First and Only Destiny The Destiny Series Book 1 by Gloria Silk Genre: Contemporary Romance
Second edition of USA Today Bestselling Author’s debut novel. “Beautifully written love story. The prose in this book is extraordinary, the emotions heart-breaking and the author leaves you hanging on the edge right to the end of the story. I could feel the characters’ happiness, confusion, pain and sadness. When it rained, I felt that rain on me, when the characters were laughing, I laughed – it was really that good! I can’t wait to read the next story in this book and will add Ms. Silk to my “must-buy” authors. Love her writing! Ms. Silk fills the pages with emotion – hope, happiness, sadness, guilt, joy – you will run the gamut with this book.” Elizabeth Lennox, Author of the Thorpe Brothers series Do you believe in love at first sight? First love has never been more intense, heartbreaking, and oh so worth it! Shy artist Lia cannot resist gorgeous genius, Devraj. Sparks fly and their families and friends try to break them apart. FIRST LOVE… It’s love at first sketch for shy, sheltered art major Lia Abraham, when she meets the Bollywood-gorgeous Devraj Shah at a London university. But she refuses to show her undeniable attraction to the gregarious genius who is being groomed for his family business empire. Nothing can stand between her and her dreams of traveling and teaching art across Europe. No taking risks or detours for Lia! FIRST KISS… The last thing Lia needs is a handsome distraction from her true love: art. Although she protests, the charming Devraj, with his dimpled grin and sparkling eyes, convinces Lia to be “just friends”. But inevitably—with one rain-soaked, sweet yet sizzling kiss—their unleashed desire becomes stronger than their cultural divides—a Hindu boy and a Jewish girl? Gods forbid! As their friendship flares into an all-consuming passion, the growing pressure from both families changes the landscape of both their lives. FOREVER LOVE? Despite loving him to distraction, will Lia’s gratitude to her frail grandparents, who raised her, and her loyalty to her cultural ties, force her to forsake the forbidden fruit of her love for Devraj? Or can she stand up for her first and only love and face their uncharted future head on? A PORTION OF ALL GLORIA SILK BOOK PROCEEDS GO TO CANADIAN CANCER SOCIETY. **read as a standalone!!****Only .99 cents!!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo
Second Destiny The Destiny Series Book 2
From USA Today Bestselling Author, Gloria Silk “Beautifully written love story with a perfect happy ever after. ” Elizabeth Lennox, Author of the Thorpe Brothers series The standalone bestseller, First and Only Destiny gave Lia and Devraj their own well deserved dramatic and satisfying happy-ever-after! BUT what if… What if Lia and Devraj lose each other within minutes and are both left devastated, unable to forget each other? Second Destiny is an emotional, sensuous story of the star-crossed lovers reuniting 19 years later. Just as Lia discovers her husband’s infidelity, her first love, Devraj is at her door. Lia’s 18-year-old daughter and Devraj’s nephew are repeating romantic history. Can Lia and the Bollywood-gorgeous hero put their past behind, or will their sizzling, intense passion reignite and endanger everything in its path? THE OLDER GENERATION BROKE THEM APART… Lia Abraham gave up everything for her family and culture—art, autonomy and even self-worth. Worst of all was the sacrifice of Bollywood-gorgeous, idealistic Devraj Shah, when Lia caved in to pressure from both their families. She broke her first love’s heart by marrying the “right” Jewish man. THE YOUNGER GENERATION REUNITES THEM… Nineteen years later, minutes after Lia demands a divorce from her cheating husband, her world turns upside down again; Devraj is at her door. His nephew and Lia’s feisty teenage daughter are repeating history. They’re in love, but the now reserved, enigmatic Devraj is dead-set against the couple’s marriage plans. He is convinced Lia’s daughter will ultimately reject his nephew the way Lia had rejected Devraj. After years of feeling caged in a loveless marriage, Lia embraces her newly found freedom, and her resurgent passion for Devraj is irresistible. Once again, she surrenders to the true love of her life, but their affair re-ignites opposition from both families. Will Lia’s second chance at love again destroy her loved ones and her dreams? Torn once again between her love for Devraj, her family responsibilities and her need for true independence, will Lia choose duty over the desires of her heart? **read as a standalone!!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo
USA Today Bestselling author, Gloria Silk, loves writing sensuous, uplifting and unforgettable romance and women’s fiction. Her powerful stories are filled with passion without cultural borders, which will take you to various exotic locales around the world. Her books focus on the many facets of romantic relationships with strong and complex family bonds. Born in Russia, her love of travel was ingrained within her from a very young age, as she has lived in various parts of Europe and the Mediterranean. Some of her favorite visited places are Austria, France, the Middle East, Hawaii and Hong Kong. Her next planned excursion is to Australia and New Zealand. England (where she was brought up) holds a very special place in her heart with all its history and lush, green landscapes. Her background in English literature, writing and psychology help her create well-rounded, unique characters. After spending many years in London, England where she met and married her own loving hero, she now lives – and happily writes – in Toronto, Canada. For a very special reward of a custom book gift set go to gloriasilk.com/booksWebsite * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Amazon * Goodreads
First and Only Destiny by Gloria Silk
University of Central London, eight months earlier
Lia stole another glance at the beautiful, exotic young man whose image she was trying to capture
in her sketchpad. Ignoring the bustling atmosphere of the campus cafeteria, she focused on the sensuous
feel of the charcoal stick within her shaking fingers as it stroked the paper. Surreptitiously, she studied her
subject’s confident body language and his slightly amused, slightly superior expression, which acted on
all her senses.
Once again, everything around her had faded to background noise as soon as she had seen the tall,
young man several yards away, standing with his friends, yet seeming to be apart from them.
What a perfect Rajah he would be, dignified and confident, waiting for his beautiful Hindi bride to
appear. Lia imagined the delicate fragrance of a jasmine-and-rose wedding garland around his neck. She
resisted the temptation to draw him in a traditional white-and-gold bridegroom’s suit.
Why had she never met a “suitable” Jewish man who captured her imagination like this?
Suddenly, her subject turned away from the girl smiling up at him and looked straight at Lia.
Immediately she glanced away from those bright hazel eyes. Heat flushed her cheeks and her shaking
hand stilled above her sketch. Why had she chosen to draw him again? Was she watching too many
Bollywood movies with her aunt and grandmother?
Compelled by fascination with the forbidden, Lia hesitantly lifted her head. She watched the young
man stride towards her across the short span between them, his gaze never releasing hers.
She gulped, forgetting how to breathe.
Hunching over her sketchpad, she wished she could disappear. He would not understand her interest
in him was purely artistic.
Or was it?
Her world slowed as his bold steps covered the distance between them, like a conquering Maharaja
with golden-dark skin claiming his bride. The charcoal stick snapped in half in her hand. A sense of
inevitability rippled through her as he reached her table and she raised her head to look fully into his face.
Her many sketches had not done him justice.
Drawing in a revitalizing breath, she stared into those amber eyes that seemed to shine from within.
Lia absorbed his relaxed aura and easy-going smile, the tones of his skin, and the shiny black hair
stroking his denim shirt collar. Even the slight bump on his regal nose added to his attraction.
His eyes lowered to her sketch.
With clammy, shaky hands, she snapped the pad shut but could not look away from him.
He rested one large, golden, beautifully shaped hand on the edge of the table and leaned toward her.
“Like what you see?” he asked in a rich baritone that caressed even as it teased.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Her face prickled, leaving her as hot as if sunburned. She probably
looked as red as a cooked lobster.
Smile widening, he sat opposite her. “Let me see?” his tone a mix of request and demand she found
arrogant … and maybe a little attractive.
She clutched her sketchbook. “Absolutely not.”
Her refusal did not dim his smile. “Did you give me horns and crossed-eyes?”
Lia shook her head. “No, of course not! I mean it’s… it’s private.”
He shrugged, studying her. “Well, it’s my image you’re using. I should be allowed to see what
She took a slow, steadying breath. “I … I’m sorry. I won’t sketch you anymore.”
“I don’t mind. In fact, I’m flattered. I just want to see—”
“Please leave me alone.”
His dark brows rose. “Hey, now. That’s not very friendly. You seemed to be interested—”
“Please?” she interrupted softly, but clearly he heard her because he stopped in mid-sentence and
watched her reproachfully.
It was her own fault. She had been staring at him, drawing him, for several days. Treating him as if
he were a still life. But he was a live, healthy, attractive man, not a bowl of fruit, so of course he had
She glanced at the group he had left minutes earlier, several young men, as dazzlingly handsome as
the hunks in Gillette adverts, and sophisticated girls draped next to them, all students, and all strangers to
They had gone silent, their eyes fixed on her with open curiosity. Also obvious was the hostility in
the narrowed eyes and flattened lips of one young blonde woman, fashionably dressed, and boldly made
up. Her confident and assertive body language proclaimed her a woman who belonged here, not
intimidated and out of her depths, like Lia felt.
Heat penetrated from her neck up to her face as Lia shifted her gaze from the scrutiny of this man’s
friends and looked up only far enough to focus on his chin. “Please go away.” In the silence that met her
words, she suddenly heard how rude, how unfriendly she sounded.
Maybe if she explained. “I’m sorry, I-I’m here … just to study. I’m not supposed to … mingle.”
She watched as he weighed her words, holding her breath, willing him to accept her explanation and
simply retreat to his own world.
Instead, he grinned and shook his head. “I’m Devraj, but people call me Dev, or Dave.” The long
fingers of his outreached hand drew her attention but she was not supposed to have physical—or any
other—contact with men.
Devraj. Even his name was striking, regal. Feeling panicky because she wanted to touch his hand,
wanted to feel his fingers on her own, Lia stood so quickly that her chair made a harsh noise against the
Devraj stood up, too. Staring at him, slightly swaying forward Lia suddenly understood how
magnetism worked. Grabbing her large cumbersome bag and draping it over her left shoulder she said, “I
told you, I’m here, at this school, to study, not t-to meet strangers. I … I have to go. Excuse me.”
Her pulse galloping, Lia clutched her sketchbook to her chest and spun round to flee.
But he blocked her way.