Friday, April 22, 2016

THE PASSOVER SURPRISE by Janet Ruth Heller. a fiction novel for younger readers.

As a Christian who's had a lifelong fascination with the Jewish roots of my faith, I'm happy to celebrate the 2016 Passover by reviewing THE PASSOVER SURPRISE by Janet Ruth Heller. This book, written for children, is set  during the Passover time,  during the era when the Civil Rights movement in the USA was making an imprint on the consciousness of the modern world. While it's set in a particular culture, during a particular time and place, its message is, in fact, universal.

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Lisa and her younger brother are in competition to see who will win the brand new stamp album. Lisa's father's decision to give the album to her younger brother hurts her a lot. But she decides to win her father over to her point of view by learning to understand him better and speaking to him when the time is right. Meanwhile, the family prepares for the Passover Festival with great excitement and joy. This story celebrates positive traditions like family and religlious festivals, while promoting universal values like love, understanding, respect for elders and family. At the same time there's a firm but gentle insistence that daughters are just as valuable to a family as sons are. A truly delightful read which will resonate with young Jewish readers, while educating non-Jewish readers about the traditions of one of the world's oldest religious festivals. It's a short read, but beautifully and simply written.

This book is also highly recommended for people who are interested in learning more about the USA during the Civil Rights struggle.

Friday, April 15, 2016

An Autograph for Anjali - Spotlight on the new release from Indian Author SUNDARI VENKATARAMAN

Sundari Venkatraman


Jayant Mathur is found murdered in his bed, shot at point-blank range with his own revolver. Though she’s extremely disturbed by his death, Jayant’s wife Anjali is way more upset about something else. Who stands to gain by killing the multi-millionaire businessman?

Parth Bhardwaj is a friend and neighbour of the Mathurs. Parth is an author who goes by a pseudonym. He appears more than a friend to Anjali; while he’s also on good terms with her son Arjun who lives and studies in the UK. What role does he play in Anjali’s life? Jayant’s relatives are curious to know.

Jayant’s brother-in-law Rana is convinced that Parth and Anjali are the murderers. But Inspector Phadke has his own doubts about this theory. In comes Samrat, the private detective who appears as quiet as a mouse. Will he be able to find the murderer?

Will Anjali find happiness and peace?

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In 2014, Sundari self-published The Malhotra Bride (2nd Edition); Meghna; The Runaway Bridegroom; Flaming Sun Collection 1: Happily Ever Afters From India (Box Set) and Matches Made In Heaven (a collection of romantic short stories).

2015 brought yet another opportunity. Readomania came forward to traditionally publish this book - The Madras Affair - a mature romance set in Madras.

An Autograph for Anjali, a romance with a touch of suspense, is also a self-published novel. Going a step further, the author has published the paperback version through Notion Press.

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Monday, April 11, 2016

Today, MBB welcomes back author Ella Carey, who's talking about her new release, THE HOUSE BY THE LAKE. Ella Carey is the author of that beautifully crafted novel THE PARIS TIME CAPSULE, which I enjoyed some time back.

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Ella,  please share a short bio with us.

I am an Australian writer. My debut novel was Paris Time Capsule and my second novel, The House by the Lake was released on March 29th, 2016 with Lake Union Publishing. I have degrees in Arts and in Music and I write full time. Other than that, my teenagers keep me incredibly busy! I love to read, walk and travel when I can- and I love spending time with my friends. One day, I will take up art classes, resume my French, and start playing the piano again, but for now, I am simply flat out!

What inspires your writing?

That is such a good question- I could say that everything inspires story ideas, but really, I’d have to say that for me it's travel, stories that people tell me and history that definitely gets me going. If I have an instinctive reaction to something, then often, I’m hooked and a story idea starts to develop. Stories choose me, not the other way around!  

What made you press on with this writing project when things were difficult? Because they must have been, sometimes.

Yes, you have difficult times while writing any book. Challenges come up- life gets in the way! But, the answer to what kept me going was my characters, and the belief that I had in this story. Once you become invested in characters, they really become dear to you. If letting them go out into the world once they are published is like putting your children on a train- then stopping writing about them would be like abandoning them completely. So, I just pushed on. 

Please sum up your plot in a tweet sized sentence

Anna Young is shocked when her grandfather reveals that she is part of a German aristocratic family who lost everything during the second world war. It is his ardent wish that she return there to retrieve a precious item he was forced to leave behind in 1940.

Future plans?

My third novel will be released with Lake Union in the US and on Amazon worldwide in October 2016, and Harlequin Australia will be releasing an Australian and New Zealand, print version of Paris Time Capsule in September 2016. I’m editing book three right now, and working hard on book four. Thank you so much for having me Maria!


 Anna is content with her well-ordered life in San Francisco. But her world is turned upside down when her beloved grandfather, Max, reveals a startling secret: Anna is part of an aristocratic family who lost everything during World War II. What’s more, Max was forced to leave behind a precious item over seventy years ago in their estate in old Prussia. It’s now his ardent wish that Anna retrieves it.
Anna burns with questions as she heads for Germany: What memento could be so important to her grandfather? And why did he keep their history hidden? As she searches for answers, she finds herself drawn to Wil, a man who may hold the key to unlock the mystery. Together they discover that her family’s secrets are linked with an abandoned apartment in Paris, and these secrets go deeper than she ever imagined.

Alternating between 1930s Europe and the present, The House by the Lake illuminates the destiny of a family caught in the tumult of history.

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Friday, April 1, 2016

Review: Mastered by Maya Banks

Title: Mastered
Author: Maya Banks
Publisher: Headline Eternal

This book is not a book I would have ever chosen to read. I was offered the opportunity to review and I accepted. I took it as a challenge. I realised it might be a little hard core, as I usually review romance. I can certainly say it's a well written book and that the plot is intriguing. The characters are memorable. But it features actual perversion and I'm afraid I'm pretty much a vanilla type in this realm of things. This basically confirms it.

This book is for the reader who enjoys BDSM, actually or virtually. I found the dominant/submissive relationship dynamic  to be completely disturbing and I skimmed and scanned the more risqué scenes. It also ventures into the area of ménage, which I found ... well, I’d rather not say, I’m afraid. Look, when it comes to consenting adults in private, I’m with you on that one. Be free to be who you truly are and all that. Only I’d rather not be there, if you don’t mind, unless I’m your lover. When it comes to consenting adults in private, the keyword or phrase for me, apart from consenting adults, is private.

Now if the author had done a Jane Austen and left the readers at the bedroom door, it would have, in any case, been an intriguing read, for me at least. I just could not figure out how Evangeline had such low self-esteem. How could she adore Drake so much when he’d virtually kidnapped her and made it his mission to dominate her?  And as for his telling her parents that he was going to make sure she was okay and that nothing bad would happen to her, well that was laughable. His way of showing love is grotesque in my humble opinion. And he’s foul mouthed. He can’t speak a sentence without using obscenity. And Vangie baby, she loves it! It doesn’t make sense. She came from a nice home, she had nice parents. How can she possibly enjoy punishment and humiliation? Drake is one man who enjoys utilising the riding crop, but there isn’t a horse in sight! The vision of Evangeline snuggling close to Drake after another night ‘on the rack’, telling him how much she adores him and will never leave him is puke-inducing.

Maya Banks is a talented writer who knows how to spin a yarn and build up tension. She certainly knows how to keep a reader hooked. But Drake and Evangeline both need to learn what real love is. I do hope they get there in the end. Evangeline needs to learn that love is not letting the man you love get an ego trip by causing you deliberate pain. And Drake needs to learn that loving someone is not controlling them.

The most amazing scenes in the story are in the closing moments. Drake, whose real business we never get to know, pushes Evangeline beyond her limits and she does the one sensible thing she should have done all along.

I stand by what I said about Maya Banks as an author and as a writer.  I guess I just wasn’t the right reader to appreciate this particular book.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Spotlight on Making Manna by Eric Lotke

Today, MBB welcomes author Eric Lotke and his new release, Making Manna. This post features an excerpt from the book.

Making Manna by Eric Lotke

The kindergarten classroom is bright with color. Sunny windows with rainbow curtains lookover a grassy playground. The floor is carpeted in blue, scattered with yellow throw rugs and purple pillows. In the center is a cluster of red tables with little green chairs; on each table sits a stack of paper, and jars with pencils, crayons, and little scissors with rounded points.
Angel stands by himself in the corner. His clothes are all new to him, but every one of them came used from Goodwill and the Salvation Army. The room is filled with kids, but nobody seems to notice Angel standing quietly.
Two girls in matching red Elmo sweaters greet each other with a hug, and chatter excitedly about a playgroup called LittleKinz. Two boys in Redskins jerseys dare each other to jump into the deep end of the pool when they get home. One tells the other that his parents can’t use their opera tickets on Saturday. “My mom said to tell your mom that you can have them if you want.”
The only African American child is in the center of a little crowd, dressed in bright pink from top to bottom. She wears a pink shirt covered by a pink vest, pink pants with pink socks and shoes, and a pink hat with a pink feather. “We made the biggest dog fort!” she is telling the other kids. She and her sister found “every blanket and towel in the house” and hung them over the sofas and chairs in the living room until the “the whole room was full.” They crawled around in the space underneath and made space for all their “stuffy dogs” so each one had a room of her own.
“We played in it all day,” she says. “But then the maids cleaned it up. That ruined it.”
Eventually the teacher moves to the front of the room. “Come on up, boys and girls. Welcome to kindergarten. I’m Ms. Milton and I’ll be your teacher. We’re going to spend the whole year together!” Ms. Milton is wearing blue jeans and a green blouse with flowers, and her hair is entirely silver-gray.
“Who here knows how to write his name?”
Almost every hand in the class goes up. Angel’s doesn’t.
“That’s wonderful!” Ms. Milton cries. “I thought you looked smart!” She ushers them toward the tables and sets them to work making name tags for themselves. “There are stickers and crayons,” she explains. “You can decorate them anyway you like.”
Angel stays where he is, rooted in place at the edge of the hurly-burly, while Ms. Milton bustles around setting the kids up and passing out the supplies.
“Done already?” she says to the African American girl in pink. She peels the back of the sticker that now says Veronica West and places it in the center of her shirt. “Everyone else do like Veronica,” she says. “Peel off your sticker and put it on when you’re done. You can keep drawing until everyone is finished.”
Another girl raises her hand. “I’m done,” she says.
“Peel your sticker and put it on,” Ms. Milton replies.
She turns and all but stumbles on Angel, standing silently in his space. “What have we here?” she asks.
Angel straightens his back and stands tall. “My name is Angel Thompson,” he says. “I don’t know how to write my name.”
Ms. Milton seems almost embarrassed that she hadn’t seen him earlier. “Then we’ll teach you,” she says with a smile. “That’s what we’re here for.” She waves toward a teachers’ aide who Angel only now notices, also standing quietly to one side of the room. She brings Angel to a special table by himself, not far from the others, but clearly separate.

By the end of the morning, Angel is pretty good at writing his name and knows a lot of other letters besides. The teachers’ aide, Miss Stephanie, spends most of her time with Angel, though occasionally another child comes over for a few minutes’ attention. For lunch he eats the sandwich his mom made for him, peanut butter and jelly, with two Hershey’s kisses on the side. “That’s what my mom always made for me,” she’d said.
The activity after lunch is drawing. The children are again shown to the desks with the papers and crayons, and invited to draw pictures of their families.
“Can I draw my dog?” asks Veronica West.
“Your dog, your cat, your house. Anything you want,” says Ms. Milton. “But start with your family.”
Angel is placed into the tables with the other children, but near an edge, and Miss Stephanie gives him special attention.
This at least is familiar to Angel. Miss Josephine’s day care had crayons and papers—though not as many colors—and Monet loves to draw at home. With encouragement from Miss Stephanie, Angel draws three stick figures in a row.
“Who’s the tall one?” Miss Stephanie asks. She’s pretty tall herself, with long black hair and eyeglasses in a big round circle. She wears blue overalls over a yellow turtleneck.
“That’s my mom.”
“Which one is you?”
Angel points to the smallest stick figure, drawn in the same pink crayon as his mother. “That’s me,” he says. “My name is Angel.” He points to his nametag and his face lights up in a smile. Then he reaches back for the crayons and for a minute it’s as if Miss Stephanie doesn’t exist. He leans close over his drawing, all his attention on the little figure at the end of the row. Carefully, deliberately, he retraces the lines and redraws the figure. Then letter by letter, he spells out his name under the drawing. He looks back up at Miss Stephanie, and points back and forth between the picture and the word. “Angel,” he says. “That’s me!”
“That’s you, all right,” Miss Stephanie cheers. She reaches down for a hug and a pat. “You’re the Angel.” The she points to the third figure, midway in height between Angel and his mom. “Is that your dad?” she asks.
Angel looks at her like she asked which one is the elephant. The question makes no sense. “I don’t have a dad,” he says.
“Surely, you have a dad somewhere,” protests Miss Stephanie. “Are your parents divorced?”
Angel stays silent.
“Does he live in a different state?”
“Mom says he died in a car accident,” Angel explains at last. “With my mom’s parents too. It’s just the three of us that’s left.” He pauses as if he’s going to have more to say, but then nothing follows, and he looks blankly down to the page.
“So who is this?” Miss Stephanie asks, her finger is still on the third figure. “Your older brother?”
“She’s my sister.”
“Why is she drawn in brown?” Angel and his mom are stick figures drawn in pink crayon, but his sister is brown.
“Because she looks like her.” He points toward Veronica West. “She says to tell the truth when I draw.”
Lights are starting to go off in Miss Stephanie’s eyes, as if she is starting to understand. She looks carefully at Angel, who clearly has no African blood in his veins. “Do you and your sister have the same mom?” she asks.
“No,” says Angel. “She has her own separatemommy.”
“The same dad?”
“Nope,” Angel replies. “She has her own daddy too. His name is Zeb. She tells me that I met him once. But I was a baby. I don’t remember it.”
Now Miss Stephanie is again looking confused. “If you have a different mom and a different dad, what makes her your sister?”
“She’s not legally my sister,” with an emphasis that suggests he’s heard it said this way before. “She’s in a different foster family but she lives with us.”
“Why’s that?”
“She likes us better. We’re nicer than the foster family. I met them a couple of times. They have lots of foster kids and my mom—my real mom—says they only do it for the money.”
All this time Miss Stephanie had been standing up over Angel, and leaning down toward him. Now she gets down on her knees so she’s nearer his height. “What’s your sister’s name?”
“Monet. Like the artist.”
Miss Stephanie smiles. “Does she like to draw?”
“She loves it! Especially with colors. We draw all the time.” He leans in close, takes advantage of her proximity to whisper confidentially in her ear,“She’s in sixth grade.” Then he gathers himself to say something difficult, and minding his diction, he concludes, “She’s in Sidney Lanier Middle School.”
“Good work,” says Miss Stephanie, beaming. “That’s great. I was an intern at Sidney Lanier.”
Angel looks brightly back at her. “Her bus leaves at 7:10, a whole hour before mine.”
“Thanks for telling me,” says Miss Stephanie. “Do you know where Monet’s parents are? Her real parents?” She smiles as she echoes his way of saying it.
“Where are they?”
Angel slows down and straightens up to tackle something difficult again. “The Virginia Department of Corrections,” he says. He pauses to make sure he got it right.
Miss Stephanie stands up and steps away.
“Mom is in Fluvanna and Dad’s in Nottoway,” Angel concludes with a triumphant smile, naming the prison where each is held. He got it all right.
And just in time, too. Because at that moment, Ms. Milton calls everyone’s attention back to the center of the room. “Time to pack up,” she says. “All done drawing. Now it’s quiet time.”

Miss Stephanie and Ms. Milton shepherd the kids to a giant double-door closet, filled with rolled-up soft mats, one for each kid. The two boys in Redskins jerseys have a little push scuffle about who goes first, but it is quickly broken up, and soon enough each child has unrolled a mat and is lying quietly on the floor. Angel picks a spot on the edge, between Miss Stephanie’s desk and the window. He doesn’t sleep, but he lies quietly listening to the sounds. Some kids are reading, and turning pages in their books. Other kids are breathing in a way that makes Angel think they’re asleep. Outside he hears birds. They sound like the same ones he has at home, sometimes singing at random, and sometimes in response as if they’re talking to each other. A teacher quickly hushes any children who talk.
What seems like a few minutes later, a church in the distance chimes one o’clock. Ms. Milton starts to circle the room. “Wakey,wakey,” she says. “Time to roll.” She and Miss Stephanie supervise the kids standing up to roll their mats and use the bathroom. Angel is the first one with his mat rolled and returned to the closet. He helps some other kids roll their mats and work out the tricky elastic bands that hold them shut.
“Thank you very much,” says a blonde haired girl in a blue tank top.
“You’re welcome,” Angel replies.
Veronica West has her mat rolled but can’t get the elastics to stay in place. “Want a hand?” says Angel, scooting in beside her.
She looks at him like he’s holding a gun to her head. “I can do it,” she declares. The elastic snaps loose again and the mat starts to unroll. She scowls at him. “Look what you made me do!”
Angel reaches down to arrest the mat. “Hold it like this,” he suggests.
“Like as if you know,” says Veronica West, as she rips the mat away from him and sets it down to start anew a few steps away.
Angel leaves her be and stands quietly to the side until all the mats have been put away. Veronica West is last, until Miss Stephanie takes her mat away, fixes the elastics and replaces it gently into the closet.
“Story time,” says Ms. Milton. “Goldilocks and the Three Bears.” She holds in the air a giant book, with a picture of a little blond girl and a family of bearson thecover.
Some children shout out in enthusiasm. “Hooray!” Angel hears, and from behind him, “My favorite!”
Other kids aren’t so happy. “Not again,” says one of the boys in a Redskins jersey. His friend grumbles but Angel can’t make out the words.
Angel himself doesn’t know the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Indeed, he doesn’t know many stories at all . . . though he knows he likes them. The other kids all push around Ms. Milton, and she directs them to sit around her in a loose circle. Angel soon finds himself on the outside edge.
Ms. Milton opens the book so it stretches across her lap. He’s never seen a book so large in his life. Miss Josephine had a scattering of books, though none nearly so big, and she rarely read them.
“Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Goldilocks,” begins Ms. Milton. She holds up the book so everyone can see the giant picture of the pretty blond girl.
“She went for a walk in the forest.” Again she holds up the book to show the pictures. Trees in the sunshine, a deer in the shade and birds flying above.
“Pretty soon, she came upon a house.” Ms. Milton holds up the picture of a wooden cottage. “She knocked and, when no one answered, she walked right in.”
The audience murmurs in anticipation. Angel, too, senses the possibilities.
Showing the pictures as she goes, Ms. Milton tells the class how Goldilocks explores the house. One bowl of porridge is too hot and one too cold, but the third is perfect so she eats it all up. One chair is too big and one is too small, and the small one breaks when she tries to squeeze in. Then at last Goldilocks comes to the beds. One is too hard and one is too soft. But the third bed is just right. She lies down to take a nap.
“Don’t do it!” cries one of the Redskins boys. Other kids laugh.
“Stay awake,” warns another.
But Goldilocks can’t hear them. Soon she falls asleep in the bed.
Angel leans forward in anticipation.
Soon the owners of the home come back, and they’re bears! Ms. Milton holds up the pictures for all to see. A big scary papa bear, a friendly momma bear, and a cute little baby bear. A family of bears who live in the woods. Before long they find the chairs that didn’t fit and the smallest one that broke. They find the porridge that Goldilocks tasted and the perfect one she’d finished off. Each discovery makes them angrier than the last. Eventually, they find her upstairs in their bed.
Goldilocks wakes up in horror at the three hairy beasts . . .“and runs straight out the door and into the forest, crying mommy, mommy, mommy all the way home.”
The kids all cheer. Ms. Milton holds the giant book aloft, pages open to Goldilocks tearing through the woods with the bears chasing behind.
One girl echoes, “Mommy, mommy, mommy all the way home.”
Another cries out, “Run faster!”
Ms. Milton lets them celebrate awhile, then encourages them onwards. “How’d you like it?” she asks the class.
The children respond with more cheers.
“Do you think she made it home?”
Again more cheers.
“Does anyone have any questions?”
At first the room is silent. The children don’t seem to know quite what to say. Eventually Veronica West raises her hand.
“What’s on your mind, Miss Veronica West?” Ms. Milton inquires.
“I want to know if bears can have dogs.”
“I didn’t see any in the story . . . but yes, I suppose they can. I don’t see why not.”
The blonde girl in the blue tank top who Angel helped with her mat raises her hand.
Ms. Milton singles her out. “What’s your name?”
“Tammy Atford.”
“What’s your question, Tammy Atford?”
“Does she get in trouble?”
“What do you think?”
“I bet she does.”
“Then I bet you’re right. Seems like she didn’t even make the bed!”
All the kids laugh. Ms. Milton keeps the conversation moving on along those lines, calling on every child by name and sometimes asking them to repeat their names for all to hear. Some kids are worried about the broken chair and want her to say she’s sorry. All of them hope she gets home safely. Angel doesn’t say a word. But he’s sitting in a place with a good view of the book and he studies the artwork on the cover, especially the red cardinal in the tree.
“Is there anything else?” Ms. Milton asks at last. Does anyone have anything else to say or ask?” The room is silent while she looks around.
Finally, Angel sits up straight and raises his hand. Ms. Milton sees him immediately and leans his way in encouragement. “What’s on your mind, little Angel?”
“My name is Angel Thompson,” he says.
“Thank you, Angel. What’s on your mind?”
He gathers himself to speak deliberately. “It’s about the porridge,” he says. “That’s like oatmeal, right?”
“Yes, porridge is like oatmeal.” She makes a gesture as if stirring and eating from a bowl in her hand. “Is there something you’d like to say about the porridge?”
“Why doesn’t she mix it?”
Ms. Milton looks at him in confusion. “Mix it?”
“One bowl is too hot. One is too cold. She could mix them. Put too hot and too cold together. Then she’d have more porridge that’s all just right.”
Ms. Milton’s eyes open wide in comprehension. Mix the porridge, of course!
Angel forges ahead boldly. “She could still eat the bowl that’s just right. But if she’s hungry she can eat even more.”
Now all of the kids seemed to understand. A positive murmur fills the room. He catches some words behind him. “Mix the porridge, mix the temperature!” Someone else says “hot and cold together” while a different voice says “more to eat!”
Veronica West’s voice rises above the hubbub. “She’d get fat.”
“Not from one bowl of oatmeal,” protests Angel. “And she seems to be hungry.” He finishes with words he’s heard many times around the house. “You never know where your next meal is coming from.”
The kids fall silent and look at him in surprise. They don’t seem to have heard that before.
“But she still needs to pay for it,” he concludes. He looks deeply troubled, like he’s solved one problem but raised another. “I don’t know how she can do that.” He turns to Ms. Milton for answers. “Does she have any money? Does her mom work at night?”
Still Angel is the only one talking. The room is silent while Angel waits for an answer, but at that moment the school bell rings. The kids all jump up like they know what it means, though Angel waits for Ms. Milton to make the announcement. “All done for the day. See you tomorrow!”



Libby Thompson is just fourteen years old when she flees her abusive home with her newborn son, Angel. Now they must build a life for themselves on hard work and low wages, dealing with police who are sometimes helpful—but not always—and a drug dealer who is full of surprises. As Angel gets older, he begins asking questions about his family, and Libby’s tenuous peace threatens to crumble. Can a son without a father and a young woman without a past make something beautiful out of a lifetime of secrets? Making Manna explores the depths of betrayal, and the human capacity to love, flourish, and forgive in the face of heartbreaking odds.

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Saturday, March 19, 2016

LOVE AGAIN by Sumeetha Manikanandan and Shrruti Patole Clarence


Life is tough, and it becomes tougher when you need to make life changing decisions. Would you dare to love again? Would you allow yourself to be loved and to be cherished again? Many of us turn away from life, thinking that it is not for them but some take a leap of faith rewrite their story for the sake of love? 

Love, Again is a double header book bringing you two stories about chancing love again -These Lines of Mehendi by Sumeetha Manikandan and A Tulip in the Desert by Shrruti Patole Clarence.

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Sumeetha Manikandan 

Sumeetha Manikandan is a freelance writer and an author who loves to write and base her plots on the tambrahm community of Mylapore, Chennai. She is the author of ‘The Perfect Groom’ that has been a bestselling ebook on the top 50 charts of Amazon India ever since publication.

An avid reader, she loves to read across different genres – romance, historical fiction, non-fiction, mystery, fantasy etc. A history buff to the core,
she is currently translating Ponniyin Selvan – the evergreen tamil classic epic history by Kalki Krishnamurthy into English.

Married to film maker K.S. Manikandan, Sumeetha lives in Chennai, along with her six year old daughter.


Shrruti Patole Clarence

Shrruti has been a voracious reader since early years and took to composing poems when she was very young.
An Aviation Manager and 10years with various airlines, she has been on a sabbatical for her two son's aged six years and 1 year respectively.
She enjoys this welcome break from career, to be able to pursue her passion, writing!
She has to her credit 6 short stories featuring in different Anthologies all published this year, one of which will soon be seen as a short movie.
And Love, Again a double header romance Novel publish date 25th May 2015, with her story A Tulip in the Desert will soon be seen on the stands!
Her lyrics feature in the theme song of group Young Indians – an off shoot of CII (Confederation of Indian Industries).
Her poems feature in Zest of Inklings and a Hindi poem in an e-book – Ehsaas, judged by eminent Urdu and Hindi screenwriter, dialogue writer and playwright - Javed Siddiqui.

Shrruti is a warm and friendly person who loves music and watching sports when she is not writing.



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Wednesday, March 9, 2016

DEAD MEN SEAL THE DEAL - Jacqui Jacoby discusses her new release EXCLUSIVELY on MBB

MBB is happy to welcome back the talented Jacqui Jacoby to the blog, to talk about her latest release, which is, as usual, an awesome read. This post was originally scheduled for yesterday, but a happening in the MBB household (which we really don't want to go into here - this blog is all about books, right?) put a temporary hold on things. But, domestic disasters notwithstanding, Jacqui is here to answer my questions in her own, unique and refreshing style.


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 You've had several books published by now. Is writing novels getting any easier?
I don't notice a difference.  Feels the same.  I'm telling stories as I have always done.

What do you do when your well of inspiration dries up? 
Nothing. I don't get writer's block.  I figured out a long time ago how to avoid it by rotating projects. I never get bored with one because I jump to another  for a little while before switching back.  I do that all the time and find I am never bored. 

That's brilliant. I'm storing that comment away for future reference. Jacqui, is the truth really stranger than fiction?
I'll take fiction.  Much safer.

Do you feel that sexual content is necessary to sell novels nowadays? 
No. Doesn't hurt to have something subtle, though. 

Tha'ts a conundrum which constantly puzzles me, thanks for your insight. Give me a Tweet-sized summary of the plot of your book, please. 
The Dead Men will unite as an unstoppable force that not even one greedy, vindictive hag can expect.

How long did it take you to write this story? 
Dead Men Seal the Deal was my NaNoWriMo book of 2013.  Only I excelled that year, passing the project’s 50,000 word mark and clearing 100,000.  I wrote the first draft in 30 days.  It then took about eight months of sitting still while I worked others projects and another six to seven months to complete.

Thanks for those answers, Jacqui, I can safely say that this is one of the most enjoyable interviews I've done  yet.

And now, the book!!!!!!


by Jacqui Jacoby

Too-playful-for-his-own-good, Jason Sullivan keeps himself busy working his job, hitting the gym, and dating the right girl for the right amount of time. He loves romance. He loves treating a woman right. Until he has a chance encounter with Taylor Grant. Taylor escaped Georgia to flee a broken relationship. Her convictions to stay single, stay away from men and give up sex altogether will be challenged when the mischievous Jason gets her in his cross hairs. 

Jason’s seductions are not only in his romances, but also in his job. When a meeting with a new client brings Jason's human past forefront, secrets and regrets come crashing down around him. He will turn not only to the new lady in his life, but to his ‘brothers’—Travis, Ian, Quinn and Evan—who will unite as an unstoppable force that not even one greedy, vindictive hag can expect.

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