Blog Tour – Love, Marriage, and Other Disasters
Book Tour ~ Love, Marriage, and Other Disasters
by Shilpa Suraj
10th to 30th April
About the Book:
She believes in love, family and…squiggles! Alisha Rana is not your typical single desi girl. For one, she is on the wrong side of 30. For another, she is divorced. And last but definitely not least, she is still, gasp, a virgin! Alisha doesn’t want much. But what she does want is that elusive thing all women search for – A man who gets her…but a man who gets her hot! She calls it “feeling the squiggle.” Enter Dr. Vivaan Kapoor, cute, hot, squiggle-worthy. The younger brother of her cousin’s prospective groom, he’s got the squiggle factor in spades. The only catch? He’s never been married and is years younger than Alisha. Basically, completely off-limits. And then there is Arjun. Widowed, older than her by the right number of years and a genuinely nice guy. He’s Vivaan’s cousin and a so-called perfect match for Alisha. The problem is, Alisha’s squiggle-o-meter refuses to budge for him. What will Alisha choose? A lifetime together with the ‘right’ man or a chance at happiness with the ‘wrong’ one? Book Links: Goodreads * Amazon Read an Excerpt from Love, Marriage, and Other Disasters by Shilpa Suraj She closed her eyes and let the nippy breeze cool her flushed cheeks. This moment of solitude in the middle of all the chaos felt like heaven. “Private moment? Or can I interrupt?” Resigned to her fate, Alisha looked up. “Are you stalking me?” “No.” Sitting down next to her and stretching his long legs out, Vivaan laced his hands on his stomach. “It was getting a little stifling in there, so I thought I’d come out for fresh air. I saw you sitting here alone and figured I’d see if you wanted some company.” “Terrible,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “What?” “Your excuse for being out here is terrible. If I wanted company, I would have stayed in there. And the only thing stifling you in there were the women throwing themselves at you.” Grinning, he pointed out, “You weren’t.” Tossing her hair, she said, “I have taste.” “Ouch.” Wincing, he straightened from his slouch. “That hurt. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover from that.” “Oh please. Go in there and let one of those girls slobber all over you. You’ll be fine in minutes.” “All those tasteless girls in there? No thanks. I think I prefer the discerning one out here.” Reaching out to touch a lock of her hair he twined it around his fingers and watched her reaction. “Cut it out.” Slapping at his hand, Alisha stood up. “You shouldn’t be flirting with me.” Rising with her, he faced her. “Why?” “Because I don’t cradle snatch and I certainly don’t intend to start with my younger cousin’s brother in law.” She tried for both their family’s sakes to take the sting out of her words but knew she’d failed when she saw the expression on his face. “How old do you think I am?” Alisha sighed. “Do we have to do this?” “I’m trying to understand,” Vivaan said. “The age thing matters so much?” Alisha stared past him to the crowd now leaving the bar and yelling out goodbyes to each other. Drunk, happy and carefree. She felt every inch of her exhausting thirty three years at that moment. “For the record, I’m twenty nine years old.” His low murmur had her closing her eyes. Twenty nine. Shit. “I don’t think we should be having this conversation,” she said, starting to walk past him to the foyer. Vivaan caught her hand as she crossed him and yanked her back, his grip firm and compelling. “Answer me. My age matters so much?” “Yes,” she said, finally. “Why? Does it make that much of a difference to who I am?” “Why? What do you mean why? I’m older than you and divorced to add to that. You need any more reasons?” Giving her hand a slight tug, she groaned when his grasp only tightened. “Let go of my hand.” “Does being older and divorced mean you can’t be friends with me?” “It means I can’t stand around holding hands with you.” Staring pointedly at their hands until he released hers, she stepped back and started to move away. “What makes you think any of it matters to me?” His question had her stopping in her tracks and turning to look at him. “I don’t care, Alisha. I like you.” “It doesn’t make a difference if none of it matters to you. All of it matters to me.” This time when she made her way into the crowd, she didn’t look back. About Shilpa Suraj:
Shilpa Suraj wears many hats – corporate drone, homemaker, mother to a fabulous toddler and author.
An avid reader with an overactive imagination, Shilpa has weaved stories in her head since she was a child. Her previous stints at Google, in an ad agency and as an entrepreneur provide colour to her present day stories, both fiction and non-fiction.
Shilpa on the Web:
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