Read-A-Romance Celebrates Diversity!
This month, we’re celebrating diversity & romance with 31 writers who represent a bright rainbow of color, culture, nationality, religion, ethnicity and orientation. Visit every day in January – you can see the full calendar of authors here – to check in and show your appreciation for a variety of voices who’ll share their thoughts on the 2015 RARM theme, The Joy of Romance. Let’s celebrate love for everyone! xo
Reet Singh chose to post a lovely poem. Enjoy! xo
……in the handsome head of hair, where
the curls provoke –
but still they tempt!
And my fingers itch to wander;
now to tangle,
then to straighten
stubborn curls that kiss your nape –
the nape I snuggle in to
when I’m cold, or when I desperately need
to breathe the musky scent
warm off your skin.
I find joy everywhere….
as you lay asleep by me,
so close, and yet as far as your dreams can go
while I watch your lashes flutter,
and wonder if you’ll wake
if I snuggle into your side.
I do, creeping in so you don’t notice;
or perhaps you do,
because you throw your arm about me
and pull me closer
right next to your heart
where the even, beloved rhythm
is just the thing I’m seeking.
I find joy everyday….
…… in the wicked twinkle as you watch
me filch another forbidden sweet;
in the throaty chuckle
while you read out loud –
our mutual favorites –
Or when you bring home
your warm, comforting self;
your special brand
I find joy in everything, then.
Questions for the Author:
Tell us about a moment in your life when you experienced sheer joy.
Gosh! This is harder than one would imagine. Hmm!
I’m going to go with the one time I was not burning dinner, and the phone rang. It was from a friend. She and her husband had just returned from a sudden, undisclosed trip out of town. With choked emotion she disclosed that they had gone and gotten themselves a baby. They had been trying to concieve for a decade or more when they decided to register with an adoption agency. The call came suddenly and they’d gone without delay. After two days of paperwork, the little princess was theirs – a baby that I had to meet immediately – so I threw the burnt dinner into the bin, remembered to turn off the gas, and rushed off to joyous celebrations!
There is, incidentally, a gorgeous little baby in my book “The Cure was Love” – do look out for him – he plays a stellar role in casting my hero, Rudy, in a rather lovable light!
Tell us about a place that brings you joy, or is attached to a memory of joy.
My maternal grandparents’ home, definitely, in a village in Punjab, India.
While they lived there, it was a holiday paradise in every sense of the word – cupboards full of books thanks to my bookworm mother and her brother, my bookworm uncle; orchards ripe with oranges, papayas and lychee; fields that sprouted sugarcane, the juice of which we guzzled fresh or after it was converted into exquisitely mouth-watering jaggery; and an ancestral property that harbored enough imaginary ghosts to keep me and my sisters horrifically engaged.
The romance I’m currently writing is based in this very village and is dedicated to my grandparents, – and to the months of happiness we experienced every year during our summer and winter holidays with them.
“No Escape from Love” is about Mohini, a reclusive handicraft artist who is hiding away from personal troubles in the village, and Sameer, a fashion photographer, who lands up there on the run from something himself.
Check out Mohini and Sameer’s Pinterest Board.
Tell us about a sound that brings you joy.
After an afternoon seista (a rare commodity, let me tell you), I love waking to the sounds of children cavorting in the park across the road. As their shrieks wash over me, my heart fills with a sunny optimism for the future. Also, I am reminded of my own childhood when outdoors was the place to be – our mother would keep shooing us in instead of the other way around as happens these days.
What recent book have you read that brought you joy. (Or a book you read in your life that brought you so much joy you’ve never forgotten it.) Why?
A masterpiece of a story about a haughty little kid whose favorite refrain is “I don’t care”! He drives his parents up the wall with his ennui until a lion comes visiting and threatens to eat him up, very politely of course. Luckily, the lion obligingly spits him out when Pierre suddenly realises that he does care. A lovely, witty story, fun to read out to kids again and again and again, just as I often did when my sons were little.
A teensy little excerpt that I got from an Amazon review will give you an idea of why I love it – also because of the fabulous illustrations!
“What would you like to eat?”
“I don’t care!”
“Some lovely cream of wheat?”
“I don’t care!”
“Don’t sit backwards on your chair.”
“I don’t care!”
“Or pour syrup on your hair.”
“I don’t care!”
And for fun, the joy of choice ~ Tell us about your favorite celebrity crush. :o)
Reet is generously giving away four books, print versions of both titles, one each to two winners from India, and a Kindle version of each to two international winners. (She reserves the right to send a pdf version if the Kindle doesn’t work out, which can be complicated from India.)
To enter the giveaway, leave a comment below or on the Facebook post you’ll find here (or both – Share the Love!) ;o) by 11:59 pm PST Feb 3. Good luck!
Reet Singh grew up on Mills and Boon and began writing her first romance at eighteen, after she’d had her eighteenth crush (seriously). Right about then, however, the demands of a career in medicine took over and put everything else on hold. Now, decades later, although the world of patient care takes precedence, she has picked up writing from where she left off.
Her debut romance, “Scorched by His Fire” was published by Mills and Boon in February 2014, and ‘The Cure was Love” in November the same year.
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