Against The Tide by Summerita Rhayne
Publication Date: 17th May 2018
Can a concubine fall in love?
Lohana knows she cannot even dream of everlasting love. Trained to captivate men for their wealth and proficient in the required arts, a concubine like her is not meant to be a partner for life for anyone and most certainly not for the king. But King Jayatshatru has managed to steal her heart. In the politics of aristocracy, germs of intrigue flourish hidden behind the ornate doors. As love grows stronger, the plotting against her deepens. Will she be able to fight the forces against her? Does she even want to, when dreaming about happiness can lead both the king and her to ultimate ruin?
About The Author
Summerita Rhayne writes contemporary and historical romance with lots of emotional conflict. She first got published in 2013 and has won contests with prestigious publishers such as Harlequin and Harper Collins India. Her pet belief is, if the inspiration is strong enough, the story characters will find a way to make the writer pen them down.
Twitter handle: @SummeritaRhayne
Words trembled on her lips and she wished she were a man with the power to face him and vent her anger.
She held herself still, but it seemed he could read her, because as they strode through the corridors, he said with as much bite in his voice, ‘If you’re going to tell me how wrong I was to act like I did, save your breath. I value your opinion but don’t tell me I brought this on. I never denied there would be a battle facing us, but I have my way of beating the odds. I stay lowkey when I need to…a warrior knows when to attack and when to wait…there’s skill in that.’
Silence reigned and she kept breathing evenly, trying to still the tumult raging in her. He wouldn’t listen but the signs were everywhere. Oh, she wished she had the courage to refuse him and leave him, but now when the opposition had reared its head, some unknown streak of loyalty she possessed wanted her to stay by his side. She was stupid, a fool – she had to break away from him. This was destructive –
He was in her room…as though he’d instinctively sought refuge where he knew no one would disturb them.
He paced, then turned to her and clasped her upper arms.
‘No more,’ he said, ‘My patience runs out.’