On tour with Prism Book Tours
by Simi K Rao
Adult Romance
Paperback & ebook, 216 pages
October 10th 2016
Can Shaan and Ruhi face their biggest fears and unite together?
Shaan and Ruhi Ahuja, very much in love Indian newlyweds, discover each other in Simi K. Rao’s Now and Forever—the sassy and sexy sequel to Inconvenient Relations. After getting the scare of their lives while traveling in the Grand Canyon, Shaan and Ruhi go back home to one dilemma after another. Shaan’s job is in jeopardy, and one of Ruhi’s closest friends, Sunshine, needs her. How will Shaan and Ruhi handle life’s hurdles, while still trying to get to know each other as husband and wife? Will they be able to forsake all others and consolidate their relationship?
Excerpt
“What kind of relationship do we share?”
Ruhi mulled over the riddle while sitting on the giant heart-shaped bed with fuchsia pink satin sheets and a head board carved with prancing cupids who aimed arrows at the amorously preoccupied occupants. She broke into a hysterical laugh. “And here I am all alone without my lover to keep me company.”
Drops of moisture sprouted from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. “Nothing could be more ironic. Married yet not, in love yet not. Left all alone in the desert at the mercy of venomous creatures; my body charred beyond recognition. Maybe that’s a slight exaggeration. But all to what end? To be rebuked? Or to be what he so self-righteously calls disciplined for an offense that really wasn’t? And then he humiliates me to boot! The hell I will keep his appointment!” she declared with a decisive tilt of her head before collapsing back on the plush mattress, and was at once taken aback by the sight of her own reflection staring at her from the mirrored ceiling directly above.
“Oh my god, the weirdo!” Her cheeks burned a fiery red upon grasping the implication. “If he thinks I’m going to let him mess around with me in this bed, he’s sorely mistaken. I’ll lynch him before that! And yes, I won’t cry. I won’t waste my tears on a stupid excuse of a man.” She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.
Ruhi climbed out of the luxurious bed with a sense of regret as it had brought welcome respite to her body after suffering the gravelly mud banks of the Grand Canyon and the narrow, bumpy back seat of the SUV. She had crawled into it, pulling the covers over her head as soon as they had entered the suite while Shaan made a bee line for the shower. Surprisingly, she hadn’t been disturbed and thereafter promptly fell asleep.
She padded around the enormous suite on bare feet, delighted in the feel of the cool marble on her overheated flesh. The space seemed to stretch forever, making their LA apartment appear like a matchbox in comparison. It was an opulent spread of romantic splendor that few had dreamed of—crystal chandeliers, gilded furniture upholstered in the finest fabrics, a sunken living room, a huge Roman spa tub overlooking the sparkling Vegas skyline, muted lighting with soft, classical music playing through hidden speakers; the list went on and on.
“We even have a private butler!” she exclaimed, picking up a card from the ornate bar. “What a shameful waste. All this for a couple who can’t stand the sight of each other. For sure, I can’t. Oh how much I hate him. He is beyond cruel!” She grabbed a heavy, tasseled cushion from the loveseat, then pitched it with all her might at the refreshment center that sent a couple of wine flutes crashing to the floor. But she wasn’t satisfied.
“Wonder what he is doing now?” she mused, flopping back down on the bed. “Obviously gallivanting with some Vegas showgirl, leaving me behind to mope. He probably thinks I will come groveling back to him.”
She sat up. “Well, then he is mistaken! I’m not among those who take the abuse lying down. I will destroy him before the night is out, or my name isn’t Ruhi Sharma!” Her breath came hard and fast through her flared nostrils.
But how will I go about it? she thought, absently popping a chocolate-covered strawberry into her mouth. It was delicious. She popped in another. Then a sudden anxiety gripped her. She rushed to her duffel bag where it lay on the floor, still packed. Unzipping it, she rummaged inside, then let out a tremendous sigh of relief on discovering her cell and all the plastic in her wallet intact.
An impish grin brightened her face. “So you’ve decided to trust me Mr. Ahuja, have you? Well, it’s gonna cost you dear.” A plan had begun to formulate in her brain.
Tour Schedule
January 8: Launch
January 5: Angels with Attitude Book Reviews
January 6: Mythical Books
January 8: The Broke Book Bank
January 9: Nicole's Book Musings & Hearts & Scribbles
January 10: Book Lover in Florida
January 11: Grand Finale
Simi K. Rao was born and grew up in India before relocating to the U.S., where she has lived for several years.
The inspiration for her books, and other projects, comes from her own experience with cross-cultural traditions, lifestyles and familial relationships, as well as stories and anecdotes collected from friends, family and acquaintances.
Rao enjoys exploring the dynamics of contemporary American culture blended with Indian customs and heritage to reflect the challenges and opportunities many Indian-American women face in real life.
Much of Rao's down time is devoted to creative pursuits, including writing fiction, poetry and photography. She is an avid traveler and has visited many locations around the world.
A practicing physician, Rao lives in Denver with her family.
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