Book Trailer Coming Soon : The Clockmaker

While my book is with the editor I have something to share with you all.

Book Trailer COMING SOON!

Book Title: The Clockmaker (The Jungle Series Book 1)

Genre: #Paranormal #Supernatural

Releasing date:  Sep 2018

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The Clockmaker

Read an excerpt

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Excerpt: The Wedding Gift (A short story)

She stood in front of her murderer, a lifeless body, listening to every word he spoke with utter attention. As if he was chanting some mantra of her destruction. When he finally ended, Nirmala couldn’t feel the ground beneath her feet. The world spun in front of her eyes and she tried to hold on to something, probably his arms, to stop her from falling down. But then, he had already turned his back towards her and was moving towards the door. She couldn’t let him just go. The act was not yet over. It was her turn now.

Nobody walks away with murder.

Releasing on      5th Feb 2018, on Amazon, Kindle Unlimited, KU.

Mark your calendar.

 

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Excerpt: The Clockmaker – The Nightmare

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Ashish lay in bed sweating profusely. Whatever had happened in his shop had horrified him beyond words. He knew he could never be able to explain the incident to anyone. After endless tossing and turning he fell asleep only to be overpowered by his nightmare.

It was dark already. A small fire burning

 “Give me back my money!”

 “Are you done? We will miss the bus?”

 “ We will see how you put up your stall here again?”

 A hand from behind the bushes

“I am too old now. You carry on.”

Weary feet running in the jungle

“I am the clock maker.”

“I am not going anywhere!”

“I have been waiting for you!”

“Just wait and watch!”

“ Here take this! Mend it for me.”

“We are not going anywhere!”

Ashish woke up with a jolt in the wee hours of the morning. He found he had accidentally wetted his bed. But he didn’t care anymore. He lay in his wet bed wide eyed thinking and shaking nervously. He had no urge to even get up and change his wet clothes. His body was as cold as an ice.

It was not the first time the nightmares haunted him. He remembered it very clearly. It had started after his father’s demise. At first he had thought it was due to the personal loss in the family as he had been very young then. But over the years it had gripped his consciousness in such a manner that sometimes it became difficult for him to differentiate when he was dreaming and when it was for real. However, the previous night’s nightmare had left him shaking. It was the first time his nightmare was interrupted by the incidents of the day.

He lay on his back on the bed looking at the spinning ceiling fan above, without flicking his eyes.

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