It's 11pm in LA!

And I'm here to talk You're Just Not My Type

Mahalo,

I’m listening to Troye Sivan and Ariana Grande’s We Can Just Dance as I write this edition of The Writer Gal Letter. And I’m most certainly NOT dancing, Postmate. This edition of TWGL was supposed to be written yesterday but I was down with a terrible bout of carsickness after having guests over so I slept like for twelve hours straight. Sigh. #glamorouslife of a writer.

Anyway! Imma keep this one fairly straight and simple.

August 14, 2023 - Save the Date

💗 Postmate YJNTM comes out AUGUST 14, 2023 - one week later - than planned!

It won't be an Aarti V Raman release without some release date shenanigans, am I right?

The reason for this delay is two-fold.
1. I need an extra few days to polish it up and make it shine. Yes, this includes spicing up the smut scenes 😂
2. The amount of ARC interest generated for this book has made me pause and reconsider the amount of time the ARC team will need to read the book prior to release.

For everyone who has pre-ordered the book, you'll have received a notification email from Amazon signifying the change of date. It won't change from August 14, 2023 I swear it on Barbie'd sequin heels.

But here is a hot excerpt for you to devour so you don’t mind it too much!

Hot and Bothered - You’re Just Not My Type edition

He cupped my throat and kissed me slowly. Softly. His tongue taking shallow lips of my mouth, savoring me.

My heart thickened to molasses. As if I was stuck in amber and could only wait for the next thing to happen to me.

His hand did not move from my butt, except to go lower and higher. Squeezing me and feeling me up till I was ready to combust from the tension. The ache between my legs was torture, wetting me from the inside in a way I hadn’t even in real life.

He fingered the edges of the sleep shorts.

“Nice color. Grey satin looks cute on you,” he murmured near my ear.

I groaned. And ground against him some more. I was almost, almost ready to come.

“Hurry up,” I ordered him. I writhed against him.

He laughed. The bastard laughed in my ear and kissed the lobe before sucking it between his teeth. Then, releasing it. I gushed like a faucet had opened inside me on that gesture alone.

He touched some of the moisture between us. “Messy looks good on you too, baby.”

I moaned as he moved me higher on his body, clutching me close with possessive hands. Encouraging me to ride his iron thigh. I didn’t want to, but was helpless to do otherwise.

“I hate you,” I muttered.

“No.” He tongued my nipple through the lacy camisole. And bit it lightly. I shuddered like I was being electrocuted, my core clenching in tight, painful response. “You don’t.”

I leaned back against his embrace. It was surprisingly strong. Surprisingly comforting. I hated how much I enjoyed it. Enjoyed him.

Here are four reasons I, Niva, know Max is not for me no matter what my sweet delusional family thinks!
1. He pairs brown sweater vests with glasses like a nerdy engineer.
2. He likes boring dal rice. I'm obsessed with spicy tandoori chicken.
3. He is now (kind of) my boss at the gaming company where I work. And his first order of business? Fire the staff.
4. I actually maybe like this other guy I'm chatting with on the game boards 'for research' even though we've not met yet IRL.
Then I'm forced to work with Max to launch our new game. I begin to see the hot, sweet introvert under the joyless, uptight clothes. In a moment of weakness, I ask him to be my fake date at my frenemy's wedding.
And he agrees!
Between the launch, fake dating, and the tension simmering between us, I uncover his heartbreaking secrets.
But, this doesn't mean I'm falling for my nemesis. Okay?
Because, sorry Max, you're just not my type.

You're Just Not My Type is a feel-good standalone romantic comedy with delicious desi food, gamertalk, a well-meaning interfering family, and angsty MCs who are total opposites with a guaranteed happy ever after.

Drake, Nihaal, Nashit are all in first person!

The Ruthless Billionaires are ALL in first-person dual POV now. So you get the same story in a brand-new form. And, because this is a drastic change CLAIM, BURN, BLAZE, and TEMPT are all 99c only for the next few days. They are also available to read on Kindle Unlimited, so download them all now?!

The paperback versions are being slowly uploaded by my team and me so await further updates on that!

I truly hope you enjoy this series of interconnected romances with high stakes, high steam, and higher angst! :D

Writer Gal’s Writer Pal Present

This time I have the always amazing, incredibly spicy and super fucking dark Clarissa Wild’s newest release - Evil Boys. It’s a follow-up to Sick Boys and can be read as a standalone. Look at that sick cover, Postmate. I swear I cannot wait to devour this book!

BLURB:

I was hellbent on making them pay.

Instead, they bent and twisted me.

I am the golden child, the one who’s supposed to be perfect.

During the day I attend Spine Ridge University as my father wishes, but when darkness falls I put on my mask to hunt criminals and destroy them.

Until one night when I come face to face with three evil boys …

Kai, Nathan, and Milo from the Phantom Society. Secretive, violent, dirty guys who promise to expose my vigilante justice and put my dangerous side-job in the limelight.

They’ll show the world how savage I truly am … unless I let them have their way with me.

My body bartered for their silence … And I say yes.

They’re shameless in claiming me, not even my dignity is spared.

With their devious games they make me question my sanity.

Worst of all … I’m beginning to love every inch of their corruption.

Until it’s no longer just bodies against bodies, but four hearts beating in sync.

But if I’m really going to go down this path to hell …

I’m taking those devils with me.

That is all I have for this (slightly late) edition of The Writer Gal Letter, Postmate. I’ll see you soon with more updates - hopefully paperback-related, YJNTM news and more.

Till then enjoy books and smile more,

Xx

Aarti