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Book Tour Sign-Up – Humanity’s Hope by Pembroke Sinclair

Saturday, October 14 2017

Book Tour Sign-Up – Humanity’s Hope by Pembroke Sinclair

JOIN THIS BOOK TOUR for Humanity’s Hope by Penbroke Sinclair About the BOOK Caleb, a 17-year-old boy, survived the zombie uprising, but he didn’t come out of the ordeal unscathed. He’s been scarred—both mentally and physically. The rest of humanity is trying to rebuild, to make the world normal again. Caleb is trying to return to a normal life also, but after all he’s seen, after the loss of his family and friends, the transition is difficult. The darkness that led him down a path of self-doubt and self-harm keeps trying to creep back into his mind. Things only become worse when he discovers he’s immune to whatever makes a zombie a zombie. Fighting zombies was predictable. He knew what to expect. Fighting humans is volatile. They are malicious and treacherous. They won’t stop to get what they want, and Caleb has to figure out exactly what that is. *Trigger warning: attempted suicide EXCERPT One Nation Under Zombies C aleb sprinted across the dirt road. His leg muscles burned. He was barely able to get his feet off the ground. The backpack slammed into his lower back with every step—the straps dug into his shoulders. As he approached the low wall, he slid into a crouch, turning so his back would contact the stones first. The pressure of the backpack pressed into his ribcage—squeezing the air out of his lungs. He pressed his lips together and let the stream flow out of his nose. He tried his best to keep it silent—a task that proved difficult with every pant. His lungs screamed for air. He wanted to draw in large, gasping breaths, but they would be too loud and attract unwanted attention. The undead were just on the other side of the wall, unaware of his presence, and he intended to keep it that way. Caleb’s gaze drifted back to the road and fell on his sister, Nina, and Len, his chemistry partner from school. They ran toward him as fast as they could with their heavy backpacks that hunched them over. Or perhaps it was an attempt to make themselves smaller so they were less noticeable—Caleb couldn’t tell. They slid up to the wall on either side of Caleb and attempted to control their breathing. This was a terrible place to hide—they all knew it. It was too open, too exposed, but there weren’t any other choices. The squat wall was right at the edge of a fallow field, across the dirt road they had been traversing in the hopes of finding civilization. They found the wall in a vast, rural landscape. The three of them were lucky there was something . They had come around a bend in the road and up a small hill, and there they were—zombies—shuffling aimlessly through the countryside. Caleb had to suppress his shocked gasp. They came out here because the urban areas had become too dangerous. There were too many zombies. The supplies had either been pillaged or were too difficult to get to. The country was supposed to be their hope, their salvation. So far, it wasn’t. The farmhouse was still ways away, about 50 yards. At least that was what Caleb assumed. He was horrible at judging distances. It didn’t matter anyway. With the zombies in front of them, the house was as accessible as another planet. But they couldn’t stay out in the open, either. The look on Len’s face reflected the turmoil Caleb felt inside. His eyes were wide, his face red from exertion. His head was cocked to the side, his jaw muscles tight. The look asked: “What do we do now?” Caleb had no answer. When they set out that morning to look for food, they had told themselves the zombies had been confined to the cities. Why? Because they had to believe something. They had to think there was still a chance. Caleb lowered his gaze to the ground. There was no way to respond to Len’s silent question. They just had to wait it out—make their move when they got the opportunity. Caleb glanced over his shoulder at his sister. She slumped against the wall, her legs sprawled out in front of her, her chin resting on her chest. His stomach tightened as he took in her pose. She wasn’t going to be able to move quickly from that position. She needed to be ready. Yet, he felt for her. What was the point of being ready if it meant they had to keep running? His legs shook underneath him as he held his crouch. It would have been such a relief to plop onto his butt and take the weight off his legs. He could’ve placed his arms around Nina’s shoulders and pulled her close. They could have relaxed in their misery. Instead, he gently backhanded her arm. When she looked at him, he thrust his thumb into the air. With an eye roll and deliberate movements, Nina moved into a crouch, removing the gun from the back of her waistband. Caleb focused on the weapon in his hands. It was there so often, it was like an appendage. He rarely noticed it anymore. But neither of the guns would do them much good; there weren’t enough bullets to take out the threat. Even if they fired their remaining rounds, all it would do was draw more zombies to their location. Caleb turned his attention away from his gun and stretched up to look over the wall. As soon as his eyes broke the surface, he scanned the area before sinking back down. His heart pounded against his ribs, his throat tightened. An undead lumbered close to the wall—too close. One wrong move or sound and they were spotted. He licked his lips and felt the sweat slide down his spine. If they stayed quiet, the zombies would keep moving. They just had to wait it out. A low, soft grumbling filled the air. At first, Caleb wasn’t convinced he’d heard it. It was so low, he could have imagined it. He had hoped he’d imagined it. But then Len wrapped his arms around his midsection and squeezed. The rumbling grew louder. It was hard to hide the sounds of hunger. Caleb’s eyes grew wide. He shifted his stance so he could explode onto his feet. The rotted hand reached over the wall and swiped the air between Caleb and Len. There were no other options. All of them sprang to their feet. The crowd of rotting flesh was converging on their position. Caleb extended his arms and lined up his sights. The crack of the gun echoed loudly in the country air; the corpse slumped onto the wall. All three of them jumped over the wall and ran toward the house. The path took them directly toward the zombies; they had to be fast enough to get by them. Caleb’s extremities tingled with adrenaline, his footsteps thumped rhythmically on the hard, dry ground. He sucked in long gasps of air, but his lungs still burned for oxygen. He caught glimpses of the other two out of the corner of his eyes. The undead drew nearer. Their arms outstretched, waiting to snag their prey. Caleb zig-zagged across the field. He ducked under a pair of arms, then shouldered a zombie out of the way. Its bones crunched against his shoulder, teeth gnashed close to his ear, driving him forward with more urgency. The house grew larger with every step he took. Almost there . A short yip followed by a grunt sounded behind him. He risked a glance over his shoulder. Len stumbled then fell. Caleb’s heart leapt into his throat. He skidded to a stop, turning to help his friend. Caleb was about to step toward Len, but he was stopped in his tracks. The action caused him to lose his balance. His arms flailed through the air to keep Caleb from falling over. An incessant, strong tugging kept him from moving forward. He turned to see Nina jerking on his backpack. Her eyes were wide and glistening with tears. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head violently. Caleb glanced again at Len, who reached for Caleb, his mouth open in a silent plea, tears running down his cheeks. Caleb reached toward him. Len’s plea turned into a scream as a zombie bit into his calf. A dark ring of blood stained his jeans and grew larger. Another zombie latched onto the fingers of his extended hand. The crunch as it bit through his bones rattled in Caleb’s skull. He pulled his hand into his chest. Caleb turned at that point. There was nothing more he could do. His sister grabbed his wrist, and they ran into the house. They took the stairs two at a time and headed into a bedroom on the right. After closing the door, they scanned the area, checking under the bed and in the closet. Clear. His sister collapsed face first onto the bed. From the way her body shook, Caleb could tell she was crying. He leaned back until his pack connected with the door. His legs gave out, and he slid to the floor. Pulling his knees to his chest, he wrapped his arms around his head and tried to disappear into himself. And then there were two . About the AUTHOR Pembroke Sinclair is a literary jack of all trades, playing her hand at multiple genres. She has written an eclectic mix of fiction ranging from horror to sci-fi and even some westerns. Born in Rock Springs, Wyoming–the home of 56 nationalities–it is no wonder Pembroke ended up so creatively diverse. Her fascination with the notions of good and evil, demons and angels, and how the lines blur have inspired her writing. Pembroke currently lives in Columbus, Nebraska, with her husband, two spirited boys, a black lab named Ryder, two fluffly Corgis names Floki and Siggy, and a rescue kitty named Alia, who happens to be the sweetest, most adorable kitty in the world! She cannot say no to dessert, orange soda, or cinnamon. She loves rats and tatts and rock and roll and wants to be an alien queen when she grows up.

Book Tour Sign-Up – Humanity’s Hope by Pembroke Sinclair [YA-Zombies]

Saturday, October 14 2017

Book Tour Sign-Up – Humanity’s Hope by Pembroke Sinclair [YA-Zombies]

JOIN THIS BOOK TOUR for Humanity’s Hope by Penbroke Sinclair About the BOOK Caleb, a 17-year-old boy, survived the zombie uprising, but he didn’t come out of the ordeal unscathed. He’s been scarred—both mentally and physically. The rest of humanity is trying to rebuild, to make the world normal again. Caleb is trying to return to a normal life also, but after all he’s seen, after the loss of his family and friends, the transition is difficult. The darkness that led him down a path of self-doubt and self-harm keeps trying to creep back into his mind. Things only become worse when he discovers he’s immune to whatever makes a zombie a zombie. Fighting zombies was predictable. He knew what to expect. Fighting humans is volatile. They are malicious and treacherous. They won’t stop to get what they want, and Caleb has to figure out exactly what that is. *Trigger warning: attempted suicide EXCERPT One Nation Under Zombies C aleb sprinted across the dirt road. His leg muscles burned. He was barely able to get his feet off the ground. The backpack slammed into his lower back with every step—the straps dug into his shoulders. As he approached the low wall, he slid into a crouch, turning so his back would contact the stones first. The pressure of the backpack pressed into his ribcage—squeezing the air out of his lungs. He pressed his lips together and let the stream flow out of his nose. He tried his best to keep it silent—a task that proved difficult with every pant. His lungs screamed for air. He wanted to draw in large, gasping breaths, but they would be too loud and attract unwanted attention. The undead were just on the other side of the wall, unaware of his presence, and he intended to keep it that way. Caleb’s gaze drifted back to the road and fell on his sister, Nina, and Len, his chemistry partner from school. They ran toward him as fast as they could with their heavy backpacks that hunched them over. Or perhaps it was an attempt to make themselves smaller so they were less noticeable—Caleb couldn’t tell. They slid up to the wall on either side of Caleb and attempted to control their breathing. This was a terrible place to hide—they all knew it. It was too open, too exposed, but there weren’t any other choices. The squat wall was right at the edge of a fallow field, across the dirt road they had been traversing in the hopes of finding civilization. They found the wall in a vast, rural landscape. The three of them were lucky there was something . They had come around a bend in the road and up a small hill, and there they were—zombies—shuffling aimlessly through the countryside. Caleb had to suppress his shocked gasp. They came out here because the urban areas had become too dangerous. There were too many zombies. The supplies had either been pillaged or were too difficult to get to. The country was supposed to be their hope, their salvation. So far, it wasn’t. The farmhouse was still ways away, about 50 yards. At least that was what Caleb assumed. He was horrible at judging distances. It didn’t matter anyway. With the zombies in front of them, the house was as accessible as another planet. But they couldn’t stay out in the open, either. The look on Len’s face reflected the turmoil Caleb felt inside. His eyes were wide, his face red from exertion. His head was cocked to the side, his jaw muscles tight. The look asked: “What do we do now?” Caleb had no answer. When they set out that morning to look for food, they had told themselves the zombies had been confined to the cities. Why? Because they had to believe something. They had to think there was still a chance. Caleb lowered his gaze to the ground. There was no way to respond to Len’s silent question. They just had to wait it out—make their move when they got the opportunity. Caleb glanced over his shoulder at his sister. She slumped against the wall, her legs sprawled out in front of her, her chin resting on her chest. His stomach tightened as he took in her pose. She wasn’t going to be able to move quickly from that position. She needed to be ready. Yet, he felt for her. What was the point of being ready if it meant they had to keep running? His legs shook underneath him as he held his crouch. It would have been such a relief to plop onto his butt and take the weight off his legs. He could’ve placed his arms around Nina’s shoulders and pulled her close. They could have relaxed in their misery. Instead, he gently backhanded her arm. When she looked at him, he thrust his thumb into the air. With an eye roll and deliberate movements, Nina moved into a crouch, removing the gun from the back of her waistband. Caleb focused on the weapon in his hands. It was there so often, it was like an appendage. He rarely noticed it anymore. But neither of the guns would do them much good; there weren’t enough bullets to take out the threat. Even if they fired their remaining rounds, all it would do was draw more zombies to their location. Caleb turned his attention away from his gun and stretched up to look over the wall. As soon as his eyes broke the surface, he scanned the area before sinking back down. His heart pounded against his ribs, his throat tightened. An undead lumbered close to the wall—too close. One wrong move or sound and they were spotted. He licked his lips and felt the sweat slide down his spine. If they stayed quiet, the zombies would keep moving. They just had to wait it out. A low, soft grumbling filled the air. At first, Caleb wasn’t convinced he’d heard it. It was so low, he could have imagined it. He had hoped he’d imagined it. But then Len wrapped his arms around his midsection and squeezed. The rumbling grew louder. It was hard to hide the sounds of hunger. Caleb’s eyes grew wide. He shifted his stance so he could explode onto his feet. The rotted hand reached over the wall and swiped the air between Caleb and Len. There were no other options. All of them sprang to their feet. The crowd of rotting flesh was converging on their position. Caleb extended his arms and lined up his sights. The crack of the gun echoed loudly in the country air; the corpse slumped onto the wall. All three of them jumped over the wall and ran toward the house. The path took them directly toward the zombies; they had to be fast enough to get by them. Caleb’s extremities tingled with adrenaline, his footsteps thumped rhythmically on the hard, dry ground. He sucked in long gasps of air, but his lungs still burned for oxygen. He caught glimpses of the other two out of the corner of his eyes. The undead drew nearer. Their arms outstretched, waiting to snag their prey. Caleb zig-zagged across the field. He ducked under a pair of arms, then shouldered a zombie out of the way. Its bones crunched against his shoulder, teeth gnashed close to his ear, driving him forward with more urgency. The house grew larger with every step he took. Almost there . A short yip followed by a grunt sounded behind him. He risked a glance over his shoulder. Len stumbled then fell. Caleb’s heart leapt into his throat. He skidded to a stop, turning to help his friend. Caleb was about to step toward Len, but he was stopped in his tracks. The action caused him to lose his balance. His arms flailed through the air to keep Caleb from falling over. An incessant, strong tugging kept him from moving forward. He turned to see Nina jerking on his backpack. Her eyes were wide and glistening with tears. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head violently. Caleb glanced again at Len, who reached for Caleb, his mouth open in a silent plea, tears running down his cheeks. Caleb reached toward him. Len’s plea turned into a scream as a zombie bit into his calf. A dark ring of blood stained his jeans and grew larger. Another zombie latched onto the fingers of his extended hand. The crunch as it bit through his bones rattled in Caleb’s skull. He pulled his hand into his chest. Caleb turned at that point. There was nothing more he could do. His sister grabbed his wrist, and they ran into the house. They took the stairs two at a time and headed into a bedroom on the right. After closing the door, they scanned the area, checking under the bed and in the closet. Clear. His sister collapsed face first onto the bed. From the way her body shook, Caleb could tell she was crying. He leaned back until his pack connected with the door. His legs gave out, and he slid to the floor. Pulling his knees to his chest, he wrapped his arms around his head and tried to disappear into himself. And then there were two . About the AUTHOR Pembroke Sinclair is a literary jack of all trades, playing her hand at multiple genres. She has written an eclectic mix of fiction ranging from horror to sci-fi and even some westerns. Born in Rock Springs, Wyoming–the home of 56 nationalities–it is no wonder Pembroke ended up so creatively diverse. Her fascination with the notions of good and evil, demons and angels, and how the lines blur have inspired her writing. Pembroke currently lives in Columbus, Nebraska, with her husband, two spirited boys, a black lab named Ryder, two fluffly Corgis names Floki and Siggy, and a rescue kitty named Alia, who happens to be the sweetest, most adorable kitty in the world! She cannot say no to dessert, orange soda, or cinnamon. She loves rats and tatts and rock and roll and wants to be an alien queen when she grows up.

Sign-Up – NeoGeisha (Phoenix Rising Book 2) Kindle Edition by Alexandra Christian

Saturday, October 14 2017

Sign-Up – NeoGeisha (Phoenix Rising Book 2) Kindle Edition by Alexandra Christian

NeoGeisha (Phoenix Rising Book 2) by Alexandra Christian About the BOOK BACK… Macijah “Cage” St. John’ didn’t want the spy life anymore. He would have been thrilled to spend every morning lying in the field behind Phoe’s home in smalltown Louisiana watching the clouds roll by. But his Miss Addison wanted to spread her wings, literally. So Cage accepted a mission that teamed him up with his lady love. If only he had trusted her TO THE FUTURE Everything about being a spy was a million times more exciting, and scarier, than the books she’d read in her former life as a librarian. When her first mission with Cage turned into a colossal clusterf*ck because he withheld information and kept secrets, Phoebe’s world narrowed into a long tunnel of betrayal. Captured by space pirates and delivered to a horrible fate, she wished the last words between them had been of love, because she was certain she would never see Cage St. John again. EXCERPT “I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me, Mr. St. John.” Cage whipped around, his autopistol clutched in his hand and poised to fire. He pressed the barrel against the side of the speaker. “I don’t think so,” he growled. “Jesus, Cage. It’s me.” Phoe smiled and pushed her hair away to reveal the tiny tattoo behind her ear. “Calm down.” “Sorry,” he whispered in that delectable ear before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss over the tattoo. “You can’t blame me for not recognizing you.” “Only for nearly killing me,” she huffed. “Come dance with me.” She took his hand and led him into a vast ballroom full of twirling couples. In this whole godforsaken Hell in which they were living, Phoe was a light. He could see her glowing from within the shell of the creature she wore as a disguise. She was a vision in a dress of red silk with folds of orange that made her look as if she were on fire. It clung to the assumed shapely form of Delphine LaLaurie, the vampire queen of New Orleans, but the movement was all Phoe. As soon as they stepped into the ballroom, the swirling crowd of couples stopped to watch them. “Keep moving,” Cage muttered, pulling Phoe close while moving slowly to the lazy music. “We don’t want anyone to notice Tristram’s consort dancing with one of the underlings.” “I think it’s pretty much common knowledge that Delphine dances with whomever she likes,” Phoe whispered, tracing her tongue gently along the cuff of his ear. “Or did. Perhaps you’re my babydoll.” “Funny,” Cage growled, nipping her throat. His chest tightened and he inhaled her scent deeply. She might look like Delphine LaLaurie, but she smelled like Phoe; honeysuckle and summer rain. Creighton’s glamour serum was good, but it wasn’t potent enough to disguise Cage’s true love. Synthesized from the same formula that made them shifters with a shot of a DNA sample, the glamour altered the user’s physical appearance to look like the sampled host. Chemical wizardry at its finest. She giggled. “This is killing you, isn’t it?” He pushed her away from him in a graceful twirl, admiring the soft line from the hollow under her arm that disappeared under the red silk bodice where Cage knew it would curve around her ample bosom. “What do you mean?” “I get to be the international woman of mystery this time. And you’re…backup.” “Charming,” he grumbled. “Don’t worry,” she said, moving suggestively against his pelvis. “I won’t get a big head.” “Just be careful,” he said, stifling a small groan.

Simple ways to look gorgeous | Beauty Tips

Tuesday, October 31 2017

Simple ways to look gorgeous | Beauty Tips

Woman with make-up "Women constantly change their minds when it comes to appearance. You may not want to stick to just one look and do something different, thus just tweaking your hair a bit or wearing another shade of lipstick than you normally do on an everyday basis is enough to change the way you usually look," says beauty expert Amyn Manji. Here are a few ways you can perk up your look - Shape your eyebrows: Eyebrows shape your eyes and face, thus if you have brows that helps highlight your features, there's nothing better than that. Says beauty expert Farheen Shaikh, "When you make your brows full and straight, they give you an innocent look, while defining an arch will make you look edgy." Do your hair differently: Instead of getting a haircut done or colouring your hair, you can always tweak your hairstyle a bit to make it look trendy and different. A middle part will lend a symmetrical look to your face, while a deeper side part will make you look mature. Changing your hairstyle is probably the easiest way to spruce up your look. Further you can also go in for a braid or a bun that are perfect options for a makeover. Choose bold colours: With the party season on in full swing, there's no better way to change the way you look than flaunting bright and bold colours in your makeup. You can always opt for a bright red lipstick or do the smokey eye look. Further you can also add bright colours to your hair to make it look funky. Says Manji, "In case you do not wish to colour your hair completely, you can add extensions in bright colours such as purple or fuchsia." Try a new perfume: Choosing a different scent than what you normally wear will also amp your look. It is best to choose one according to the occasion you are wearing it for. For example, if you are going for a party in the evening, you can wear something that has a hint of musk. But if you are going for an occasion during the day, it is best to choose something light and fruity. Illuminate your face: The best way to ensure that you look great and different is by dabbing an illuminating cream that will highlight your features before you apply a foundation. This will make your skin glow after you've applied your makeup. Get latest news & live updates on the go on your pc with News App . Download The Times of India news app for your device.

WATCH: Akshay Kumar urges fans to not reveal spoilers for Ittefaq

Tuesday, October 31 2017

WATCH: Akshay Kumar urges fans to not reveal spoilers for Ittefaq

Akshay Kumar urges fans to not reveal spoilers for Ittefaq WATCH: Akshay Kumar urges fans to not reveal spoilers for Ittefaq Bollywood Hungama News Network By Bollywood Hungama News Network Oct 31, 2017 - 6:10 pm IST Akshay Kumar has had a terrific 2017 at the box office. The actor, who is currently busy shooting for Gold , has a special message for the fans. Time and again, the actor has supported some of his colleagues especially Sidharth Malhotra during his films. Once again, Akshay Kumar has come out in support of his friends from the industry with a special request. Promoting Ittefaq , he shared a video urging his fans to not give out spoilers and reveal the suspense of the film. The video was shared Karan Johar , who is the co-producer of the film along with Shah Rukh Khan . Karan captioned it, “Thanks a ton @akshaykumar for doing this! For requesting everyone to NOT reveal the spoilers!!! Thank you my friend….#IttefaqThisFriday.” Ittefaq starring Sonakshi Sinha , Sidharth Malhotra, Akshaye Khanna is set to release on November 3.

Davolee - Oya Gbeff Lyrics ft. Olamide | Naija Lyrics Zone

Tuesday, October 31 2017

Davolee - Oya Gbeff Lyrics ft. Olamide | Naija Lyrics Zone

Take a blunt make you stone away your sorrow If them hurt you sorry o Oto ni nkan ti won ro o Take a blunt make you stone away your sorrow If them hurt you sorry o Oto ni nkan ti won ro o Oya gbeff oya gbeff Smoke igbo won ni o ti to No choke o Smoke igbo won lo ti to Before you go choke o [Verse 1 – Davolee] I no dey drink shey you no know Give me your blood no go give me ororo E ye ma fi ilokulo lo mi jare e fun ti e ba ma fun ko borrow A da ki e je ka pin dogba dogba no go do me ojoro Recently i was born again i don’t f with yolo Aprof kasa. Oya puff pass am Ti o ba ti ri mi ma sa Gbulo gbulo won a sa Se o ti yo ni answer Awa o ni ri ogun cancer Walking boy gbe ise ti o tutu wa ka sa Ti aba sa gbe Ti owo ba ti wo le ki abe Omo ti aba gbe wo club ti o ba le la igbo a ma labe The thing is getting serious People getting silly Won ni devo wants to killy us Baddo o de je ki n si mi

SNEAK PEEK: Kangana Ranaut looks epic in the warrior look of Rani Laxmibai

Tuesday, October 31 2017

SNEAK PEEK: Kangana Ranaut looks epic in the warrior look of Rani Laxmibai

Just last week, we gave a glimpse of Kangana Ranaut from the sets of Manikarnika where she was shooting for an intense sequence in a golden saree. The actress continues the grueling schedule of the film that features her as the protagonist and this time around, she was spotted sporting the warrior look. Kangana Ranaut was seen in a green outfit that female warriors sported during the era. She is shooting along with the entire unit of the film in Jaipur and the actress was recently seen getting out of her vanity van as she proceeded to shoot in Amber Fort in the Pink City. Earlier this year, the actress had released a sketch of her Rani Laxmibai look and we must say that Ranaut has retained the look perfectly as she kick started shooting in the same attire. Furthermore, we hear that lyricist and the new chairman of CBFC, Prasoon Joshi too had made a visit on the sets of the film. Let us remind you that Prasoon has written the dialogues and lyrics of the film. On the other hand, we got hold of yet another picture that has been circulating on social media of Kangana Ranaut as she is seen in a rather drenched look. The actress was reportedly shooting for a sequence which represented a ritual of sorts and that is why the drenched look. The actress, as we know, has undergone extensive preparations for the film which also includes sword fighting and horse riding. Manikarnika also stars Ankita Lokhande, Shwetha Tripathi, and Suresh Oberoi among others and is slated to release on April 27 next year.

Box Office: Secret Superstar collects 1.3 mil. USD in U.A.E/ G.C.C

Tuesday, October 31 2017

Box Office: Secret Superstar collects 1.3 mil. USD in U.A.E/ G.C.C

The Advait Chandan directed film Secret Superstar released a while back and since then the film has been doing brisk business at the box office. Featuring Zaria Wasim and Aamir Khan the film opened to good responses from the critics and audience alike. Despite facing competition in both the domestic and international markets from the other release Golmaal Again , the film has been able to hold its own at the box office. After collecting USD 741K [Rs. 4.80 cr] on its opening weekend within the UAE/ GCC market Secret Superstar has now managed to rake in a total of USD 1.3 million [Rs. 8.42 cr] till date within the same market. However, expectations are that Secret Superstar which released across a total of 2840 screens (domestic 1750 + overseas 1090) will continue to run in theatres over the coming days with the final tally of collections within the UAE/ GCC market nearing the USD 2 million mark.

Watch Rohit Shetty & Golmaal Again Team OPEN UP On Sequel Of Golmaal Again & Farhad – Sajid’s Dialogues Now

Monday, October 30 2017

Watch Rohit Shetty & Golmaal Again Team OPEN UP On Sequel Of Golmaal Again & Farhad – Sajid’s Dialogues Now

feedback language follow us on Home » Videos » Celeb Interview » Rohit Shetty & Golmaal Again Team OPEN UP On Sequel Of Golmaal Again & Farhad – Sajid’s Dialogues Rohit Shetty & Golmaal Again Team OPEN UP On Sequel Of Golmaal Again & Farhad – Sajid’s Dialogues Bollywood Hungama News Network Oct 30, 2017 - 12:43 pm IST About the video Rohit Shetty, Shreyas Talpade, Tusshar Kapoor, Arshad Warsi, Kunal Khemu in exclusive interview with Bollywood Hungama. Rohit and team talk about their latest blockbuster Golmaal Again, they open up about the dialogues of the film which were written by Farhad-Sajid. They also discuss the possibility of a sequel. Must Watch!

SCOOP: Will we get to see Anil Kapoor - Madhuri Dixit back on screen for Indra Kumar’s Total Dhamaal?

Tuesday, October 31 2017

SCOOP: Will we get to see Anil Kapoor - Madhuri Dixit back on screen for Indra Kumar’s Total Dhamaal?

This has got to be one of the biggest news of 2017! Indra Kumar has approached Madhuri Dixit Nene for the third franchise of the Dhamaal series, to play the romantic lead opposite Anil Kapoor . The Anil-Madhuri pair on screens has always sizzled on screen and will prove to be an exciting combination again in Total Dhamaal . If the actress gives her nod to the film, it will be her first movie after she acted in Gulaab Gang in 2014, though she had made her appearances as a judge on reality shows on television. Total Dhamaal is a sequel to Double Dhamaal (2011. All the Dhamaals is directed by Indra Kumar and produced by Ashok Thakeria. Total Dhamaal features Ajay Devgn , Riteish Deshmukh and Arshad Warsi as of now. Says a trade source, “Indra Kumar approached Madhuri Dixit Nene a couple of months ago and is currently in talks with her. The negotiations are in the final stages. In the comedy franchise she and Anil will romance each other. If she gives her nod for Total Dhamaal it will be a re-union of sorts for everyone on board for the project. She will be back with Indra Kumar after 22 years (had last done Raja with him in 1995) who had given her three of her biggest hits in Dil , Beta and Raja . Madhuri will also re-unite after 25 years with one of her favourite co-stars Anil Kapoor with whom she was last seen in Khel (1992) and Beta (1992) and also Ajay Devgn with whom she was seen with in Deepak Shivdasani’s love triangle, Yeh Raaste Hain Pyaar Ke (2001).” The partnership of Indra Kumar and Anil Kapoor has also been one of great box office triumph, even though their last outing together, Rishtey (2002) was not so successful. With one of Bollywood’s biggest comedy franchises ready to roll next year with such a top cast, Total Dhamaal seems a sure-shot family entertainer right now. Ajay, Anil and Arshad will start shooting for the film from early next year. The earlier Dhamaals have revolved around four worthless vagabonds who earn their daily bread by cheating people and come across an agenda-driven police inspector ( Sanjay Dutt ) but Dutt won’t be seen in the third franchise this time.

Sonali Kulkarni snapped at the breast cancer awareness campaign | Parties & Events

Tuesday, October 31 2017

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Move over Hrithik-Kangana; even Nawazuddin Siddiqui-Niharika Singh’s affair had a weird e-mail angle!

Tuesday, October 31 2017

Move over Hrithik-Kangana; even Nawazuddin Siddiqui-Niharika Singh’s affair had a weird e-mail angle!

Move over Hrithik-Kangana; even Nawazuddin Siddiqui-Niharika Singh’s affair had a weird e-mail angle! Move over Hrithik-Kangana; even Nawazuddin Siddiqui-Niharika Singh’s affair had a weird e-mail angle! Bollywood Hungama News Network By Bollywood Hungama News Network Oct 31, 2017 - 11:06 am IST A lot of actors have written memoirs of their life. But most of them have treaded cautiously while writing about their love affairs or about their equation with their colleagues or co-stars. There were some exceptions though. For instance, Dilip Kumar wrote about his tumultuous equation with Madhubala but then this is a different case as it’s quite an old one and also the actress is no more. Akshay Kumar has in fact said that he won’t like to write about his life since he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. In this regard, Nawazuddin Siddiqui ’s autobiography An Ordinary Life: A Memoir stands out. The talented actor has written in detail about hooking up with a waitress in New York and also his relationship with a New Jersey-based girl, Suzanne, who used to extend her visa so that she can spend more time with Nawazuddin. He also narrates how he cheated on her and had a no-strings-attached affair with his Miss Lovely co-actor Niharika Singh. He further also tells how Niharika would write to Suzanne from his email account since she wanted to end Nawaz’s relationship with Suzanne. Nawazuddin however also makes it clear that he was quite selfish who only wanted to sleep with Niharika. Excerpts: Strangely, the West was kinder to me first, both in terms of love and work. I gained recognition there through my films which travelled to most festivals. I was at a cafe once with my friend in New York City’s Soho area. The stunning waitress kept staring at me. ‘Boss, you’re all set!’ My friend chuckled. I was not used to such attention, especially from the female kind. ‘You? You are an actor?’ she asked a rhetorical question. ‘Yes!’ I replied. ‘Which film of mine did you see? Gangs of Wasseypur? ’ She squinted, trying to remember, ‘No, no,’ she said. ‘Another film!’ After a few moments, she responded: ‘Lunchbox!’ We got talking and let’s just say what happens in New York stays in New York, at least in my case. As you can probably guess from the titles of the films, this is a memory that happened way down the line when I had tasted the sweet nectar of success. Before that came Suzanne: a lovely, dear Jewish girl from New Jersey, who lived in New York City. We met there and hit it off. She came to Mumbai and began to live with me. By then, Shamas and I had moved to Yari Road. Every few months, she kept extending her visa. It was a very sweet relationship. She was so lovely that the idea of marriage had begun to cross my mind, first in fleeting thoughts, and then slowly they turned into a decision. At the very last minute when I was about to propose, as if reading my mind, Suzanne said, ‘In my country it is divorce season right now.’ It was winter, famous for festivals and infamous for breakups in the West. Her brother had just gotten a divorce. Perhaps that was why she was afraid of marriage. ‘Let’s wait and watch what we want to do. Let’s see if we want to live together or not after a year,’ she said quietly. I was bewildered. Without telling her, I dropped the idea of marriage altogether. The shooting of Miss Lovely commenced. Suzanne used to accompany me there. Then came the day when her visa expired and she needed to return to New York to sort it out. She was gone for many months. One day, while we were shooting a dance scene, something happened to my co-star Niharika Singh. When the director said, ‘Cut!’, she quietly rushed to her vanity van and stayed there. Something seemed to have happened to her. She was suddenly cold, went out of her way to maintain a distance from me and began to keep mum. I was puzzled. What was wrong with her? What had happened? She used to be friendly, social and talk quite a bit. I thought it was best to ask her what had happened and so I did, not once, not twice, but several times, for several days. She responded that nothing had happened. I silenced my curiosity. I simply urged her to talk, be more social, that it was not healthy to be so quiet. After some days she began to. I invited her over for a home-cooked meal, a mutton dish which was my specialty. She politely agreed and came over. The dish I had made for her turned out to be absolutely terrible. But she was too well mannered to say so. Not only did she eat everything that was on her plate, but she praised it as well. ‘Now you come to my house, Nawaz. I will cook mutton for you,’ she said warmly. For the very first time I went to Niharika’s house. I rang the doorbell, slightly nervous. When she opened the door, revealing a glimpse of the house, I was speechless with amazement. A hundred, or so it seemed, little candles flickered beautifully. She wore soft faux fur, looking devastatingly gorgeous; her beauty illuminated even more in the candlelight. And I, being the lusty village bumpkin that I am, scooped her up in my arms and headed straight for the bedroom. We made passionate love. And just like that, out of the blue, I began a relationship with Niharika Singh, a relationship which I did not know then would last for almost one and a half years. During the early days I wanted to impress her. I was a struggler but by then I had managed to get a car, a second-hand one, but a car nevertheless. She lived in Malad, I lived in Yari Road. There was this time when she had to come to Yari Road for some work. I told her that I would fetch her in my car. I decked myself up in my best clothes, sprinkled cologne and drove off to her place with a song in my heart. She sat inside, we drove off and bam! In the middle of the way, the cranky old car decided to break down. Since then, she blatantly said she would not sit in my car because it was not to be trusted, she would go in her own car instead. Such last-minute setbacks had become a pattern for me from all ends. My love life had become a Siamese twin of my work life. I worked so diligently on getting girls and films. A momentum would build up and then, bam, lady luck would slap me on the face in both cases. I would be selected for a role, the costumes would be finalized and I would be flying on cloud nine that now I will become an established actor, and then, just like that, out of nowhere, would come a phone call cancelling my part or me in that role, right at the very last minute. I wondered why this happened to me. I still do when I look back. Anyway, coming back to the story, in the meantime, emails from Suzanne started coming. ‘Why are you not mailing me, Nawaz? What’s wrong?’ I did not respond, I did not have the courage to. I trusted my silence would convey what needed to be conveyed. When I was checking my inbox one day, Niharika happened to see one of her emails. ‘Who is this?’ she inquired. ‘You know very well who it is,’ I said. ‘It’s Suzanne.’ ‘Wo-ow! It’s still going on between you two! Amazing!’ Niharika thundered in anger. ‘It is wrong. I hope you know that.’ ‘No, Niharika, nothing is going on between us. Sometimes her emails come, that’s all. Slowly she will realize that Nawaz is not interested and she will stop emailing,’ I explained softly. ‘No, Nawaz! You must maintain clarity,’ she said. ‘All right! I will email her clearly then,’ I said. ‘No, you won’t. So I will email her,’ she said sternly. From that day, Niharika began to send emails to Suzanne from my email address. She would type, ‘I cannot continue with you . . .’ and sign off as me. Imagine the shock for Suzanne. She would send heartbreaking replies like: ‘What happened, Nawaz? Please tell me, Nawaz! . . . I am crying, Nawaz! Tell me, please.’ It was absolutely awful. I simply could not endure it! It was as if she was screaming, crying out aloud helplessly in unbearable pain. It was apparent that the emails had some sort of a multiple personality disorder. After a few of these email exchanges, Suzanne figured that this was not my voice at all. ‘Who is this writing, Nawaz? I know this is not you. Somebody else is with you,’ she wrote back. Imagine her plight—helplessly trying to solve a mystery from another continent and her only clues were those few emails. ‘Somebody else is making you write these emails. Tell me who is this person?’ she wrote. ‘Who is she? Who is this bitch?’ ‘Bitch!’ That word infuriated Niharika so much that she made me end all correspondence with Suzanne forever, then and there. I was very sad. Then I thought, so be it, it’s all right, I am with Niharika. My melancholy evaporated quickly. Niharika was an intelligent girl. Being an actor herself meant that she knew and understood my struggle for work. Sure, my life was better but I was still running around from office to office, showing my face, talking, asking for roles, giving auditions. I spent all day hopping around like this. She would call me in frequent spurts throughout the day demanding to know of my whereabouts. She insisted that I tell her all the spots I would be at on that particular day. I was very touched with how much she cared for me. Soon enough though, the romance of the concern faded. The regularity of the questions felt like being nagged non-stop, and I began to get rather annoyed. She, on the other hand, did not have to run all over the place like me. She was being serenaded by several offers; she had the luxury of choice. I did not. So I expected compassion, I expected empathy. There was another piece to this puzzle. Like all girls, Niharika obviously expected some of the sweet conversations that lovers have, to take place between us. But I was quite a selfish bastard. I had a plain aim: go to her house, make out and leave. I could not talk lovey-dovey too much. It finally struck her that I was a rascal who cared only for himself. (Actually, all the girls I have ever been with have had this same complaint about me. I would only come to them for my own needs. Otherwise, I might not even take their calls.) When I went to her place next, she was wearing a silk robe. I ran my hand over its coolness around her waist, grabbing her but she pushed me away. ‘No, Nawaz!’ she said. ‘I won’t meet you again. This is enough.’ I pleaded, I cried, I apologized. I said I wouldn’t repeat my mistakes again. I would be more thoughtful, a better lover. But she remained adamant. She had had enough. She had been hurt too many times. So that was that, we broke up cutting off all contact. Two months later, another girl came into my life in a most mysterious way. I did not know then that years later, I would marry her. Excerpts from An Ordinary Life: A Memoir, by Nawazuddin Siddiqui with Rituparna Chatterjee, and published by Penguin Random House India