A fabulous summer novella!
Ever heard of a romance start with a stabbing? Well, you have now!
Crazed wife Sara, stabs her husband's lover and then gets slapped with an electronic tag and sent back to London. The adventure begins when she leaves her posh lifestyle and moves in with her Bollywood loving parents.
A British Asian background and a determined Sara Sharma in the foreground. But wait, who are the men?
Well, there is the virginity taking George who seems to be lurking everywhere and Raj. Raj comes with an offer of a wedding in Goa!
Will Sara find a new love in London or will she return to her wealthy husband Mr. MacDonald in Scotland? Or maybe, just maybe a big fat arranged marriage is what she needs?
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About the Author
Bena Roberts was a journalist and analyst. Now she prefers the title novelist and romance adventurist. She graduated in England 1994 and then with a Masters in 1997. Born in 1973, Bena lived in West London until she was 24. Then she lived and worked in Budapest, Bruges, Prague, Amsterdam, Vienna, Hamburg and Munich. She currently resides in Germany, between Heidelberg and Frankfurt. Although she still refers to London as home. Bena successfully created a technology blog which gained funding, had lunch with Steve Ballmer and was top 50 most influential woman in mobile Her blog also won several awards including Metro Best Blog. Bena has two children, loves small dogs and always writes books with a cup of Earl Grey. Six Tinder Weeks, now Blind Dates, Big Love and Six Tinder Weeks is her debut novel. With two more books planned in 2018.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
My Rating: 3.5 Favorite Quotes: “Men are like a chapati. Difficult to cook in the beginning, but after five years you will be slapping them around! Make them your own!” My mother’s inability to make chapati after fifty years not mentioned. If I were on an airplane the sick bag would have been working overtime, but I wasn’t, both my parents were watching me, so I faked it and giggled. The volcano in my brain spurted lava. The DJ put on a popular Indian song and my mom plucked me like a chicken and ushered me onto the dance floor. Sara, sucked the teeth from Raj’s mouth. Sara searched for his tonsils until Raj went red, I feared I would have to resuscitate him. The expression on his face was stolen from Salvador Dali. The hall erupted in clapping and cheers, apart from Raj’s family who became wax works. My Review: I am conflicted about how to rate this unusual little tale. Written from a dual POV, the premise was compelling although the writing style was oddly peculiar with incomplete sentences and occasionally skipped about rather erratically without a rational or cohesive flow, like the stream of consciousness or the inner musings of a person with a short attention span and rage disorder. There were considerable instances of razor-sharp humor and clever wit, and other stretches where I felt lost and confused with few clues to what was actually occurring. Yet my interest was snagged and didn’t want to concede to a DNF, as I was curious as to where the story was going to take me. I was satisfied with the conclusion, but damn, I had to work for it.