An Author Interview with Kishan Paul

Kishan Paul is a suspense and contemporary romance author. She is married to her best friend in 17 years and a mother of two. Aside from writing, she also practices Counseling.

Her published works are Blind Love, one of my favorites, and there’s The Second Wife. Her story Taking The Plunge is included at the Love Least Expected Anthology.

Kishan is actually a friend from Scribophile, a writing and critique group. I met her in our Romance group and used to exchange our chapters for critiques two years ago. That’s the first time I got to read Blind Love. I was very impressed of her work and admire her way of writing the details of the story.

Read what she has to say below.

CL: How did you come up with the idea for The Second Wife?

The Second Wife came to me when I was walking in a dark deserted parking lot over two years ago. This is actually the first story I ever wrote and if you consider the writing, rewriting, and editing process, the story took me all of two years to write.

CL: How did you choose the title?

My main character is Alisha. She is a therapist who is kidnapped by her client and taken far away from her home. The title of the book came from the fact that Alisha was forced to be his second wife.

CL: Describe your writing process.

I’m a panster. I write by the seat of my pants. I kinda get obsessed with the story and the scenes. It’s all I think about. I play and replay the scenes, feel and then re-feel the incidents. Each chapter is like a week long process for me. The first day it’s kind of the bones of the chapter, really rough but what’s going to happen is written out. Every day after I go back and work on the layers: the dialogue, the way each person in the scene felt about the situation and how they showed that, the environment. Halfway through the week, I’ve scrapped most of what I first wrote and have something entirely different.

CL: Who are some authors who have influenced you?

Yikes. There are too many to list. Let’s see: Jane Austen, Harper Lee,  Stephanie Meyer, All things Colleen Hoover

CL: What made you want to become an Author?

Until about two years ago, the idea of writing books had never occurred to me. One day this idea of a woman being kidnapped took root in my brain and I couldn’t get rid of it until I wrote her story. Now here I am publishing her story.

CL: What advice would you give to other aspiring writers?

The best advice I have been given is the same I would give to other authors: This is a hard and long process and most of the time you’ll question yourself and your story. Thicken your skin, don’t give up, and one day you can look back and say “Wow did I really do that?” Make friends with other writers, they understand where you are and how you feel. And don’t forget to pay attention to your readers. They are so important in this journey.

Links to follow her: WebsiteFacebook, Twitter, and Goodreads

Kishan Paul, Cover Reveal, The Second Wife


Title: The Second Wife
Author: Kishan Paul
Release Date: October 14, 2015
Genre: Suspense/Thriller
Length: 82,000 words
Cover Artist: Syneca Fetherstone


If you want to live, you must let go of the past…

Twenty-eight-year-old psychologist, Alisha Dimarchi, is abducted by an obsessed client and imprisoned in his Pakistani compound for over two years. Forced to change her name and live as his second wife, her life is filled with trauma and heartbreak. Thrust into a world of violence and oppression, Ally must fight not only to keep herself alive but to protect the lives of the people she now considers family. At night, she retreats into her memories of the only man she has ever loved—a man she believes no longer loves her.
Thirty-four-year-old handsome surgeon, David Dimarchi, has spent the last two years mourning the disappearance of his wife. After a painful and isolated existence, he begins the process of healing. It is then he is visited by a stranger, who informs him that Ally is very much alive and needs his help. In a desperate attempt to save her, David enlists the help of a mercenary. Together they find themselves in the center of more than just a rescue mission. Will he be able to reach her in time, and if he does, will she still want him?

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He eyed the therapist. There was something calming about Tom. Kinda reminded him of his dad. Funny. After working hard to forget Ally and their life together, in a few short minutes, this stranger had forced those doors open. If she were here, she would be clapping her hands like a stupid seal right now. “I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Do you feel comfortable sharing what happened?”


He took another swig of water. “She disappeared two years ago. No one’s heard or seen her since.”

“How have you survived her disappearance?”

Dave fiddled with the lid of the bottle and focused on the paisley area rug. “It’s been hard. Really hard.” His voice sounded hoarse even to his own ears.

It had been a while since he’d talked about the disappearance and opening Pandora’s box hurt like hell. Yet for some reason, he found himself prying the lid, wanting to let the demons out.

“She was beautiful, and God, I loved her. She used to tell me to take her off the pedestal. That I’d wake up one day and be disappointed. After eight years of marriage, I still had it bad for her. How many husbands can say that?”

Tom nodded, encouragingly.

“I was so proud she was mine. She was amazing in every way…as a wife, a friend—smart, funny, the whole package, and there was nowhere on earth I’d rather be than with her.”

He blinked back the emotion and fast-forwarded to the morning two years ago. “She disappeared on March twenty-third. I got home from work about four thirty that morning to an empty apartment. At first, I thought she’d left me again, but that didn’t make any sense. So I made some phone calls, then drove to her office. Her Lexus, purse and keys—even her shoes—were in the parking lot. But no Ally.”

As many times as the story had been shared, he should be able to recite it automatically, but today was different. His voice cracked and the waterworks he thought were over tried to rush to the surface. Dave slammed his lids shut and pushed the words through. “I called the police. The rest is history.”

“How have you held up through this?”

Dave rubbed the wetness away and continued. “No words. I keep thinking if I’d been home that night this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Do you believe you could have prevented it?”

“No, probably not. But I let her down. Didn’t protect her.”

He accepted the Kleenex Tom handed him and wiped his face dry. His head lowered and voice soft, he recounted his hell. “They investigated her clients, everyone had an alibi. People came in and out of the house for weeks. The media plastered information everywhere. Calls poured in about bodies, and each time, I wished I were dead. I couldn’t sleep. Eat. Breathe. My life was gone. Two years later, here we are, no news, no leads, nothing. She vanished from the world.”

Emotion sat heavy on his chest, choking him and making it impossible to speak. After an eternity of silence, Tom’s firm hand gripped his arm.

“I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for you.”

Still is.



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