My sincere apologies for regular readers of this blog. I know I’ve been rather erratic of late. But, as the headline suggests, I am under a gun here.
The publishers are breathing down my neck, urging me to finish the MS and send it ASAP. The reason: so they can work on the marketing plan.
It’s all my fault really and the rather rash promise I made to them about finishing it comfortably by end Feb. And now there are only three days left and I’m still at least a week away from finishing. If not two.
As you can imagine, I’ve been staring at my computer screen for up to sixteen hours at a stretch. So, please excuse any typos you see out here. My computer is rather small. And while it looks sexy, it doesn’t really facilitate comfortable writing.
On a more upbeat note, I should be able to start posting excerpts from it in about a month from now.
When tall, suave, handsome Kaustav Kapoor walks into her office, ditzy private investigator Kasthuri (aka Katie) Kumar has anything but detection on her mind. He is, after all, a scion of Bollywood’s first family—perhaps he has a role for her? Perhaps she will, at last, get to sashay down the red carpet in a designer gown, with flash bulbs following her every move?
But Kapoor’s intentions are much more prosaic: he wishes Katie to trace the heroine of his new blockbuster (and, if Katie’s read the glossies correctly, his life) who is mysteriously AWOL. Despite her misgivings, Katie finds herself unable to refuse the task entrusted to her, and thereon follows a bewildering hunt for the film star across a trail of corpses.
And if that isn’t excitement enough, she has to contend with the maddening and mysterious, but, oh-so-hot, Tejas Deshpande.
The first in a brand new detective series.
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