Product Details
Paperback: 344 pages
Publisher: IndiaWrites Publishers Inc. (November 21, 2014)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0692320296
ISBN-13: 978-0692320297
Jane Austen meets John le Carre in the riveting international romantic thriller Spy, Interrupted: The Waiting Wife, which follows a newlywed couple on an emotionally wrought journey rife with love, intrigue, and suspense.
When Nina Sharma falls in love with and marries the reclusive, New England aristocrat Stephen Edward James, she expects life will change. But she could not anticipate how. After six months of seemingly serene wedded bliss, a trip to India begins to unravel the secrets of Stephen’s hidden life—and the truth will have the pair evading terrorists and narrowly escaping with their lives. As Nina grapples with the truth about the stranger she married, Stephen must do everything in his power to keep his wife alive and bring down the men he’s hunting—and who are hunting him.
Then, the photographs start arriving…photos from a mysterious sender. Photos of Stephen and Nina in increasingly intimate moments.
Can Nina and Stephen’s fledgling love survive? Can they survive?
Filled with intriguing characters and plot twists that span multiple continents, Spy, Interrupted: The Waiting Wife is a unique and thrilling, cross-cultural novel about the strength and endurance of love.
Excerpt from
SPY, INTERRUPTED: THE WAITING WIFE
By T. Dasu
Stephen
couldn’t reconcile the girl in front of him with the picture his boss had painted.
George must have been crazy. Did he seriously expect this girl to go to hostile,
remote places in Pakistan? It would be madness to send her out to hobnob with spies,
informants, and jihadis. She could barely walk in the sun.
“She
can help us,” George had said. “She speaks Hindi, Gujarati, and Urdu. She works
for BigSearch, Inc., and as a part of her job travels to remote villages—particularly
in Gujarat and Rajasthan, near the Indo-Pak border. They’re popular points of entry
for terrorists, second only to the Kashmir border. And nobody would suspect her!
Her boss swears by her smarts. She is exactly what we need.”
She
might be sharp, but she was not their type at all. Deceit and distrust were prerequisites of the
life of an undercover CIA agent. She hadn’t shown either of those traits.
He
pushed his plate away and settled back on the beach blanket, his hands under his
head for support. George had said to find out if she had met Tariq Rehman, the Pakistani
writer. Rehman was traveling
quite a bit lately. He had been spotted by electronic eyes at crowded venues all
over the world—at airports, sporting events and music festivals—within hours of
sightings of suspected terrorists at those very locations. And now Rehman and Sid seemed to have become best buddies. They
talked several times a day. George wanted to know about what.
“I’m
going to take a nap,” Stephen said.
Really? Nina was taken aback. What kind of
date was this?
“It’s
too hot right now. We have another hour before it cools down.” He glanced at his
watch. “We can see the lighthouse and head out to the open sea for the sunset after
that. There are newspapers and magazines in the gym bag if you’d like to read.”
He
saw the look on her face and laughed. “Trust me. You won’t last until sunset without
a nap. I highly recommend one.” With that he covered his face with a newspaper and
fell asleep almost instantly.
Nina
shook her head. What was the point of going all the way there to take a nap
like a couple of toddlers? She fished for the New York Times in the gym bag. It was surprisingly heavy when she tried
to push it away. What did he have in it, a nuclear reactor? She threw the pillow
on it and leaned against it to read.
***
When
Stephen woke up, the day was cooler, the sun less fierce and much lower in the sky.
Nina had fallen asleep despite scoffing at his advice. He rolled over on his belly
to take a closer look at her. She wore no makeup. Her skin was the color of
molten honey with a faint blush from the heat and wine. Large eyelids lay closed
under long, arching brows. It was a tranquil, contented face; her lips curved with
the hint of a smile even in sleep.
He
remained like that for a few minutes with his face barely inches away from hers.
A faint perfume rose and ebbed with her breathing. He had a wicked impulse to kiss
her. But his inherent decency prevailed,
and he rolled away and sat up. His eyes were instantly drawn to her feet. Earlier
he had watched surreptitiously while she’d removed her shoes and her feet emerged,
soft and brown, with glorious metallic-peach nails—a welcome surprise given how
severe the rest of her outfit was.
“Nina,” he said loudly.
“Wake up.”
She woke with a
start. Stephen was squatting on his heels next to her. She sat up and
straightened herself. It was embarrassing beyond words, not to mention
shocking, that she had fallen asleep within feet of him.
“There’s a restroom
in the lighthouse if you’d like to freshen up.” He broke into a wide grin and
discomposed her even more. She looked away quickly. He was different when he smiled—younger
and not so hard edged, almost charming.
They climbed the rough-hewn
rock steps to the lighthouse. It wasn’t very tall. Inside, a spiral staircase led
to the top, where a makeshift viewing platform encircled the lighthouse.
The view was breathtaking.
To the left the bay stretched out to the town they had left behind earlier that
morning. In front of them and to the right, the open sea shimmered. The sun had
acquired an orange glow as it made its slow descent in the west. Seabirds rode invisible
air currents and glided past their heads.
Stephen looked at the
boats that plied the ocean below and began to whistle an old rowing song his
grandfather had taught him. Could it be that he was actually happy? When was the
last time that had happened? More than
twenty years ago, when his grandfather was still alive, and his parents, although
alienated and distrustful, still lived under the same roof.
“Look.” He grabbed Nina’s
arm. “Dolphins!” He took a pair of compact binoculars from his pocket, unfolded
them, and gave them to her.
“Where? Where?”
He turned her impatiently
by the shoulders to point her in the right direction. The dolphins must have just
had a good meal. They were lively and playful. They circled, jumped, and rolled,
solo and in pairs.
Nina forgot her fear
and leaned precariously over the rail with the binoculars. “Oh my God, they’re beautiful!”
They shared the binoculars
and took turns watching the dolphins. They didn’t notice how low the sun had
sunk in the meantime.
“We should leave,” Stephen
said abruptly.
They raced down the
stairs, packed their things, and boarded the boat. It chugged along slowly into
the open water, where they could get a clear view of the sun’s disappearing into
the fiery ocean.
Stephen killed the motor.
The boat rocked gently with the waves. They were bathed in the glow of the sun and
the sea. It was a spectacular show—the water swallowed the orange orb bit by bit
until there was only a ghostly, crepuscular light left in the sky.
Stephen turned the boat
around and headed back to town. Lights came on one by one along the shore, and dusk
gave way to a star-filled sky. Neither he nor Nina uttered a word.
He returned the boat
to the marina, and they walked home in continued silence, completely contented.
When they got to Stephen’s dock, Nina stretched out her hand.
“Thank you. I had an
absolutely fantastic time.”
He took her hand but,
instead of shaking it, leaned forward on an impulse and kissed her—a soft, long
kiss on the lips. She was startled. There had been no hint or warning.
“I should go,” she said
quietly.
“Of course.” He released
her and buried his hands deep in his pockets.
The moon shone down
on her as she walked back to the Alis’ place with her head bowed. When she got to
the door, she turned around to see if he was still there. He was.
Excerpted from the
book SPY, INTERRUPTED: THE WAITING WIFE by T. Dasu. Copyright © 2015 by T.
Dasu. Reprinted with permission of IndiaWrites Publishers, Inc. All
rights reserved.
T. Dasu enjoys classic stories of love and longing like Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Love in the Time of Cholera, and is hooked on literary espionage exemplified by Graham Greene’s Our Man in Havana. Her writing is influenced by these two distinct styles of storytelling. In addition to such unattainable literary role models, Dasu is inspired by richly varied experiences acquired while spending her impressionable years on multiple continents. She is a published author of both fiction and nonfiction works, and also translates regional Indian fiction into English.
http://tamraparnidasu.com/
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