Generously Yours by Inderpreet Uppal  #BookBlitz

Generously Yours by Inderpreet Uppal #BookBlitz

 

 
GENEROUSLY YOURS
by
Inderpreet Uppal
 
 
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‘Love is forever’ or so thought Diya. 
Shy, bookish and loving, Diya never thought she would ever need to be anything else. Her charmed life slips away from her in ways, she never imagined. 
Will Viren be able to sort the jumble of their lives or is it already too late? 
A bittersweet story of life, longing, and lasting love.
 
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About the author
 

 

Inderpreet writes for her love of writing, edits manuscripts,  and reads endlessly. A sprinkling of fiction, a dash of books, and a bit of opinion add to the eclectic mix that is Eloquent Articulation. She is a Masters in Human Resources Management and an Army brat, she now joins her adorable Army hubby across the country. Books, editing, reviews, freelance writing, posts, and blogging keep her busy whenever she gets a breather from mothering her ‘too tricky to handle son’. She has recently published her first book on Amazon, GENEROUSLY YOURS,       
                  

 

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Hiding by Jenny Morton Potts

Hiding by Jenny Morton Potts

About the Book:

 

 
A gripping psychological thriller with
chilling twists, from a unique new voice.
Keller Baye and Rebecca Brown live on
different sides of the Atlantic. Until she falls in love with him, Rebecca
knows nothing of Keller. But he’s known about her for a very long time, and now
he wants to destroy her.
This is the story of two families. One
living under the threat of execution in North Carolina. The other caught up in
a dark mystery in the Scottish Highlands. The families’ paths are destined to
cross. But why? And can anything save them when that happens?
 
 
 
 
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Chapter 2
Death Row
June 2021

There was a walk now. They passed doors, like random choices. They all looked the same, all the colour of pale nicotine. But some of those doors were in the business of living and some were not. As you walked past them, you could feel hope slipping away. Which door? Which one? It was like a game the devil might play as you entered hell. Eventually the passengers reached the end of their journey and were shown into another room which was similar in size to the last but with what looked like a window on one side. The window was dark for the moment, with a black blind pulled down and opposite, there was a gallery with seating. The seating was slightly raked, like a theatre. They were here for a performance.
‘That’s 11.30 gone now,’ someone said from the far end.
‘Show must go on.’ Keller mumbled.
There was a crackle and then an audio test from the speaker in the corner. Keller imagined that President Descher had arranged a televised viewing and that all over the State the people could see and hear this: factory workers, grandmothers, schoolchildren, stopping what they’re doing and watching. From the audio speaker, Keller recognised words from the phonetic alphabet, then the date, today, June 23rd 2021, the location, the prisoner’s name and number HCI 72259-931 and the time scheduled for execution.
Keller knew that the duration for the poison to act was ten minutes maximum and that the ratio to be injected was set against the inmate’s weight and height.
Somewhere behind him, Keller could hear mumbling about the victims’ families and an officer explained that they were seated separately, in another viewing room. He imagined that the families’ room was crowded, since eight victims had lost their lives that day.
At 11.45 am, the time was announced once more on the speaker and the blind was pulled up manually, revealing the execution chamber. Keller had forgotten who was seated directly next to him now, but whoever it was flinched.
The prisoner was already strapped onto the gurney. There was a sheet over his body but you could see where the constraint buckles jutted up into the clean white cotton. His left arm was exposed however and the intravenous tube was already in. He was clean shaven. Keller had never seen him without a beard. He could almost pretend he did not know him.
Three Harfield guards came into the chamber now. They did not look at the window, which to them was a mirror. Who would want to see themselves doing what they were about to do, even if it was their duty. The three guards were each handed a syringe. The content of one of the syringes was deadly and the other two contained a harmless fluid. The guards would never know who among them administered the lethal injection.
The condemned man’s chest began to rise and fall. He blinked rapidly and his Adam’s apple bulged in his throat, as he struggled to find an impossible place between dignity and the screaming of his nerves to stay alive.
Keller murmured, ‘There is nothing to do now but die.’
A man in the chamber who had been out of their view, moved into sight. He was dressed in a plain dark suit. He identified himself as Warden James and held up a chart. His hand was steady enough, his white knuckles though suggested a very tight grip on that chart.
Keller stared down at the inmate who seemed to be staring back, though Keller knew that the glass was one way and that all the condemned could see was a reflection of his own final scene. All the same, their eyes met.
Warden James turned to the prisoner. ‘Is there anything you would like to say or read before we administer this lethal injection?’
‘Yes.’
Keller frowned down at the neighboring lap. It was the redhead next to him, the PhD student, twisting that engagement ring. The girl who more than likely had it all, the girl who could not cope without her cell, was barely coping at all. Keller could feel her trembling against the length of his torso and the anger in his veins burned. The young woman held her hand up to her mouth and whispered into it, ‘God, dear God.’
The Warden lowered his eyes to Prisoner HCI 72259-931 on the gurney and blinked several times. He said to the inmate, ‘Go ahead, what do you want to say.’
‘I would like to ask a question.’
‘What is your question?’
‘I would like to ask a question and have it answered.’
Warden James looked around the room at the other officials.
‘Go ahead and ask your question.’
‘Not until you tell me that I will have an answer.’
Keller smiled and nudged the redhead. ‘You see? Make the most of every goddamned moment.’
The young woman was on the edge of her seat and on the edge of tears.
In the chamber, the suits and uniforms huddled and muttered amongst themselves and the Warden came free of the pack once more.
‘We shall try to answer your question. And cannot commit beyond that. I ask you therefore again, is there anything you would like to say?’
The inmate tried to lift his head but the strap across his brow was held tight. He cleared his throat and said in that thick Carolina accent that Keller thought he’d forgotten but which now reignited in his memory and ripped through his heart.
‘I want to know if my son can see me.’

 

About the Author:
Jenny Morton Potts was born in a smart,
dull suburb of Glasgow where the only regular excitement was burglary. Attended
a smart, dull school where the only regular excitement was the strap. Worked in
smart, dull sales and marketing jobs until realising she was living someone
else’s life.
Escaped to Gascony to make gîtes. Knee
deep in cement and pregnant, Jenny was happy. Then autism and a distracted
spine surgeon who wanted to talk about The Da Vinci Code, wiped out the order.
Returned to wonderful England – and unlikely ever to leave again – Jenny, with
assistance from loyal hound, walked and swam her way back to manageable health.
Jenny would like to see the Northern
Lights but worries that’s the best bit and should be saved till last. Very
happily, and gratefully, partnered for 28 years, she ought to mention, and
living with inspirational child in Thaxted, Essex.
 
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Rajiv started the video-calling app.  He looked around to ensure he is alone before he dialed his wife.  Soon Naina’s beautiful face filled up the cell screen. She stared back as if it was unreal.

‘Hey,’ she said shyly,  ‘how are you?’.

‘Missing you Naina,’ he said softly.

‘Amma and Baba are also here,’  she said as they came onto the screen.

Rajiv felt emotional.  He missed them a lot. He wanted to leave this wretched job and go home.  But he imagined their starving existence.  He cannot be selfish, he resolved.

‘Your home is beautiful,’ Naina said, ‘Lovely flowers. How I wish I could come over.’

‘Soon,’ he said but he knew it would be never.

He heard the owners returning from their daily walk.  He disconnected and sneaked to his flat, still panting as he reached his bed at the end of a cramped row of bunk beds.


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Book Blitz : Piece Keeper by Antwan Floyd Sr.

About the Book:
Teresa Prince, a small town girl with a big
heart, had dreams of working in law enforcement her goals put on pause in the
worse way possible. Will she overcome this tragedy and emerge triumphant with
her mind and soul intact? Or will the mental anguish be too much for her to
bare? 

James, a twisted soul with ideas of love and
grandeur with a woman that doesn’t feel the same for him, at least not yet.
That will all change if he has anything to do with it. Also, her old flame has
stepped into the picture. Will James be able to win her over and make her the
love of his life before the flame is rekindled between her and her ex? Or will
he be left in the cold while they live happily-ever-after?

Black Love was always a white collar kind of guy
more so than a gangster when an unfortunate incident occurs in a small town in
Illinois he rushes to the side of his ex-fiancé to attempt to save the day. It
does not take long to figure out that not everyone wants to see justice served.
On top of that, his feelings for his past love may not only cause conflicts in
the case but also add a rift to his new relationship. Will Black put his past
behind him and find out who violated Teresa? 

In this fast-paced tale of pain, misguided
passion, and lost love we follow these three souls as they embark on a journey
of romance, rape, and retribution. When there’s no one to count on but yourself
will you stand and deliver? Or bend and break? Each will face that question in
the midst of what they once thought was true. They all find out that when love
turns to war, someone has to be the Piece Keeper!

 
Book Links:
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Prologue
The
streets were desolate and cold. James shook off the chill that shot through his
bones as he pulled the skull cap slightly down over his eyebrows not leaving
very much of his face to be seen. He took his time moving to the ATM machine.
He had transferred a small portion of his money from the offshore account to
his account in the states. He had been in Burr Ridge for almost a week now.
Nothing or no one, other than Witherspoon, was connecting him to what happened
to Teresa or the others he’d dumped in the river over the past year. He knew
Witherspoon would never speak and their employer had no idea who it was and
didn’t want to know. He felt bad about not trying to bring Teresa. He
contemplated that she was better off without him. He slid the bank card into
the machine, keyed in the code followed by the amount he wanted to withdraw,
and then waited for the machine to spit the bills out. Once the money was out
he retrieved his cash and card and went back to his car. He had nothing to
worry about yet he still felt compelled to get out of Illinois. He wanted to
see his sister before he left because he didn’t know when he would see her
again. As he climbed into his car and started the engine, he heard the sound of
a click behind his head.
“You
can have the money and car,” he said. The person behind him remained silent.
James
spoke again. “It doesn’t have to end badly. I haven’t seen your face so you can
just take the cash and go. Everyone’s happy.”

 

“This
isn’t just a robbery,” the woman’s said as she pulled the trigger.
About the Author: 
 
Antwan Floyd
Sr. is a Publisher, Author, and Reviewer. He publishes Crime Fiction novels
under his publishing company Maleah Solange Books. He has released two titles
in the Black Love Detective Series: Piece Keeper & Cannibal in the City. He
has also written Dope Fiction and Dope Fiction pt. 2 “Greed Between the
Lines”. Originally from Chicago, IL he currently resides in Indianapolis,
IN where he is penning his next novel.
 
 
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Book Blitz : Matsya by Sundari Venkatraman

Book Blitz : Matsya by Sundari Venkatraman

 

Print Length: 38 pages
Publisher: Flaming Sun (Indie published) 
Publication Date: March 11, 2018
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English
Available on Kindle Unlimited 
Genre: Mythology, Short Story, Kidlit 
Lord Brahma is highly disturbed when the four vedas are stolen from him the moment he goes to sleep at the end of the kalpa. It’s Asura Hayagriva who’s gotten away with the sacred scriptures.
 
Lord Vishnu offers to go to the creator’s rescue and takes the guise of Matsya, the fish.
King Satyavrath lands up with a tiny gold fish when he’s offering prayers to the Sun God one morning. Is the fish all that it appears to be?
 
How can Satyavrath help the fish?
 
Read more to find out the reason for Lord Vishnu taking the avatar on earth as Matsya. 
 
*This is a straightforward story of the first avatar of Mahavishnu, retold in simple English just the way it’s written over the ages. The target audience is the youngsters, children, who don’t know all that much about Indian mythology. It’s also for those parents who are keen to read aloud stories to their children and are looking for suitable books on mythology. 
It would be great if you can add this book to your TBR

This is the first foray into the mythology genre for the author and also the first book that she’s written for children. 
 
Sundari Venkatraman is an indie author who has 26 titles to her name, all Top 100 Bestsellers on Amazon India, Amazon USA, Amazon UK, Amazon Canada and Amazon Australia in both romance as well as Asian Drama categories. Her latest hot romances have all been on #1Bestseller slot in Amazon India for over a month.
 
Even as a kid, Sundari absolutely loved the ‘lived happily ever after’ syndrome as she 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, Sundari 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! And Sundari Venkatraman has never looked back.

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