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Friday, September 26, 2014

Guest Post with Ayesha Patel and Giveaway

Meet Ayesha Patel, author of Priya in Heels.

Ayesha Patel was born in the rich and colorful state of Gujarat in western India before moving to Texas. She quickly found her footing in languages and creative writing and weaves her diverse background into her stories. She currently lives in the beautiful, though rainy, state of Washington with her husband. With a splendid view of Mt. Ranier behind her, a cup of coffee in her hand, and a ridiculously fast laptop at her fingertips, Ayesha is thrilled to explore the literary world.

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Thank you for having me today! While Priya in Heels focuses largely on Priya, it is written in duo POV. So, here are five fun facts about our leading man, Tyler.

1. Tyler is a baking man. Caramel popcorn, cakes, cookies, yep, he does it all.

2. He learned Hindi by watching Bollywood movies. It can be done.

3. He wears plaid. And he likes it.

4. He sounds like Adam Levine from Maroon 5 when he sings with his band.

5. He’s a Battlestar Gallactica fan.



Priyanka Patel is the epitome of an obedient daughter. She’s finishing up her medical residency at one of Houston’s busiest emergency departments, and has agreed—albeit reluctantly—to marry the man her family has chosen for her. The only thing that can derail the “perfect” life laid out before her is the sexy musician down the hall who wants into her life…and into her bed.

Tyler O’Connor has been infatuated with Priya since she treated his sprained ankle in the ER, and after saving her from a brutal attack, he can't get her out of his head. When Priya puts her family's wishes before their relationship, agreeing to an arranged marriage with another man, Tyler is devastated.

But love is fierce and unreasonable and clashes with the carefully sculpted life her parents want for her. Is going after her heart such a big deal, or will it truly unravel Priya’s world?

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Still attached to my notes, I opened and closed the glass door to room twenty-three, then closed the curtain behind me before looking up. What a mistake! I almost stumbled over my aching feet. Okay, I had to close my mouth now before the patient slapped a piece of tape across my forehead that read, “Idiotic Buffoon.”

The patient straightened and gave me a lazy smile. Yeah, he knew he had the looks. Shimmering green eyes like emeralds. Auburn hair, a little wavy, wisped across his forehead, curled over his ears, and flirted with his shirt collar. Kissable lips curved upward, set above a firm, square jaw. He almost had me stuttering like a boy-crazy teenager, the way his intense eyes held my attention.

Icy air puffed down from the ceiling vent and tickled the back of my neck, jolting me back to my senses. It was one of those weird moments when time stopped and all of a sudden you couldn’t remember what you were doing or how long you’d been mentally gone. It was a moment that made me think, Damn!

“Tyler O’Connor?” I managed to say, playing off my unprofessional reaction to the stunningly handsome man and quelling any interest.

“Yep,” he replied in a thick, low voice. Either too dreamy to be real or sleepy from pain medicine.

“Think you sprained your ankle or broke it?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, let’s take a look.” I snapped on a pair of white gloves from the triage cart, pulled up a rolling stool, and sat down. All the while, I surreptitiously noticed that Tyler was focused on my face, so meeting his eyes again was impossible.

With shoe off, sock on, Tyler rested the injured foot on a chair. The butcher paper crinkled underneath him as he shifted on the gurney while I lifted his foot onto my lap. At six-foot-one and a muscular two hundred pounds, according to his chart, his leg felt like dead weight.

I pulled down his sock to check for bruising and wounds, then pressed and felt for swelling. He hissed.

“Hurts?”

“Yep,” he responded in his amazing verbal repertoire.

“What were you doing when you injured yourself?”

“Walked off stage and buckled on a step.”

The image of this tall, brawny man stumbling down a few steps tickled me. I stifled a giggle. When I looked up, he rested his forearms on his thighs and leaned in, his face way too close for comfort.

“Oh, sorry.” Apparently, the giggle had escaped.

He flashed an insanely swoon-worthy smile. “Do I need an X-ray?”

“Only if you want to spend a bunch of time in our lovely hospital.”

“Do I get a meal and you at my bedside?”


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