Today in the spotlight we have the lovely Devika Fernando. Devika has dropped by to share with us her brand new release – Kaleidoscope of Hopes.
Almost as soon as Devika Fernando could write, she imagined stories and poems. After finishing her education in Germany and returning to her roots in Sri Lanka, she got a chance to turn her passion into her profession. Having lived in Germany and in Sri Lanka with her husband has made her experience the best (and the worst) of two totally different worlds – something that influences her writing. Her trademark is writing sweet, yet deeply emotional romance stories where the characters actually fall in love instead of merely falling in lust.
What she loves most about being an author is the chance to create new worlds and send her protagonists on a journey full of ups and downs that will leave them changed. She draws inspiration from everyone and everything in life.
Besides being a romance novel author, she works as a self-employed German web content writer, as a translator, and as a faithful servant to all the cats, dogs, fish and birds in her home. When she’s not writing, she’s reading or thinking about writing.
High hopes mean big disappointments. Nadia has learned that lesson the hard way. Single, struggling to make ends meet, and hurt by the past, the last thing she needs is another complication. When her new boss – a handsome, secretive widower with a child – moves in next door, their worlds collide. Sweet hopes bloom again, but both of them are burdened by tragic secrets. Should she give love a second chance?
The next song came on, Don’t Speak by No Doubt, and one of his hands was crawling up her spine, causing goose bumps to rise. It came to rest exactly at the spot where her deep neckline revealed her skin. His thumb caressed the tiny square inch of bare skin, sending one delicious shiver after the other down her spine.
God, this felt wonderful!
Years and years of solitude melted away. She shed all her insecurities and inhibitions like a bride lifting her veil after the wedding ceremony to entrance the groom with her beauty. One of her hands wandered from his shoulder to his chest where it came to rest over a heart beating as fast as hers.
She felt him pull her closer, and closer still, until their bodies were molded against each other and every move caused incredibly tantalizing friction. The light cotton of her summer dress was torture against her skin, as was the way his fingers on her waist massaged and pressed with just the right amount of pressure. If he pulled her any closer, she’d break through clothes and skin, and fall through his body right into his heart.
She recalled the almost hungry looks he had shot her during the day, the countless times he had found an excuse to touch her. Was he as drawn to her as she was to him?
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