About the book
His family is being held to ransom by a deadly mastermind.
Vikram never should have left his family, but when Vikram’s father brings his half-brother Vishal home, life will never be the same. Vikram thinks things will be better now that he’s gone. He’s met the love of his life, his future looks bright and then everything is shattered. Now, his family’s life is hanging in the balance, and only Vikram can do what needs to be done to save them. From the bestselling dystopian fiction author with over 200 reviews and ratings of her dystopia books across Goodreads, Amazon and other retailers.
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An excerpt from the book
Clad uniformly in jeans, hoodies and baseball hats, the boys look pretty slick. Tenzin wears a brand new Lacquer jersey, another gift among the many he receives from home on a weekly basis. Me—I like my faded old leather bomber jacket. My concession to fitting in with the boys is my very own pair of Wu-Tang jeans. There’s just something badass about them. It’s a brand I am going to stick to, especially in the more trying times of my life ahead.
Not that you’d know it that day, as the five of us swagger up the strip in the town centre. It’s August, just a few months into the start of the school year. The sun is just beginning its descent, and the shop lights twinkle on, one by one. We perch at the gang’s customary spot. It’s a bench at the edge of the mall. If you look down you can see the rest of the town spread out one way. Look the other direction and the entire mall spreads out before you. More importantly, you can see every single girl who walks by. It also gives them a clear view to check us out.
“So remember, stay cool. Don’t give these girls the time of the day,” Tenzin lectures as I take in the scene. “Especially this girl, Miriam—Mirri—boy, I so want to get into her pants. But, you know, got to act all casual around them. Let them come to you, know what I mean?”
“The Italians call this passeggiata,” I say to Tenzin, as I stand next to him at the bench.
The others sprawl in various poses, meant to convey casual disregard of their surroundings. All of them have a lit cigarette that they puff at. Tenzin offers me one, which I refuse. “What the fuck is passe … passage … dude?”
“It’s an Italian tradition,” I say. “A gentle stroll in the evening through the town centre—for which you are meant to dress up, of course—and then you walk through the piazza, to see and be seen.”
“Yeah, whatever, man.” Tenzin puffs away on his cigarette, coughing a little. “You going to Italy or something?”
“Nope, Oxford probably. It’s just … this reminds me of a passeggiata, Indian-style.”
“Dude,” he taps me on my forehead, “all that studying is frying your brains. You need to get out more often. Check out the girls … know what I mean?”
“Hmm! You need both brains and muscles … dude.” I grin, but I know what he means. The flame I’ve been carrying for Ash has died a natural death, but it’s left me with a bitter aftertaste. No, I don’t think I am headed anywhere near girls anywhere soon. I might look at them, but that’s about it for now.
“Hey, Tinny!” A girl in mini skirt, boots over her knees, leather jacket zipped up to enhance the thrust of her breasts, approaches us.
“Tinny?” Did she really call him that? I chuckle. Once. Before wiping all expression off my face.
“Hey, Mirri,” Tenzin nods. He’s playing it super cool, but his body is wound tight; he is almost vibrating in anticipation, hoping to speak with her.
“Who’s your friend here?” She nods at me.
I raise an eyebrow at her and almost choke at the surprise on Tenzin’s face. Apparently she’s interested in me. The rest of the boys are watching us, too distracted to smoke now.
“Ah, my friend, Vik. Vik, meet Mirri.”
I nod, unsure what to do next. Then I put out my hand, and when she places her smaller palm in mine, I kiss it. “Enchanted,” I say.
The boys around me chuckle. But Miriam takes no heed. Taking a step forward, she looks up and her eyes round with interest. Curling a strand of hair around her forefinger, she asks, “So, you want to go see a movie?”
Charm. It definitely gets you everywhere.
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About the origins of Ruby Iyer:
Growing up in Bombay, my daily commute to university was inevitably nightmarish. It’s just how public transport is here. The man behind you on the bus will brush up against you. You know you are going to be felt up on a crowded train platform. All you can do is accept it and get on. Or so you think. I did too, until, a young photojournalist was raped in the centre of Bombay in broad daylight. It made me furious. Nothing had changed in this city in all these years. Then, I had a vision of this young girl who would not back down; who would follow her instincts, stand up for herself regardless of consequences. Thus Ruby Iyer was born. Make no mistake, Ruby’s her own person. She leads. I follow. You can download the RUBY IYER DIARIES, the prequel novelette in the series free HERE
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About the Author
She almost died. But when dystopia romance author Laxmi Hariharan had a near death experience, she was told to write. Laxmi is the creator of dystopian romance series, RUBY IYER SERIES (The MANY LIVES OF VIKRAM ROY – FINALIST Indie Excellence Awards, the bestselling The RUBY IYER DIARIES , The FIRST LIFE OF VIKRAM ROY, The SECOND LIFE OF RUBY IYER & VIKRAM ROY, PANKY’s FIRST LIFE), and the Amazon bestselling, eLit Gold winner, The Destiny of Shaitan (Bombay Chronicles, 1). If you’re looking for books like Divergent and Angelfall, you’ll love the RUBY IYER SERIES.
Laxmi writes books similar to Hunger Games while listening to electronica; progressive rock, and downing innumerable cups of extra sweet ginger-chai. She is also an avid photographer of street art and believes she was a tree — a redwood — in her past life. London is where she creates. Bombay is what fires her imagination.