turned back to face the empty leather chair with a white towel on its headrest.

 

“I’m so glad to meet you Tara Ma’m”. Tara turned toward the girl and smiled at her, before turning back again.

“Are you here because of your kidnapping? Have they figured out who the culprit is?”

“I have no idea. I’m yet to meet the commissioner you know. As you can see, he’s not here.”

“You’re so brave, getting yourself free and running away like that! I really admire you, Tara Ma’m”

“Thank you, Maya. Do you also have an appointment with the commissioner?”

“Errr…Umm…”

“Here to get some inside scoop, are you?”

Tara smiled as she saw Maya fidgeting with her ID and glasses. “Are you here for my kidnapping or for the bomb blast?”

“No. No. I mean, of course your kidnapping and the blast in the city is big news, but other reporters are covering these. I’m here about the murder.”

“Murder?”

“Oh! You don’t know about the murder? They found a dead body from the sea, no? Wanted to know if they got his identity yet.”

As Tara turned back to face the commissioner’s empty chair, Jennifer smirked. “You’re not the only one with news, bitch” she thought.

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This is the last chapter of Week 2. Will update the link to the next chapter as it goes up next week.

 

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Week 2 – Post 15 – #GameOfBlogs in BlogAdda

Team Blog-o-holics’ A TIME TO KILL

Blog-o-holics Read the previous part of this story by Rubina Ramesh here

 

Getting Roohi out of the hospital and in her hired car was an easy feat. She just did what she was best at. Lied. Her appearance helped of course. It always did. The DSLR hanging on her neck was her best mate. It helped her to lie and get away with it too. She had just needed to tell Roohi that she was her mother’s friend and may know where Tara might have gone. Roohi was so enthusiastic to see her mother that she came along happily. Now she must take care to not arouse the kids suspicion. At least not till they reached her hideout. Once inside, she would make sure that Roohi was out of her way. At least till her mission was accomplished. A smile came on Jennifer’s lips as she thought of what she was about to do, without anybody suspecting her. She had the perfect plan ready. She would do all the crimes but the suspicion will fall on somebody else. Ha! That love-sick bastard. And he had the audacity to tell her that she was his subordinate? She would show him who was the boss!

As she reached her rented apartment in the suburbs, she held Roohi’s hand and they walked up the stairs. She didn’t take the upper floors since they made a difficult escape route. Running down ( or simply jumping from the balcony) was so much easier when you lived on the first floor and were in a hurry to run. That situation might or might not come but the smart ones were always prepared for the worst.

Once inside the apartment she made Roohi sit comfortably on the couch and put on the Disney TV channel. As Mickey Mouse filled up the screen, her apartment sounded of Roohi’s giggles. Jen smiled at the child but strangely, this time the smile did not reach her eyes. She went into the kitchen, warmed some milk and then put a sleeping pill in it.
“Roohi, you must be hungry. Here, Have some milk and cookies”, Jen said as she handed the glass of milk to the kid.
“When will mumma come here?”
“She’ll be here in 10 minutes beta. Now, drink the milk and enjoy the show”
Jen took the comfortable bean bag as Roohi settled on the couch with her milk mug. This time Jen was really smiling as she watched Roohi’s eyelids droop as sleep finally overcame her nimble body.

“Now, some more work left to do.” Jen picked Roohi up and took her to the bedroom. She laid down the child on a single bed. “I have to keep the kid drugged at all times.” She took out some syringes ad vials and laid them by the bedside table. “A shot a day will keep Roohi out of the way”. Then she opened her laptop and put in the password to login. She had a feeling that she was missing something in this whole deal, some important detail that had skipped her mind. She opened Cyrus’s blog again. She wished she had paid more attention to the cyber tracking classes back at the training camp. There was something wrong about Cyrus. Something amiss. He behaved too surely for a law student. Jen had never seen a student so comfortable in his own shoes. Blogs were the best way to track someone nowadays. People are too careful about their facebook profiles but not too careful about their blogs. As Jen clicked one link after another, she stumbled upon an article. Where has she read the same article? Was Cyrus guilty of plagiarism? Suddenly all was clear in an instant! That article was from Aryan Ahuja, Dutta family’s neighbor. And no, Cyrus wasn’t a plagiarist! He wasn’t a law student either. It was just a disguise. He was Aryan, the super cop from ATS! No wonder Mr. Ahuja kept such a low profile. Now, that’s a secret she would be well-paid for!

Jen thumped the table in victory and rose up in a hurry. She paced the bedroom floor taking swift steps, planning out her next move. Thinking done, she went in front of the mirror and started taking off her own disguise. Well, it wasn’t really a disguise if you think about it, but usually men didn’t think! She took off her numerous bead necklaces and bracelets hugging her wrists. The shorts and the tank top followed. Jen let her hair down and braided it in a single plait. Then she took out a full sleeved cotton salwar kamiz and wore it. Her tattoo and body covered and accessories removed, she didn’t look like Jen anymore. She was just a commonplace girl nobody noticed. Good. Now she must be out on her mission. She must gather information on the Mishra murder case, how far the police has reached. Giving a shot to Roohi as a precaution, Jen took the dupatta and left her apartment, locking it behind her.

 

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Read the next part of the story by Sumi Thomas Here.

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Week1 – FirstPost – #GameOfBlogs by BlogAdda

Team Blog-o-holics’ first entry.

 

Walking on high heels can be a pain, thought Tara, as she stopped to adjust the straps of her wedges. She placed a hand on little Roohi’s shoulders for support as she struggled with them. Everything in place, they started walking, Tara almost dragging her 9 year old daughter. “Hurry up, Roohi, or we’ll be late for school.” Roohi, however, tried to walk at her slowest, hoping against hope that they’ll be so late that she could ultimately skip school. Who wants to go to school when you haven’t done the homework and were asked to get a note on your diary signed by your parents but didn’t, right? She hoped her class teacher would somehow ignore what she did on her friend’s back with colors yesterday. Her hopes were soon in vain as she saw the Convent building looming nearby.

Tara heaved a huge sigh of relief as she tightened the ribbons on Roohi’s two ponytails and packed her off at the school’s entrance. “Try not to be naughty today, Roohi!” she called after her daughter. She adjusted her large designer tote while watching Roohi disappear inside the building and then decided to walk the remaining distance to her office, which was nearby. She worked at Headlines Today and loved her job, especially since it offered her flexible hours and a fat cheque at the end of the month. It’d have been so easier if Shekhar also worked full time at some job, she thought. But 10 years ago she had taken the plunge knowing full well that Shekhar would be writing full-time. It meant irregular pay but she was glad he could stay at home and look after their daughter. You can’t trust the nannies these days. Look at all the news reports coming in where children were abused by their tutors & nannies.

As she walked immersed in her thoughts she started feeling a little uneasy. You know the feeling you get when someone watches you intently? She turned to look but nobody was around at this early hour. Except a morning walker wearing grey track pants and a black hoodie who was sitting on a stone bench, texting. Tara shrugged and dismissed the feeling. It must be the fight she had with Shekhar today. Or maybe the one she had had with the Autowallah. She must give credit to Shekhar though. Whenever they fought, he was always the first one to hug her and say sorry, his graphite eyes ever smiling through his thin golden specs. But the Autowallah! She felt her blood boil as she recalled their argument earlier. First of all he had the audacity to ask for 300 Rs. just to go a few km. And then when she had bargained, he had spit his paan right next to where she stood, as if the whole world was a giant spittoon! Poor chap will always remember the lecture he got this morning on manners, she thought. All this could’ve been avoided if only Shekhar had remembered to take the car to the mechanic for repairs. All these years and she still wasn’t used to living with a writer!

She felt the sensation again as if she was being watched. She increased her pace a little, her heels making a clack-clack sound on the cemented pavement. Her office was on the next block after the traffic signal. She could see the tall building with the hoardings but it would take 6-7 minutes to cover the distance on foot. Suddenly, she became aware of another sound matching her pace, not very distinct but certainly there. She stole a glance backwards and caught a glimpse of a tall, slim figure wearing a black hoodie. Was it the same man she saw earlier? Her heart leapt to her mouth and she could hear her blood pounding as sinister images formed in her head. She increased her pace as she noticed a chai-wallah opening his shop at a distance. Relief flooded her as she saw another person and decided to stop at the stall and ask for help if needed.

As she got near the shop, she felt the person behind her come closer every second, taking long strides. She felt as though she’d have a heart attack as the person overtook her, slightly grazing her shoulders, when she reached the shop. She stopped abruptly and heaved a sigh of relief. Really, wearing a hoodie isn’t a crime you know, she chastised herself on her childishness. The hoodie man must have been in a hurry.

She walked at a leisurely pace to her office and headed straight to the washroom to straighten her formal shirt and fix her lipstick. It wouldn’t do to appeared flushed in front of her colleagues. After she applied some gloss on her lips, she moved over to the window and opened it a little to get some fresh air in her system and calm her frazzled nerves.

Was that a flash of a black hoodie she saw around the corner?

 

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My Black Wishlist

Since I teach at a high school I am up early mornings and now that the summer vacation is over, I’m back to the grinding routine. Even though I get up early everyday (yes, even Sundays!) you couldn’t call me a morning person. So what is it that helps me shake off my precious (sleep) in the wee hours of morning? Coffee, of course! And what if the delicious coffee came in a hilarious package? That would be a certain wake-me-up, is it not? Here’s Coffee with Grumpy Cat (pun intended!)

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I fell in love with this mug as soon as I saw it. Think this will make a wonderful addition to my ever-growing collection of coffee mugs, especially since it’s Black and has Grumpy cat, two of my favourite things in this world!

Once I’ve made my coffee I head towards the study for an early morning stint with my writing. Yes, #amwriting. Nothing like sipping aromatic coffee while writing down my first thoughts of the morning. I’m a pen-and-paper person and need the feel of solid metal scratching against white rough handmade paper to get my writing juices flowing instead of clacking keys on the notebook. Though I do that too, especially during NaNoWriMo when the word count pressure is too much to allow me to write on my journal and then type it up. But there’s nothing more soothing than to see the black ink making delicious curls on the paper. So the next three things on my wishlist are these:

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The journal is a bunch of unruled handmade paper stiched together in a black leather binding. Perfect for writing as well as for the times when I get the urge to doodle. The set of pens is my favourite brand, Pierre Cardin, and have black ink, my preferred color for writing. One is a Roller Ball where as the other one is a Ball Pen. The pen holder is also handmade black pottery with clever leather stitches, perfect for keeping my black beauties safe.

Now to my daily dose of reading. The next thing on my wishlist is the All New Kindle Fire 8.9″ HD Tablet. Isn’t it a beauty?

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Though I do LOVE my current Kindle PaperWhite and have enjoyed it immensely ever since I got it last December, I miss the colors of the book covers. The new Kindle Fire will make sure I can enjoy the colorful book covers as if I was holding the real book in my hands at the same time keeping me in touch with the Internet. The browser in my Kindle PW is an experimental one and doesn’t let me do a lot of things! This one will keep me well-read as well as connected! Not a deal to let go is it?

What are some of the things in your wishlist, black or not?

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Featured Author – Sundari Venkatraman on Tornado Giveaway

 

7th July, 2014

 

Sundari Venkatraman is the 7th Author in the Tornado Giveaway.She has decided to give 10 copies of her book to 10 lucky winners. To enter the Giveaway, see the bottom of this post. To see all the books that are part of the Tornado Giveaway – Click Here

 

 

 

 

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Sunita Rishi’s just turned twenty, having completed her graduation. She wants to fly free as a bird, explore career options and travel the world. Does she have a choice when Mamma & Pappa insist on arranging her marriage? Born in a rich business family steeped in tradition, Sunita has a tough job on her hands. Can she stop the tide?

 

Tall, dark and handsome, Akshay Malhotra is the catch of the decade. The only son of Billionaire Raj Malhotra, he’s in a strange fix. His father’s keen that Akshay meets Sunita with marriage in mind. He’s too close to his parents to say ‘no’ for the preliminary meeting. And then he comes face-to-face with Sunita….

 

Will Sunita be falling from the frying pan into the fire when she agrees to become The Malhotra Bride?

 

 

 

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Even as a kid, she absolutely loved the ‘lived happily ever after’ syndrome as Sundari grew up reading all the fairy tales she could lay her hands on, Phantom comics, Mandrake comics and the like. It was always about good triumphing over evil and a happy end. Soon, into her teens, she switched her attention from fairy tales to Mills & Boon. While she loved reading both of these, she kept visualising what would have happened if there were similar situations happening in India; to a local hero and heroine. 

 

Her imagination took flight and she always lived in a rosy cocoon of romance over the years. Then came the writing – a true bolt out of the blue! She could never string two sentences together. While her spoken English had always been excellent – thanks to her Grandpa – she could not write to save her life. She was bad at writing essays in both school and college. Later, when it was time to teach her kids, she could manage everything from Science to Mathematics and History & Geography. 

 

When it came to writing compositions, her kids found her of no help at all. All this changed suddenly one fine day in the year 2000. She had just quit her job at a school’s office and did not know what to do with her life. She was saturated with simply reading books. That’s when she got home one evening after her walk and took some sheets of paper and began writing. It was like watching a movie that was running in her head – all those years of visualising Indian heroes and heroines needed an outlet and had to be put into words. That’s how her first novel, The Malhotra Bride, took shape. 

 

With the advent of self-publishing, Sundari is the proud author of three books as on today. 

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Check out my review of this Romance here

 

 

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Featured Author on Tornado Giveaway – Devika Fernando

6th July, 2014

 

Devika Fernando is the 6th Author in the Tornado Giveaway.She has decided to give 10 copies of her book to 10 lucky winners. To enter the Giveaway, see the bottom of this post. To see all the books that are part of the Tornado Giveaway – Click Here

 

 

 

 

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Cathy has had enough. Having run away from her abusive husband, she tries to pick up the broken pieces of her life in a remote village, focusing on her dream to start her own cake business. Finding true love is the last thing on her mind. When she comes face to face with a man who looks exactly like the one she is struggling to forget, life throws the biggest challenge yet at her: Should she give in to his charm and care or is history going to repeat itself?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Almost as soon as Devika Fernando could write, she imagined stories and poems. After finishing her education in Germany and returning to her roots in Sri Lanka, she got a chance to turn her passion into her profession. Having lived in Germany and in Sri Lanka with her husband has made her experience the best (and the worst) of two totally different worlds – something that influences her writing. Besides being a romance novel author, she works as a German web content writer and as a translator. When she’s not writing, she’s reading or thinking about writing.

 

 

To know more about her: Blog | Facebook | Goodreads

 

 

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Featured Author on Tornado Giveaway – Reet Singh

5th July, 2014

 

Reet Singh is the 5th Author in the Tornado Giveaway.She has decided to give 10 copies of her book to 10 lucky winners. To enter the Giveaway, see the bottom of this post. To see all the books that are part of the Tornado Giveaway – Click Here

 

 

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Convenient boyfriend, inconvenient attraction!

 

Mita Ramphul can’t face another family set-up with a ‘nice young man’. What she needs is to divert her family’s attention so introducing the devastatingly handsome Tanay Devkumar as her new boyfriend is a stroke of brilliance. Until Tanay’s scorching hot kisses threaten to shatter her plans for the perfect pretend date. 

 

He might drive her crazy, yet spending time with Tanay sparks a passion Mita never knew she had. It’s only meant to be temporary, but when Tanay looks at her with that smoldering fire in his ebony eyes Mita can’t help but surrender to the temptation of her fake boyfriend.

 

 

 

 

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Reet has a romantic soul, partly genetic, but certainly attributable to the romantic fiction she devours by the kilo. When she’s not watching romcoms, or doing creative things with wool and a crochet hook, or playing Scrabble, she can be found in the kitchen putting together her ‘world-famous’ one-pot meals.

 

Married for three decades, her prototypical tall, handsome, and sensitive hero-husband still makes her heart skip a beat. Writing about love and happy endings feeds her romantic soul; hearing from her readers thrills her.

 

Having a mother that read to her, she paid it forward, telling bedtime stories to her sons and nieces until they grew too old too fast. As a reaction to them growing up before she knew what was happening, she began writing for older children, and has published children’s books on Amazon, for Kindle.

 

To know more about her:  Blog | Facebook | Goodreads

 

 

 

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Featured Author in Tornado Giveaway – Savannah Young for Wilde Riders

4th July, 2014

 

Savannah Young is our 4th Author in the Tornado GiveawayShe has decided to give 5 copies of her book to 5 lucky winners. To enter the Giveaway, see the bottom of this post. To see all the books that are part of the Tornado Giveaway – Click Here

 

 

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FOUR WILDE BROTHERSONE WILDE COUNTRY BAND

 

WILDE RIDERS is the first novel in a spicy new contemporary romance series about four sexy brothers, their small-town bar and their local country band. WILDE RIDERS can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as part of the SERIES.

Cooper Wilde spent his entire adolescence counting the days until he could escape rural northwest New Jersey. Now at 26, he can’t believe he’s coming back. But his late father’s bar, Haymakers, is in financial trouble and his older brother, Jake, has asked for Cooper’s help.

Riley Smith, 25, is fresh out of her Ivy League MBA program and wants to make an impression on her employer, H & C Bank. Her first solo assignment is a fraud investigation on a business loan they made to Haymakers.

Even though Old Town is less than 90 minutes from New York City, Riley feels like she’s stepped into another world in this remote, one-bar town. Riley can’t wait to do her business and get back to the city as quickly as her sports car will take heruntil she meets Cooper Wilde. He’s not like the other guys in this rural town and Riley feels inexplicably attracted to him.

 

 

 

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Romance novelist Savannah Young grew up in rural northwest New Jersey in a place very similar to the fictional Old Town, which is featured in her books. When she’s not at her computer creating spicy stories, Savannah is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds.

 

To know more about her: Blog | Facebook | Goodreads

 

 

 

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Featured Author – Sumeetha Manikandan with A Perfect Groom

3rd July 2014

 

Sumeetha Manikandan is our Third Giveaway Author.She has decided to give 10 copies of her book to 10 lucky winners. To enter the Giveaway, see the bottom of this post. To see all the books that are part of the Tornado Giveaway – Click Here

 

 

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Very little has gone right in Nithya’s young life. So, when a proposal from a young, handsome NRI comes along, her mother jumps at the opportunity and packs her daughter off to the US with her perfect groom.

 

Nithya seems to have settled in with Ashok, ostensibly happy, if as yet childless, in her new life. When an old flame comes back into her life, however, the cracks in her perfect marriage begin to show…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sumeetha Manikandan, a freelance content writer is an English literature graduate with a journalism and mass communication diploma. She lives in Chennai with her husband and daughter.

 

After a decade long career in dotcom industry, she started working as a content writer from home. She wrote her debut novel, ‘The Perfect Groom’ as a script for a serial, which she converted into a novella for Indireads.

 

To know more about her: Blog | Facebook | Goodreads

 

 

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Featured Author – Tasman Gibb on Tornado Giveaway July 2

2nd July 2014

 

Tasman Gibb is our second Giveaway Author.She has decided to give 10 copies of her book to 10 lucky winners. To enter the Giveaway, see the bottom of this post. To see all the books that are part of the Tornado Giveaway – Click Here

 

 

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Marlo Croft, canine behaviorist at the Dog Haven Sanctuary in Halo Peak, Washington, has her life neatly organized. The trauma of her past is well buried, her emotions tamped down, and rehabilitating and rehoming damaged and unwanted dogs gives her the focused, contained life that makes her feel secure.

 

The arrival of a new rescue dog, Justice, also brings the unwelcome distraction of a handsome stranger who is to shadow Marlo and Justice through the dog’s rehabilitation.

 

Suffering guilt over the death of his wife, New Zealander Adam Guildford’s short contract in the US to research dog fighting is what he hopes will pull him out of the limbo he has floundered in for the past four years. He arrives prepared to tackle the emotional and behavioral needs of the rescued dogs, but completely unprepared for the way his presence unnerves Marlo and awakens his own dormant feelings.

 

As they start to gain Justice’s trust, Marlo loosens her grip on her inner fears and the simmering attraction between her and Adam heats up. Adam works carefully to dismantle the emotional barricades Marlo erected, until one day he unwittingly delivers the horror from Marlo’s past straight to her doorstep, an action that tears the three of them apart.

 

 

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New Zealand-born, Tasman Gibb loves to write contemporary romance that very often features emotionally flawed heroines and heroes.  She lives in Auckland, but spends as much time as possible on the Coromandel Peninsula.  She shares a home with Mr Scott and Ed, an old, smelly rescue dog.  She battles an obsession with collecting antique dog photos and drooling over Victorian taxidermy, but refuses to admit that she’s losing that battle! Like all sensible people, Tasman has a fear of heights, and, through a misunderstanding, once had a job at a hang gliding school.

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