Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Variables of Love

Synopsis -

Meena Kapoor knows what life has in store for her. She’s in her senior year at Stanford where she’ll graduate summa cum laude, and then she'll begin her interviews…her marriage interviews. Meena is Indian, and she’s never questioned that she’ll have an arranged marriage like all the generations before her. Not until she meets gorgeous math major Ethan Callahan. Ethan’s sense of humor and free spirit stir feelings in Meena she didn’t know were possible outside of Bollywood movies. It doesn’t hurt that he’s charming and has the uncanny ability to make math sound like poetry, but Meena knows their equation makes no sense in the real world.

Ethan finds himself intrigued by the mysterious, beautiful girl, whose big, brown eyes reflect great pain. His goals are small at first—to make her smile and then to laugh. But he soon wants more, and though Meena is adamant they have no future, he convinces her to share the present. Ethan believes every problem has a solution, but with cultural expectations and family duty among the variables, they will struggle to solve the ultimate equation to find happiness.

Excerpt –

“It is kind of cool…the mating for life thing. There are so few species that mate for life.”

I turned and stared at him, feeling my heart flutter by his very close presence. His hand twitched a bit, like it wanted to grab mine. Was he feeling the same charge of electricity I was? I wanted to be honest with him. After I told him, he would probably rather hang out with a swan.

“That’s why I love them. They are just like me.”

He didn’t seem frazzled by what I’d said. He was quiet, soaking in my words. Rachael told me statements like this were the fastest way to get a guy to leave you alone, but Ethan didn’t even seem surprised. “You mate for life, Meena?”

“My people do”

“Economists?” he asked with an amused grin.

“Very funny.”

“Are you saying there are no Indian divorces?” His question sounded genuine.

“There are exceptions to every rule, but we do have the lowest divorce rate in the world.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“It’s culturally discouraged.”

He nodded. “Maybe, it should be here too. But is that really the only reason? It makes it sound like it’s very difficult to get yourself out of a bad situation.”

“It’s difficult, but usually not impossible. That’s not the only reason. I think the marriages, in general, are stronger and more stable.”

“What makes them stronger? Religion? Culture?” I was quiet for a moment, contemplating my response. “Come on, the answer to the Western woes of wedlock could be solved by this very conversation. Surely, you have a theory.”

“Two words—arranged marriage.”

His eyebrows shot up. I had finally surprised him, but he didn’t hesitate with his next question. “People still do that?”

“It’s not as common as it was, but it’s not uncommon either. Most Hindu marriages are the result of an arrangement.”

“I don’t know anyone who would want to get married like that.”

I sucked in a deep breath, but didn’t let my eyes waver from his. “Yes, you do.”

Excerpt 3

“Why do you have a blanket in your car?”

“In case I need it.”

“Have you ever had sex on it?” I asked, staring at the soft plush material with narrowing eyes.

Ethan laughed. “Of course I have.”

“Oh,” I said, holding the material further away.

“It’s my sex blanket. Whenever I’m in the mood, I just lay it on the ground, take off my clothes, and the ladies line up.”

It took two seconds before his words sank in and I burst out laughing.

“I’ve had sex on it once, but don’t worry—I’ve washed it since then.” His honesty was jarring. Did he always tell the truth? He pulled it over us before crossing his arms behind his head and lying down. Our shoulders grazed each other’s. “Look up, sunshine.”

I gasped. The golden stars appeared to drop right out of the sky like they might fall on us. “It’s beautiful. They look so close.”

“I know. It makes you feel important and insignificant at the same time.”

“That’s a good way to describe it.”

We were silent for a moment, both staring at the magnificent view above us. “Do you bring a lot of girls here?”

Ethan chuckled, turning toward me and resting his head on his crooked elbow. “No, why? You think I should?”

Excerpt 3

“I’m really sorry, Ethan.”

“Don’t apologize anymore. It’s really okay. If that’s the dumbest thing you do in college, you’re better off than most people. I am curious, though, why you got so drunk. That’s not like you, sunshine.”

Her back was to me, and she clutched the covers, moving into a fetal position. I wanted to reach out to her. Her hair was still in a ponytail. Would it hurt to sleep like that? I wanted to pull out her hair band and run my hands through it, but I stopped myself.

“I didn’t want to be me tonight. I thought it would help me forget, but it didn’t.”

“Help you forget what?”

“That I’m not supposed to be here.” She shivered, despite the heavy comforter.

“Where are you supposed to be?”

“Dead,” she whimpered.

My heart froze in my chest, and I struggled to understand what she meant. She started crying soundless sobs that caused her body to shudder, like the emotion was too big for her small frame. I pulled her close. She turned and embraced me, and I held her tightly against my chest. I tugged out the hair band and stroked her silky hair while she cried in my arms.

I didn’t say anything or encourage her to talk anymore. Truthfully, I wasn’t ready for an explanation. I didn’t even know if I wanted one. I just wanted…no….needed to hold her as much as she needed to be held.

She fell asleep like that. I kissed her forehead and whispered quietly, “If you were dead, I’d have no sunshine.”

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Author Bio -
I am a hopeless romantic in a hopelessly pragmatic world. I have a full time life and two busy teenagers, but in the dark of night, I sit by the warm glow of my computer monitor, reading or writing, usually with some tasty Italian…the food that is!

I started imagining stories in my head at a very young age. In fact, I got so good at it that friends asked me to create plots featuring them as the heroine and the object of their affection as the hero. You've heard of fan fiction... this was friend fiction.

I hope you enjoy my stories and always find The Happily Ever After in every endeavor.

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Lacey Thorn

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  1. Looks very good. On my TBR list.

  2. This sounds really good. Added to my wl :-)

  3. This sounds so sweet! And MK, I love the way she says she writes "friend fiction." That's fabulous!

    1. Thanks Jana - my friends had lives full of plot least they did when I was done with them!

  4. wow... this sounds wonderful.... this is definitely on my list of books to read...

    Terry Taranto

  5. Sounds good. Love a good star-crossed lovers story.

  6. Great looking story. Cant wait to read

  7. Thanks Courtney and Leslie - hope you enjoy t!

  8. Great post MK! Thanks for joining me!

  9. The cover is great.

  10. love this book! a definite keeper!

  11. Narda Seaberry is the winner of the e-copy of Variables of Love! Congratulations, Narda! Please email me at with the email address you'd like to have your book sent to.