A Surprise SAELE
Mahalo,
I’m writing this edition of The Writer Gal Letter listening to Whiskey Myer’s Stone. And I’m grinning ear to ear, Postmate, because we have a muse for the next and last Ruthless Billionaire - Nashit Keshav.
He’s a cowboy, he’s pining for the boss’s daughter and he does unconscionable things for the family and business he cares deeply about.
Postmate, meet Rip Wheeler! :D Yep, the guttural executioner from Yellowstone who runs the bunkhouse and has owner John Dutton’s respect is Nashit Keshav. Especially, when I saw episode 4 of the first season and he did something I just KNEW was exactly how Nashit would behave.
Isn’t he yummy? This is one of the best perks of being a writer, Postmate. I get to watch TV and call it research for work :D
Read on till the very end of this edition of The Writer Gal Letter for a tiny tempting taste of Nashit and Pehel’s love story and its beginnings.
FIRST THINGS FIRST: The winner of February’s Fave Genre Giveaway is Sam (no last name). I’ll be emailing you, Sam at a_……………@….com
Or if you happen to read this edition of TWGL before I do, please write to me so I can make arrangements to send you your Amazon Gift Card.
But, for now, let me take a minute to reintroduce the Aarti-verse to you.
Reintroducing Me to Myself
Sometimes, because I write to you so often (most months), I kinda forget that you might have not been with me from the very beginning of The Writer Gal Letter, back in 2018. Back when I was fast and furiously falling in love with my Geeks, my OG Four who introduced readers to a very apprehensive romance author who had no freaking clue how to do ANY of the things a professional author does on the regs.
(Side note: I forget to introduce myself to myself, sometimes too. And so it makes it hard to see how far I’ve come and how much I cherished those bright hot moments of first writing for myself, with each choice made exclusively by me for you, Postmate).
When I first started the Geeks’ journey, the first book, Dev and Zara’s You Won’t Be Mine was a way for me to process the death of my very first school friend while also giving my fave romance couple - Romeo and Juliet a happy ending. I talk about it in some depth in the book and the book itself deals with a messy family death (I know…I know, I keep doing that ALL the time). But it was actually the first clue to the kind of stories I always wanted to tell but wasn’t exactly allowed to by Indian traditional publishers.
Hot heroes who are filthy rich who are damaged in the most interesting of ways. And the strong, stubborn, individual heroines who make them fall.
True story: The second book of the Geeks series was actually supposed to be Tell Me Your Secrets. I thought I would continue writing the nice hot hero (Kit is actually my homage to Captain America) and give him a sweet love story. But, in came Shiv, the troubled extremely unstable former hacker who wanted to take over Dev’s SoCal bar and make it his own. He ended up with a straight-arrow surgeon who did not take any shit from him, even though he could effectively destroy her life with one keystroke in The Pieces of Me.
By the time, Shiv’s HEA was written I had such an interesting plot for Kit, the ultimate good guy. I broke him the most, I think, with the exception of what I am about to do to Nashit (no shit, Postmate). And when I wrote Drake as the kinda villain of Tell Me Your Secrets, of course, he had to get his own comeuppance one day. It only took me four years in total to get from Dev, Shiv, Kit, to Drake. :P
And then it was Bharat’s turn - the OG bad boy of them all with the brains to surpass hacker Shiv - in Love The Way You Lie. He had overcome so much by the time he fell for the sweet and strong and conflicted Sophia on a cruise that was supposed to be all business for him. Nothing like falling for your former boss turned enemy’s daughter, am I right?
Looking back, when I first released Dev and Zara’s second chance romance, I did not think I’d end up with this richly layered, extremely connected universe of heroes and heroines who are as real to me as you are, Postmate. Did I hope for it? Yes. I did. But I did not think it could actually happen to me, Writer Gal.
But time and life are funny things.
This is why, I am super-psyched to introduce you, Postmate, who might not have been with me from the beginning to the Filthy Rich Geeks.
Filthy Rich Geeks On SAELE
As an awesome thank you for being an enthusiastic Postmate to The Writer Gal Letter, you get to read the first book in the Filthy Rich Geeks series - You Won’t Be Mine for absolutely FREE! And if that is not enough, books 2, 3, and 4 are all only for 99c each!
Click on the shiny pink button below, which will take you to the download link to YWBM. And then the other pink button will take you to the Geeks’ series page, where you can get the other books for less than a dollar.
I hope you enjoy my very first love stories. They are full of heart and wonder and more than a dash of suspense (some emotional and some thrilling) and all come with found family goodness, four totally badass heroines who are doing the best they can before the guy comes along who makes that best even better (with oodles of heat and smeggs). The Filthy Rich Geeks is the place to be when you’re at the start of the Aarti V Raman reading journey. :)
I also know this year has been hard on all of us from the very beginning and not all of my Postmates can afford the monthly KU subscription. This is just my small way of giving back to you while also paying my bills and keeping the engine of the business running.
Read on and love ‘em all, kay?
Tempting you with…
And now, as promised, you are the very first ever to see what I’m dreaming up for Nashit and Pehel in Tempt (Ruthless Billionaires).
Fog two feet thick wafted up from the ground, like a siren trailing song over everything she touched. As far as the eye could see and he had perfect eyesight, was Bhatnagar land. The Farm’s land. Ancient trees and fields for sowing feed and carefully manicured lawns dotted the land for over twenty-five thousand acres.
He mapped it all out in his head having walked or ridden or driven through most of it since he was eleven years old and had first stepped foot on The Farm.
Floodlights dotted the land, randomly casting ghostly shadows on the hulking structures – the barns, the feeding areas, the corrals, and the training areas. All of which contained a large, stylized B – stamping the brand of The Farm on everything that moved and everything that didn’t.
The brand on Nashit’s chest, a tattoo he’d been given when he was nineteen and had formally been asked to join The Farm, throbbed dully. A reminder of his place in the grand scheme of things.
On the other side of Pehel, were wood and cement structures that held all the precious cargo and product Bhatnagar Stud and Racing Farm sold – winning Thoroughbreds.
Some of them were so precious they had air-conditioned quarters while some of the farmhands didn’t even get a goddamn ceiling fan in the bunkhouses.
That is it for this edition of The Writer Gal Letter, Postmate. I’ll be back super soon with more Tempt news (maybe a sampler for you) and more.
Till then, stay safe and awesome and in the light.
Xx
Aarti