This is my stop during the book blitz for The Name of Red by Beena Khan. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 1 till 7 July. See the tour schedule here.
The Name of Red By Beena Khan
Genre: Literary Fiction/ Contemporary Romance
Age category: Adult
Release Date: 15 May, 2020
Blurb:
Two strangers on the same path.
Survivors. Companions.
They will be each other’s salvation.
On a rainy, winter night, a mysterious woman in a red dress seeking shelter comes inside the restaurant Kabir was busy working in —primarily the bar— and night after night, drink after drink, she comes back to the same spot. That is where he sees her for the first time.
Hundreds of patrons around her try to speak with her daily, but she dismisses them. It appears she wants to remain in a blissful peace alone with her booze and books. After seeing the mysterious woman reading a book, and because of his shy nature, Kabir gains entrance into her life by anonymously leaving books with notes for her.
The Name of Red is the story of two strangers, two different personalities who meet on a winter, rainy night who challenge each other. They have a connection which blossoms into a friendship due to their fondness of books. But they both have secrets that can bind them together or threaten their newfound relationship forever.
You can find The Name of Red on Goodreads
You can buy The Name of Red here:
- Amazon US
- Amazon UK
- Amazon CA
- Amazon AUS
- Barnes & Noble
You can watch the trailer for The Name of Red on Youtube
The restaurant Ferdaus was filled with a buzzing crowd.
The smoke around the people twisted and formed curls, illuminated under the bar lights. The atmosphere was a hazy cloud, lingering against their clothes. Several people came in seeking shelter from the pouring rain outside. The customers of the restaurant turned to look at the entrance door- bell jingling. They glanced at the large crowd coming as the glass door was pulled open, and they watched as someone newstepped in behind them.
The woman walked into the bar for the first time in the winter rain.
She didn’t have an umbrella on her; her little sleeveless dress
ended at her ankles, fully drenched. Her wet dress clung to her
body, showcasing the outlines of her curves. In one hand, she
was carrying the skirt of her dress. Suddenly, she let it go, and
her long, bare arms moved upwards as she tried to fix her damp
hair which had darkened in intensity due to the rain. It fell past her
shoulders, the strands sticking to her face. She attempted to comb
through the tangles with her fingertips.
The men watched her movements hungrily, their eager faces drawn
to her and at the sight of someone new. Their eyes trailed from her
face, to her wet body, then back to the movements of her hands
entwined in her hair. Under her arm, she carried a book and a trench coat.
It appeared strange she wasn't wearing the coat when it was pouring
outside and freezing in the middle of November. Men were left
mesmerized by her, and she turned heads as she walked by.
Something radiated from within her, drawing the men around her in.
The women who were with some of these men noticed their gaze on the
unfamiliar woman. Now they stared at her with jealousy and anger.
Who is she? they wondered.
The bartender placed her drink, in front of her.
She eyed the amber liquid and the golden glow of the glass-like
cubes in her cocktail. Sometimes, she ordered whiskey mixed
with vodka because she liked the amber color, otherwise she
preferred vodka. The bartender called it New York Whisk. She
was entranced by the mini icebergs in the glass. She reached
for her drink with her slim, long fingers.
Alcohol.
The elixir of her life.
The strong tonic was the only cure to her life. She lifted the
drink to her lips, and the taste burned her tongue and throat.
“Do you read E.L James?” she asked Kabir one day.
Kabir shook his head as he took a sip of his Red Bull. “I read
her books before, but they’re not my type of romance novels.”
“Bondage isn’t your kink?”
He sputtered his drink, astonished at her direct question.
He was mortified, as his mouth fell open, before clamping
it shut again. He was stunned in silence at her boldness.
His cheeks burned hot, and he didn’t know where to hide
his face from her sight. His movements were frozen to the spot.
Did she really just say that out loud? he thought.
He noticed she was suppressing a smile, and she was
enjoying his reaction. The sight of him blushing egged
her on.“You’re very straight forward,” Kabir admitted softly.
About the Author:Beena Khan lives in a suburb in Queens, New York in her apartment. She is 27 years old from Azad Kashmir, Pakistan. She is an immigrant who moved to New York when she was five years old. She currently holds a Masters Degree in Developmental Psychology from Cuny School of Professional Sciences. She enjoys reading, writing, and netflixing. This is her debut novel.
Her website is www.beenakhan.com. Sign up for her newsletter where you can subscribe for book news, writing tips, upcoming releases, and exclusive content!
You can find and contact Beena Khan here:
- Website
- Goodreads
- Amazon
- Newsletter
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