Friday, October 31, 2014
EXCERPT!! TWO---The First Time
(http://www.amazon.com/First-Time-Love-No-Book-ebook/dp/B00O4JSIWK/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1414793643&sr=8-2&keywords=the+first+time+kindle
"The rain came down as we stood there in the middle of the “do not trespass” sign called public culture and engaged our lips. And then he came to before I did. He swiped my face with his finger to acknowledge as if what just happened was real and then turned to start the scooter. I climbed behind him, balancing the now soggy pizza boxes on my lap and without another thought slipped my other arm around his waist. I felt him look down at my arm but he didn’t touch or feel. He just said, “Hold on tight, babe.” And as he made the turn towards the main road, my smile came back as did the wetness in my panties."
For me, love is the most insidious ideology. It takes, it gives, it takes again, and stops giving. Starvation is the result and slowly life stops. But it doesn't stop us, poor us, like icarus flying too close to the sun . .
Monday, October 13, 2014
EXCERPT . . . EXCERPT . . . EXCERPT!!!!!
The First Time (Love in No Time--1)
http://www.amazon.com/First-Time-Love-No-Book-ebook/
Prologue
August 31, 1996—Chanakyapuri, Delhi
I couldn’t see his face. His psychedelic helmet hid a good part of his face, except for those eyes. No, there was nothing special about those eyes. They were neither small nor big. They were regular eyes but with the blackest pupils I ever saw. They were always this shade. They never became any other shade except when he was devouring my pussy. In that armor style, gaudy helmet, I couldn’t see anything of his face. So looking at his eyes was useless. They didn’t give anything away because they couldn’t from the five hundred meters that separated us. But maybe it was the turn of the head; that angle from which you look at something or someone with that unacknowledged knowledge that they will go missing at some point in the time you are living and breathing in—that this look and that turn of the head will recede into a memory and stay there for an inordinately uncomfortable time, a disproportionate fact to that momentary moment.
I raised my right hand in a semi-goodbye. He raised his index finger in a semi-response, caught between possibly an acknowledgement and a denial. And then he was over it, the moment to say. The scooter he sat astride over came back to life, smoke plumed and gave the Delhi haze its spotted darkness. His head turned one hundred and eighty degrees. He was looking at the zigzagging traffic, trying to find a squeezable space for his scooter to merge in. My eyes followed him, till they couldn’t anymore. He was gone . . . and I was going too . . . very soon.
The First Time (Love in No Time--1)
http://www.amazon.com/First-Time-Love-No-Book-ebook/
Prologue
August 31, 1996—Chanakyapuri, Delhi
I couldn’t see his face. His psychedelic helmet hid a good part of his face, except for those eyes. No, there was nothing special about those eyes. They were neither small nor big. They were regular eyes but with the blackest pupils I ever saw. They were always this shade. They never became any other shade except when he was devouring my pussy. In that armor style, gaudy helmet, I couldn’t see anything of his face. So looking at his eyes was useless. They didn’t give anything away because they couldn’t from the five hundred meters that separated us. But maybe it was the turn of the head; that angle from which you look at something or someone with that unacknowledged knowledge that they will go missing at some point in the time you are living and breathing in—that this look and that turn of the head will recede into a memory and stay there for an inordinately uncomfortable time, a disproportionate fact to that momentary moment.
I raised my right hand in a semi-goodbye. He raised his index finger in a semi-response, caught between possibly an acknowledgement and a denial. And then he was over it, the moment to say. The scooter he sat astride over came back to life, smoke plumed and gave the Delhi haze its spotted darkness. His head turned one hundred and eighty degrees. He was looking at the zigzagging traffic, trying to find a squeezable space for his scooter to merge in. My eyes followed him, till they couldn’t anymore. He was gone . . . and I was going too . . . very soon.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
THE FIRST TIME (Love in No Time--I)
Bitsy Shar
October 2014
Kindle and Amazon:
Synopsis
He was her brother’s best friend. She was his next-door neighbor. Neither one was particularly interested in finding an Indian romantic partner.
Yet despite their differences in background, thought, and ambition, they come together in a moment of passion that ultimately sparks a cycle of frenzied desire and ruthless breakups that lasts for years.
Through it all, it is the quiet moments they share together that slowly build the fire that keeps their desire continuously burning. From riding his scooter on a rainy day and picking up pizza on the way home, to dancing at a club and eating cake at her brother’s birthday party, these ordinary events construct an intricate dance that eventually leads to an explosive climax, which will change their lives forever.
Set in Delhi, India, The First Time fans the flames of the city’s heritage of historical love stories with this fresh, fiery, and effervescent romance.
About the author
Bitsy Shar has been an avid and faithful fan of Mills and Boons romances since she was sixteen years old. As her pile of beloved, well-worn books grew, so did her curiosity about what makes a story good. This, and her passion for the city of Delhi, eventually inspired her to write her debut romance novel, The First Time.
Next in the Love in No Time Series:
“The Second Time” (set in Dubai, United Arab Emirates; Toronto, Canada; and Austin, Texas (December 2014). Desire, regret, and love build to a meteoric climax that consummates their attraction—and reveals a secret that alters their lives forever!
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