ABOUT THE AUTHOR
She almost died. But when dystopia romance author Laxmi Hariharan had a near death experience, she was told to write. Laxmi is the creator of dystopian romance series, RUBY IYER SERIES (The MANY LIVES OF VIKRAM ROY – FINALIST Indie Excellence Awards, the bestselling The RUBY IYER DIARIES , The FIRST LIFE OF VIKRAM ROY, The SECOND LIFE OF RUBY IYER & VIKRAM ROY, PANKY’s FIRST LIFE), and the Amazon bestselling, eLit Gold winner, The Destiny of Shaitan (Bombay Chronicles, 1). If you’re looking for books like Divergent and Angelfall, you’ll love the RUBY IYER SERIES.
Laxmi writes books similar to Hunger Games while listening to electronica & progressive rock, and downing innumerable cups of extra sweet ginger-chai. She is also an avid photographer of street art and believes she was a tree — a redwood — in her past life. London is where she creates. Bombay is what fires her imagination.
Welcome to the excerpt tour and release event for The First Life of Vikram Roy by Laxmi Hariharan! The First Life of Vikram Roy is book #1.5 of the Ruby Iyer Series, but can be read as a stand alone novella.
About Ruby Iyer Diaries (Book #0.5):
With over 100, 5 and 4 star reviews across Amazon, Goodreads and Netgalley, don’t miss this chance to get your copy of THE MANY LIVES OF RUBY IYER. At 99p/c & Rs 69 for this week only. This is BOOK 1 in the Ruby Iyer series. A YA ACTION THRILLER with strong dystopian undertones, and a kick-ass protagonist, taking you on a white knuckle ride through a disintegrating Bombay City. It’s also placed as FINALIST Indie Excellence Awards 2015 & as YOUNG ADULT FINALIST in the 2015 IAN Book of the Year Awards.
A girl desperate to rescue her best friend. A cop willing to do anything to save the city he serves. A delusional doctor bent on annihilation. A terrifying encounter propels Ruby Iyer from her everyday commute into a battle for her own survival. Trusting her instincts, she fights for what she believes in, led on a mysterious path between life and death on the crowded roads of Bombay; and when her best friend is kidnapped by the despotic Dr Braganza, she will do anything to rescue him. Anything, including taking the help of the sexy Vikram Roy, a cop-turned-rogue, on a mission to save Bombay. The city needs all the help it can get, and these two are the only thing standing between its total destruction by Dr Braganza’s teen army.
As Bombay falls apart, will Ruby be able to save her friend and the city? Will she finally discover her place in a city where she has never managed to fit in? And what about her growing feelings for Vikram?
Vikram thinks things will be better now that he’s gone. He’s met the love of his life, his future looks bright and then everything is shattered.
Now, his family’s life is hanging in the balance, and only Vikram can do what needs to be done to save them.
From the bestselling dystopian fiction author with over 200 reviews and ratings of her dystopia books across Goodreads, Amazon and other retailers.
“A killer ending and the pacing of the story and the build-up is really good. I related to Vikram, really liked it.” Richard Sheehan, Author and editor
“I raced through the book… And the killer ending! Oh my God! It left me with a hangover, and makes me want to physically push the author to write the next book in the series faster.” Ritesh Kala, Book reviewer & blogger
If you’re looking for books like Hunger Games, then this dystopia romance, The Ruby Iyer Series.
with Ash. I got to be better than her at the game a long time ago. The only
reason I kept turning up for practice was to see her. Thanks to her, I
discovered a love for cricket. One that would last a lifetime. As it turns out,
I am a far better player than her … Or Amar. Good enough to make it to the
school’s official cricket team. Of course, it helps that while everyone wants
to get into the basketball team, not many want to go for the cricket team. But
I’m not complaining. I’ll take any opportunity I can to play the game.
Ash-shaped hole in my heart … well I don’t know it then, but it’ll be gone.
Soon. Filled over with other memories. Leaving just a light scar behind. Guess
I didn’t feel as much for her as I thought I did.
exams and playing cricket, I feel like my every waking hour is packed. I spend
all my spare time with Tenzin and his friends, which is how I come to be
hanging out in the mall at Mussoorie instead of hitting the books. But Tenzin
had insisted and so here we are.
baseball hats, the boys look pretty slick. Tenzin wears a brand new Lacquer jersey, another gift among the
many he receives from home on a weekly basis. Me—I like my faded old leather
bomber jacket. My concession to fitting in with the boys is my very own pair of
Wu-Tang jeans. There’s just something
badass about them. It’s a brand I am going to stick to, especially in the more
trying times of my life ahead.
the five of us swagger up the strip in the town centre. It’s August, just a few
months into the start of the school year. The sun is just beginning its
descent, and the shop lights twinkle on, one by one. We perch at the gang’s
customary spot. It’s a bench at the edge of the mall. If you look down you can
see the rest of the town spread out one way. Look the other direction and the
entire mall spreads out before you. More importantly, you can see every single
girl who walks by. It also gives them a clear view to check us out.
give these girls the time of the day,” Tenzin lectures as I take in the
scene. “Especially this girl, Miriam—Mirri—boy, I so want to get into her
pants. But, you know, got to act all casual around them. Let them come to you,
know what I mean?”
stand next to him at the bench.
meant to convey casual disregard of their surroundings. All of them have a lit
cigarette that they puff at. Tenzin offers me one, which I refuse. “What
the fuck is passe … passage … dude?”
tradition,” I say. “A gentle stroll in the evening through the town
centre—for which you are meant to dress up, of course—and then you walk through
the piazza, to see and be seen.”
Tenzin puffs away on his cigarette, coughing a little. “You going to Italy
just … this reminds me of a passeggiata,
forehead, “all that studying is frying your brains. You need to get out
more often. Check out the girls … know what I mean?”
muscles … dude.” I grin, but I know what he means. The flame I’ve been
carrying for Ash has died a natural death, but it’s left me with a bitter
aftertaste. No, I don’t think I am headed anywhere near girls anywhere soon. I
might look at them, but that’s about it for now.
mini skirt, boots over her knees, leather jacket zipped up to enhance the
thrust of her breasts, approaches us.
call him that? I chuckle. Once. Before wiping all expression off my face.
He’s playing it super cool, but his body is wound tight; he is almost vibrating
in anticipation, hoping to speak with her.
She nods at me.
choke at the surprise on Tenzin’s face. Apparently she’s interested in me. The
rest of the boys are watching us, too distracted to smoke now.
I put out my hand, and when she places her smaller palm in mine, I kiss it.
“Enchanted,” I say.
Miriam takes no heed. Taking a step forward, she looks up and her eyes round
with interest. Curling a strand of hair around her forefinger, she asks,
“So, you want to go see a movie?”