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Bollywood Invasion

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A fantasy novel of a modern-day American boy's journey back in time as the reincarnation of John Lennon.

Sixteen-year-old John Palmieri is living an average life in Brooklyn until one day he wakes up as a prince in India, thirty-five years before he was born. Suddenly, he finds himself with riches and power beyond his wildest fantasies.

Brooklyn is readily forgotten. Life becomes a constant stream of debauchery, coming to a stand-still only when he meets "the one." However, love doesn't come easy. He must become a better man and sing his way into her heart, a pursuit ignited by his memories of the vintage Beatles music on his iPod.

Will these legendary songs change John's life? Can he escape Lennon's tragic fate? Will he ever find his way back to Brooklyn at his own time?

His fate will unfold in Bollywood Invasion.

Excerpt:

Waking up in 1958 India

“Raj Babu! Raj Babu!”

“Help me!” John flailed his arms around like a newborn.

I must be dead, he thought, perhaps on my way to Hell.

“Raj Babu! O’pun eyes!”

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His eyes still closed, he felt the touch of a cold liquid all over his face.

“Argh! What is happening? Please stop!” John covered his face with his hands to shield himself from whatever was being sprinkled onto his face. If he was in Hell, which to him seemed like the only reasonable explanation, it could potentially be a fluid meant to burn his face. Yes indeed, it had to be Hell. Why else was the ground beneath him burning? And why was his skin on fire?

“Dimaag kharaab ho gaya hai Raj Babu ka to!

“Raj Babu!”

“Please…” he wailed as the splashes grew harder. “Please don’t!”

His hands were snatched away from his face and his right cheek slapped hard. John opened his eyes to the sight of a dark face surrounded by a halo so bright that it made his eyes squint. Behind the figure stood another dark figure wearing what looked like a cloak, bearing a scythe on his back. John shut his eyes, horrified, body shivering.

“Aur paani do!

Slap!

It would seem odd to John if Satan had not resorted to corporal punishment.

“Ek do aur maaro! Slap him harder this time!”

Slap! Slap!

“Fur’give me, Raj Babu! I no want to slap you!”

Nauseous and weak, John kept his eyes shut, waiting for his fate to unfold.

“Chaon me le jaate hain Raj Babu ko. He heard another incomprehensible spell.

 

 

 

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