
Inderpreet Kaur Uppal
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Inderpreet Kaur Uppal
@indywrites
Developmental Editor | Author | Nurturing your words as they blossom and crafting your stories into books with heart |




THE BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE MARRIAGE #KU #bestseller #Romance #SundariVenkatraman #PanIndiaSeries She felt choked when her lips brushed against his ear as he suddenly moved closer. How am I going to survive three years with this hot dude for my fake husband? amazon.com.au/dp/B0GTRW453K

Kay Mehra makes an appearance on my Substack today: There are characters you write and let go of. Forever. You revisit them in memory and nostalgia and when you see the spine of the book they inhabit on your book shelf. And then there are the characters who linger, insistent and disobedient. Who refuse to be neatly folded away into the past tense of “that book I wrote once.” Who keep tapping you on the shoulder ever so often, mildly impatient, faintly amused, as if to say, really, you thought I was done with you? No way Jose. There’s more of me waiting to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting world. Kay Mehra has always been that character for me. Perhaps she will always be. She arrived in The Reluctant Detective, my very first book, with no grand ambitions of sleuthing. A woman who would much rather navigate the social minefield of kitty parties than dead bodies, thank you very much. And she continues to do so. And yet, there she was, in the middle of The Kitty Party Murder, doing what she does best: observing, judging, misjudging, and somehow, despite herself, getting to the truth. And now, here is she is again, with The School Gate Kidnapping, as unapologetic as she was from day one, and with a tad more faith in her bumbling detective skills. I think I loved her from the start because she is so gloriously unwilling. I think I also loved her because she was my very first creation. Oh yes, I have a bit of a God complex, go on, judge me for it. Kay is not brave in the conventional sense. Far from it. She needs her creature comforts and her carbs in equal measure. She is not driven by justice with a capital J. She is not trying to prove anything to anyone. She is, if anything, trying to avoid inconvenience. And yet, life, in its perverse way, keeps placing her exactly where she does not want to be. And she keeps getting sucked into things that are none of her business and extricating herself out of them without really getting her blow dry undone, or getting her constantly running internal commentary sidetracked. Read the article here: kiranmanral.substack.com/p/kay-mehra-wa…





















