Journalist turned screenwriter, Adite Banerjie, is a romance author based in New Delhi, India. Her second Harlequin romance, Trouble has a New Name, is out, and she is currently working on a romantic-thriller novel. She has an enduring passion for Bollywood movies and romance novels. After years of reporting and writing about the real world, she chose to return to her love for fiction and turned screenwriter. When she penned her first romantic short story, she won the Harlequin India Aspiring Authors Contest. Her debut novel, ‘The Indian Tycoon’s Marriage Deal’ released in India, the UK, and Europe in December 2013. She dreams that someday, one of her romance novels will be made into a Bollywood film, complete with song, dance and all that jazz!
Trouble Has a New Name is a fun-filled romantic comedy set in the Andaman Islands about a young woman who has to come to terms with her recent breakup and fight off the attraction she feels for the very handsome hotelier she meets at her best friend’s big fat Indian wedding. Recently single model Rayna Dutt does not feel like flying to her friend’s wedding in India. But she does—and when a mix-up with room allocation forces her to share a luxury villa on Emerald Isle with the gorgeous owner of the hotel Neel Arora, best man at the wedding, things begin to look up. Until Rayna’s ex turns up with a new girl on his arm! Hitting the panic button, Rayna searches for a solution. Surely Neel wouldn’t mind being her fake fiancé…? In an instant the attraction they share is at fever-pitch, but when scandal comes calling, Rayna soon finds herself in more trouble than she can handle!
He smiled enigmatically, ‘I’m reconsidering your proposal.’
His words took her completely by surprise. Did he mean it? Nah! He’s just toying with you!
‘Suddenly you no longer have a problem being a boy toy?’ She wished she could take the words back. ‘Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.’
The cold look in his eyes and the awkward silence that followed made her jittery.
‘My brother always says I have this annoying habit of shooting my mouth off. I guess it will be best if I leave now.’
As she made to get off the parapet, he put his arm around her waist and practically lifted her off. She pushed against him and felt the hard planes of his chest through his jacket, but he held her close. Heat slithered in her veins. His breath fanned the hair on her forehead and her own turned shallow. The blood pounded in her ears as she stole a quick look and stopped short at the hot intensity of his gaze. His eyes were focused on her glossy parted lips. He drew his thumb softly over her cheek and her heart tripped a beat before increasing its pace. She was fused to the spot, rooted by his touch, his gaze. She involuntarily leaned a little closer to him. Her lips were a heartbeat away from his.
His breath was on her lips as he whispered in a husky voice, ‘Your brother should have warned you… you get burnt if you play with fire.’ And then he let her go.