Volume 1 includes three fast paced stories which are bound to keep you hooked - THE LAST SKYPE: What do you do when you are thousands of miles away from the person you love? You Skype.But what if what you see isn't what it actually is?IN MY HEAD: All killers have a motive. People don’t kill out of necessity; people kill because they want to kill. Would a mother murdering her own child have a motive too? He has seven days to find out.THE RITUAL:It's been 33 years. The comet is returning. His god is returning. The time is right for The Ritual. Will his god come home?

    An Indian scientist on the run. The spy apparatus of three nations after him and the coveted secrets he intends to take to the highest authorities. A girl who has become an unwitting pawn in this deadly game. A mastermind who will stop at nothing. They are up against a man with a troubled past who stands between life and death, victory and defeat. A conspiracy so devious it could forever change the nation. A race against impossible odds and time. Who will get their hands on the secret first? About the Author Abhinav is a columnist, photographer, software professional, Hindi music addict, reader and reviewer, and curator of the Indic Book Club. Abhinav’s writings have been published in DNA, Pioneer, Swarajya, LinkedIn, OpIndia, Medium, and elsewhere. He has worked at technology companies in India, the United States, and Canada. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Computer Engineering from Mumbai University and is a post-graduate from the Indian Institute of Management, Bangalore. He lives in Bangalore with his wife and two daughters.

    But Betty's luck turns to delicious lunacy when this sensible Everywoman gets drawn into the chaotic world of some very unsavory housemates - her friend Trudy, who talks too much; the lewd, seminaked Buck, who tries to have sex with everyone; and Keith, a serial killer who hides in his room with a mysterious hatbox. With sand between her toes, walking a thin line between sanity and survival, poor Betty will leave her summer vacation more terrorized than tan.

    His memories are clouded, except for images of glass and metal. He quickly finds that he’s not alone in this new realm. There are others who all arrived just as he did. In this strange world, people are driven by survival against forces that have little interest in continued human existence. But through the use of special tomes known as 'grimoires,' people are able to enhance themselves to increase their abilities and 'life properties,' giving them a fighting chance against the monsters that surround them. Without a chance to acclimate himself, Chaxin is thrown into a bloody confrontation with monsters born of nightmares. He soon realizes that one false step could mean his death. But death isn’t the worst that the Graymos has to offer. Can he survive in such an unforgiving world? If not, more than just his life could be at stake. Grimoire Bound is a LitRPG-Lite novel, inspired by Dark Souls, Lovecraft and Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash.

    What should be an exciting reunion goes downhill fast when it seems as if he is irritated by my very presence. Talk about awkward.All I can say is, for the time being, we’re both content with avoiding each other. That is until Shane reverts to his overprotective ways and almost gets me kicked out. Now, it’s either spend every waking moment together or go home to my overbearing mother.I’ll take option one, please.Armed with nothing but annoyance and determination, I strive to finish out the summer and figure out exactly what went down two years ago. After all, it’s not as if I had anything to do with the bro break up…right?This is a dual POV YA romance. Please be aware that there is cursing and teenage bad decisions. Recommend for those 16 and older.

    Fraud. Charlatan. I was all of those and more. Well, that’s how I felt most of the time. I write romance novels—and not the sweet, innocent, “dewy rose of her desire” kind. Nope, for me, it’s gotta melt your panties or I’m not doing my job. My fans love my books, but with every comment praising me for writing the wild woman they wish they could be, those words above are like stakes that pierce my heart. People say you should “write what you know.” Truth is, I wrote what I imagined, not what I knew. Sex with my nice, pleasant boyfriend always seemed restrained—and not in the fun way. If I wrote books based on that, they'd never sell. Oh, and those who say that even bad sex is still good obviously never slept with my ex. He dumped me, hoping for someone who won’t put their career first. And you know what? I was thrilled he beat me to it. No one wants to be the bad guy, so unbeknownst to him, he was doing me a favor. Now, with the access man baggage shed, I intend to do what any self-respecting romance author would do in my place: fly to Amsterdam to soak up as much experience as I can—no strings attached. Tax-deductible, intellectual, and purely sexual. You know… RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY. I expect to experience a wild week or two, acquire some knowledge so I can write what I know, so I don’t feel like a fraud. I’ll be ecstatic if I find even one man who can hold his own against my libido and sexual curiosity. But the thought of two drop-to-your-knees-gorgeous men who can outstrip me, or who would want me for more than just a good time? That sounds too far-fetched for even me to consider...