Why you should follow your heart....
Hi Teri; hello everyone! Pleasure to be
here today!
I racked my brain to come up with a
topic for this blog post...and kept coming against a wall. Trust me – I have
more plot bunnies than possible in my head, but ask me to pen a guest post and
I freeze up, unable to find a topic! And yes, I’m supposedly a blabbermouth
when you get me going.
So, this got me thinking – what’s the
underlying message behind Light My World, and ultimately, the Island Girls
Trilogy?
You have these 3 sisters born to
Indian-origin, Mauritian parents in London. Fate brings them all back to this
tiny island located in the southern Indian Ocean, and each finds her life
unfolding in this place.
But on the island, there is ‘society’ –
yes, in the olden, historical, Austen-type manner – and this involves
conventions, traditions, mores, values, a certain set way of doing things...
Not to mention eagle-eyed aunties watching for every girl to fall and fail and
‘bring shame to her family name’; society mamas on the lookout for the perfect
daughter-in-law for their (supposedly!) illustrious sons; and of course,
gossip, gossip, and more gossip!
How do you find your place, then, in
this kind of setup? How do you break free (if that’s even possible) and come
into your own? Goals and dreams – big, empty words?
And that’s where listening to your heart
comes into play...because your heart will never let you down, and it will
always shine a beacon on that path you should take for your fulfillment.
Join Diya Hemant in Light My World as
she decides to listen to her heart...in the quest to find the modern-day
version of Prince Charming!
From Mauritius with love,
Zee
Title:
Light My World
Series:
Book #2 in the Island Girls Trilogy
Author:
Zee Monodee
Line:
Ubuntu (geared to African Romance)
Publisher:
Decadent Publishing, LLC
Release
date: April 8, 2014
Genre:
Romantic Comedy/ Interracial Multicultural Romance/ Interracial Romance/ Bollywood/
Humour/ New Adult
Length:
262 pages
Heat
Level: Sensual/ 2 flames
Cover
Image: Attached (300x450 size compressed for easy loading on web pages)
Blurb:
It
is a truth universally acknowledged that to find a prince, a girl has to kiss a
few frogs along the way. But what happens when a modern-day princess comes
across…an ogre?
So what if a girl has to
kiss a few frogs to find her prince?
Tired
of her Indian-origin mother’s relentless matchmaking, Diya Hemant is determined
to find her Prince Charming on her terms. Armed with a definitive list of
requirements, she is sure she’ll know her man when she meets him…
But looking and finding are
two different things, especially on the tiny island of Mauritius…
When
her path crosses surly British widower Trent Garrison’s, it’s hate at first
sight. And though fate keeps pitting her against him, she’s certain he can’t be
turned into a frog let alone a prince.
Can
this modern-day princess overcome her own expectations and see beyond the ogre
to the man beneath?
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About the author
Zee Monodee
Stories about love, life, relationships... in a melting-pot of culture
Zee is an author who grew up on a fence – on one side there was modernity
and the global world, on the other there was culture and traditions. Putting up
with the culture for half of her life, one day she decided she'd stand tall on
her wall and dip toes every now and then into both sides of her
non-conventional upbringing.
From this resolution spanned a world of adaptation and learning to live
on said wall. The realization also came that many other young women of the
world were on their own fence.
This particular position became her favourite when she decided to pursue her
lifelong dream of writing – her heroines all sit 'on a fence', whether cultural
or societal, in today's world or in times past, and face dilemmas about life
and love.
Hailing from the multicultural island of Mauritius, Zee is a degree
holder in Communications Science. She is a head-over-heels wife, in-over-her-head
mum to a tween son, best-buddy-stepmum to a teenage lad, an incompetent
domestic goddess, eternal dreamer, and an absolute, shameless bookholic. When
she isn’t penning more stories and/or managing the Ubuntu line at Decadent
Publishing, you can bet you’ll find her with her nose in her tablet, ‘drinking
in’ a good book.
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The Island Girls trilogy follows the 3 Hemant sisters – Lara, Neha, Diya – over
the span of the 2000-2010 decade, chronicling the changing face of the
Mauritian society over that crucial period.
-
At the heart of Light My World is a
situation that wasn’t very prominent or even talked about back in the first
decade of the 2000s: children from another union. Anyone who came with children
was regarded as a second-grade prospect...and the very idea of combining
families was almost an aberration!
Excerpt
He heard more than felt the car hit the back of the SUV,
which had halted in a screech of tyres. The smell of burnt rubber filled his
nostrils when the calm came back. He expected the airbag to blow from the
wheel, but none released.
Better and better. The
car wasn’t only tiny, it didn’t even have an airbag.
A wave of concern washed over him. He wasn’t hurt. At least,
he didn’t feel any pain. But what about the other driver?
However, as he stepped out of the car, the worry drained
away as another, stronger emotion settled in. Anger.
What sort of inconsiderate driver stopped like that in the
middle of a main road?
The bloke should be
tagged as a public danger. To top it all, he was going to be late to see
his children.
Bloody hell!
His tall height allowed him to peer into the vehicle without
much difficulty. He swept his gaze over the top half of the interior, and
puzzlement replaced his fury.
The car couldn’t be empty. Where was the driver? When had he
had the time to get out of the vehicle?
Walking around to the front of the hood, Trent stopped in
his tracks.
The body of an unconscious—or worse, dead—dog lay sprawled
on the street. Sunlight glinted off its shiny, metal-studded collar. Must’ve
been the reason behind the streak of light that had blinded him and the other
driver, too, probably.
As he ran a hand in his short hair, he cursed again. How did
the locals respond to accidents here? Especially when there was a death
involved, even of a dog? Not something he wanted to find out, and not as a
participant in this involuntary homicide.
With his hand on his mouth, he goggled at the dog that
picked itself up and hobbled across to the other side of the road, before
disappearing in between two rows of sugarcane.
What the hell?
What was it with this strange island? Couldn’t anything be predictable on it?
The muffled opening click of a car door broke the silence,
and Trent stepped back to glare at the person getting out, more like slithering
out, of the SUV.
A slim pair of legs emerged and wobbled for a second after
the sandal-clad feet hit the asphalt.
When the door closed, he glimpsed a short denim dress
hugging a tiny frame. Straight black hair brushed the shoulders and the lapels
of the collar, and framed a lovely, delicate face.
He had to blink a few times. The woman, or the girl, could pass
for a life-sized doll. She stood no taller than five feet, so small he could
probably encircle her waist with his hands. Her eyes were deep-set and dark,
rimmed with black kohl. Her golden skin struck him as somewhat pale underneath
her makeup, and she bit her full, pale lips, as if trying to work some colour
into them.
“Thank God the dog is alive,” she said in a light, youthful
voice. “I sure would’ve hated to have killed it. Lucky there isn’t any damage.”
Her voice reminded him of laughter, and the tinkling of
fragile crystal flutes.
Shaking off the bizarre notion, a slow throb built in his
blood. The overwhelming feeling settled as a twitch in his cheek, and he winced
when a stab of pain shot from his clenched jaw.
No damage? What
about his car? “Miss, you demolished my car.”
Nothing betrayed her cool composure when she checked out his
car before staring at him again.
“Sorry, but you hit from behind. You’re at fault.”
He’d started to think that the delicate motion with her
frail shoulder could topple her over, so much she seemed fragile. But the
concern sputtered into outrage once her words registered. The cheek of the
girl.
She’d stopped dead
in the middle of the road. How the heck could it be his fault? “If it weren’t for you, none of this would’ve happened,”
he snapped in a low growl.
She pursed her full lips, and jutted her pointed chin out in
a fierce way as she settled her hands on her hips. Craning her slender neck to
peer into his face, she stood her ground.
“Well, I should’ve killed the dog? This is what you wanted?”
“No, but—”
“And you wouldn’t have jammed into my car if you hadn’t been
tailgating me.”
“I wasn’t tailgating you—”
“Yes, you were.” She poked a finger into his chest. “And you
were speeding, at least a hundred where the limit is sixty.”
Could this girl be for real? “Miss, you were going faster
than me, so don’t get on your high horse here.”
She poked him again. “Stop evading the issue. It’s your
fault.”
Disbelief strangled his throat. She glared back, not in the
least bit intimidated by the fact he towered above her by more than a foot.
At the same time, he flinched under her accusing words. Kill the dog. Right. Like he’d have
wanted to kill a poor animal. What was it about this scrap of a girl that had
him so ruffled?
A thought struck him. “Are you old enough to drive?”
“I’m twenty-four years old, for your information,” she said,
spitting the words out at him.
So she could be held responsible for the accident. “My car
is damaged, and it’s your fault.”
Blimey. They sounded like little children during
kindergarten recess in the schoolyard.
He should drop this matter, deal with her like the adult he
prided himself to be.
If she’d let him, though. Her dark eyes grew even darker as
they narrowed on him. Fire, or ice, burnt in them. Her voice dripped with frost
when she next spoke.
“I thought British men were supposed to be courteous.”
“I beg your pardon?” She’d done it again, struck him
speechless. Unbelievable.
She fluttered her hand before her in an evasive gesture as
she shook her head. “You know, proper British manners. Can’t say you’ve shown
any so far.”
How could she sound so righteous, as if she were the injured
party?
“How do you know I’m British? Does it read
not-from-Mauritius somewhere on my face?”
“Your accent,” she said. “You speak just like Hugh Grant.”
Hugh Grant? That
pasty-faced pin-up?
Even better. Not. “Thanks. It’s a very positive compliment.”
Trent had the pleasure of seeing his sarcasm unsettle the
unnerving Miss Know-it-all. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as she
glowered at him.
“You’re so….” She paused and seemed to search around for the
proper word. “…obnoxious.”
And she was a brat. Nothing more.
Her barb hit home, though. He’d been called many things in
his life, but this one was a first. And coming from a tiny lady like her, he
didn’t know whether to laugh or be annoyed. He couldn’t remember the last time,
if ever, he’d had such a verbal joust with someone. Loath as he was to admit,
but tangling with her tickled him as stimulating as the encounter unnerved him.
Blimey, he had no time to dwell upon that. He was getting
late. And he itched to shut the little spoilt princess up.
“My, incredible,” he said. “A pretty head as yours came up
with such a big word. I sure hope you won’t get a nosebleed from too much brain
activi—”
Yes, he’d been callous, but the sight before him horrified
him more. He stood there, his jaw slackening as his mouth fell open.
“What?” she asked.
He pointed at her face. “Your nose. It’s bleeding.”
I love the excerpt, Zee! Thank you for stopping by and sharing.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, Teri! Thank YOU for having me over!!! xoxo
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