“I want to take care of you.”

In this week’s #LAPLovenotes, I’m sharing a snippet from Thorn’s and Roses.

“Thanks for forcing me to take today off,” she murmured, a soft smile curving her lips. “I enjoyed being with you today, the conversation, food, wine and the fact that I could forget all my worries.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. You should take more time off,” Chuma replied, smiling back at her. 

She remained standing there, as if immobilised. With the wind scattering her hair over her face, her creamy skin glowing in the illumination provided by the setting sun and the flush on her face, she looked almost ethereal. 

Chuma stood beside her and inhaled deeply.

“I want to take care of you,” he said, his voice deep and low.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Please leave a comment.

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He stood back and took in the delightful sight.

Hello everyone.

It’s been a sad week. First with the Ethiopian airline crash, then the building that collapsed in Lagos, and then the horrible trailer accident at Onitsha, Eastern Nigeria. May all the souls of all the departed RIP. And may their families find comfort.

This week, I’ll be sharing a teaser from Melodies of love. In this scene, Ikenna just got back from the studio to find his girl busy in the kitchen.

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Her back was to him, and it looked like she was chopping vegetables on the kitchen counter.

No wonder she did not hear me come in, Ikenna thought as he stood back and took in the delightful sight.

She was wearing a white camisole top and a pair of multi-coloured Ankara shorts. Those damned Shorts! The way they fitted snugly over her perfectly rounded derriere always kicked his libido into overdrive. 

He watched as she wriggled her hips, singing off key to the song that was playing in her ears. Then he recognised the song. It was his last single. That was the moment when his heart stopped. 

All the blood in his brain drained south. Now, this is what every man wants to come home to, he thought as he strode purposefully towards her

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I hope you enjoyed this. Please leave a comment.

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This woman distracted him…

In this week’s #LAPLovenotes, I’m sharing a snippet from The Senator’s Daughter.

Here, Rita summourned Nosa to the room where he held her captive, because she was feeling bored.

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Their eyes locked for a few seconds and she inhaled sharply, which turned his gaze to her chest. Shit. No bra. He noticed, and he hated himself for it. For noticing three days in a row, how her perky breasts pressed against the soft fabric of whatever shirt she wore, their prominent sharp points poking through, demanding to be noticed. And he couldn’t help that they got his attention.

The growing heaviness in his shorts snapped him back to reality, and his gaze jumped to her eyes which twinkled with amusement. The wench. She knows. Time for a bra. But how did one ask someone he wasn’t intimate with about her bra size?

“What are you watching?”

“Wh-what?” His heart rate doubled. He was taken aback by her provocative question.

“On TV. What are you watching?”

“Oh…Oh… I thought you meant…” He ran his palms over his face and shook his head. 

This woman distracted him no end. “The news. I was watching the news,” he finally responded.

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He had her full attention now

In this week’s LAP Love Notes, I’m sharing a snippet from my work in progress .

The provisonal title is Love At First Sound. It’s a younger man-older woman romance, and I can’t wait to share the drama that unfolds between Emem and Yomi

In this scene, Yomi finally musters the courage to ask his long-time crush out. Enjoy

Emem is a curvy woman with a closely cropped haircut. I love her already 😊

He watched as she lifted a forkful of cake to her lips, his attention drawn to their succulent fullness. As though sensing his perusal, her gaze jumped to his and held.

His pulse began pounding in his ears. This is it— the moment to ask her out. He had her full attention now. 

“Sasha…” he began.

“Emem,” she interjected. “Please call me Emem.”

“Emem, I would like to take you out on a date, maybe dinner.”

Silence. The diameter of her eyes doubled, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips.

“I’m thirty-eight years old,” she sputtered. 

He lifted a brow, puzzled. “So?” 

“Well … I am not … I’m way older than you.”

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Breakup to Makeup- The Governor’s Wife

Hello everyone. Here’s another instalment of the Segment Breakup to Makeup from The Governor’s Wife.

Here, Ogonna has just found out that Philip has been keeping secrets. This scene is in Philip’s apartment. Enjoy.

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Ogonna rose abruptly, lifting her bag off the bed. “Okay, then…”

She made a move to walk past him. 

Philip rushed to the door and slammed it shut, bracing himself against it.

“Step away, Phil. I want to leave,” she said.

“ No!” Philip barked, broadening his stance so she had no room to push him away. 

“We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t. I have nothing else to say except, you can have her…”

“What?” he said, in wide-eyed disbelief. “I don’t want her.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Of course, I don’t…please, Ogonna, listen to me. I don’t know what Stella told you, but it’s not what you think.”

“Told me? Stella didn’t tell me anything. I found out on my own.” Ogonna shook her head at him and blew out a humourless laugh. “You can hide your phone all you want now. I’m done. I don’t fight another woman for a man. Not me. So, step away from the door. Now.”

“No, Ogonna…let’s talk. I love you…”

Another bout of her harsh laughter grated on his ears.

“Love me? Love me?” Ogonna spat, her mouth opened wide in disgusted disbelief. “Is that what you also tell Stella when you fuck her?”

Philip cringed. Ogonna rarely swore. This was worse than he could have imagined.

“You told me you broke up with her…made me believe there was nothing between you two. Like a fool, I believed. Even after I saw you with her in the hotel car park, I let myself believe the Philip I love would never betray me. And then bam! I find out you have maintained contact with her behind my back and that she’s pregnant.”

“ I haven’t maintained contact with her!” Philip shouted.

“You must think I’m a total idiot…I went through your computer, Phil.”

His lips parted in a shocked gasp.

“Yes, I did! Yes, I did,” Ogonna spat unrepentantly. “You think hiding your phone would hide your lies? Your computer’s Facetime records calls, too, and I saw the repeated calls from an unknown number. And that number has called three times this week. Curious, I dialled it back. Guess who answered?”

Philip sighed. “Ogonna…”

“Don’t Ogonna me. I told you I don’t do side chick…”

“You are not my side chick, you are my main…” Philip scrubbed his face with his palm in frustration “I mean…I don’t have a side chick.”

Ogonna shook her head. “Clap for yourself,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Lucky me, the main chick. All that talk about loving me, O and P together forever. What a fool I’ve been.”

“No, you are not. It’s true, Ogonna. You and me, we belong together.” Philip moved away from the door and pulled her into his arms.

“Let me go!” she screeched, swinging her bag at him.

“No!” he yelled, pulling her into a tight embrace. “Ogonna, please, listen…I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you would leave…”

“Let me go!” she screamed again.

“No, not until you listen to what I have to say…”

“Philip, there’s nothing you can say.”

“There must be, Ogonna. Promise me you will listen, Ogonna. We’ve been together for over nineteen years. Don’t throw it all away—”

“You threw it away by cheating on me, Phil!” she sneered. “Now, let me go.”

“I didn’t cheat on you…I love you.” He held on to her, arms around her waist, anchoring her to him so she couldn’t wriggle away.

Ogonna stiffened in his arms. He sensed her body weakening, the fight seeping out of her, and Philip seized the moment to push his advantage. Ogonna couldn’t leave him. Not when she didn’t know the complete story.

“Please listen, Ogonna, let’s sit down and talk. You need to hear everything. If you still want to leave…then…”

She remained still in his arms, breathing heavily, her soft breasts crushed against his chest.

“Fine, Phil, talk,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “But no more lies. I want the truth.”

Philip heaved a relieved sigh and released Ogonna from his grip, hating that he had held her against her will, but seeing no other alternative.

“Okay,” he whispered, taking her hand and leading her towards the bed.

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Ufere Award Winner!

I’m delighted to announce that I’m the winner of the Ufere awards’ African romance writer for the year 2018!

Yay! We did it! 💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽

Visit www.rwowa.org for the list of nominees and winners.

Many thanks to everyone who voted. I’m so delighted, and I’m dancing right now.

This win is dedicated to God, for the ideas and ability, my family for their support, my friends, and most of all, to all my readers who continue to encourage me. I write because you read. You all rock!

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Out now! Be My Valentine

Out Now!

Be my Valentine by Love Africa Press is out.

5 amazing authors

5 wonderful stories

5 ways to fall in love this Valentines season.

Here’s a little teaser from one of the stories, Unexpected Love by Amaka Azie. Enjoy.

Be My Valentine

He chuckled. Although amused, his interest piqued. He’d wondered that himself. “And why are you? Still single, I mean. You are beautiful and intelligent. Some man should have snagged you up by now.”

Silence. Her face fell, and she appeared disconcerted. He immediately remembered her botched marriage proposal at Enugu and felt like a heel.

“I am sorry—”

“Never mind. It’s been like ages ago …” she muttered, gulping her drink as though trying to flush down her mortification with alcohol.

“Do you still love him?” he asked, holding his breath.

Even though unsure why he’d enquired about her ex, he was now anxious for her response, desperately hoping to hear her say no.

Yemi hesitated, swirling the drink in her glass with concentration. It appeared she wasn’t going to answer, and his stomach tumbled. Worried he had offended her by asking such a personal question, he parted his lips to apologise again when he heard her husky voice.

“No,” she said. “Not anymore.”

A deep feeling of relief surged through his chest, so intense that he almost felt faint with it.
“I probably never really did,” she continued, her tone quiet and reflective. “I think I hung onto the idea of forever with him because he is the only man that ever paid any attention to me … I guess I wanted to have somebody to love so badly that I ignored all the warning signs that flashed in front of me while we dated.”

She chewed her lower lip, bringing his attention to the full lusciousness of her mouth. An almost overwhelming need to kiss her gripped him. He had to squeeze the stem of his glass tightly to keep himself from reaching for her and drawing her to him.

Her next words cut through his sensual thoughts.

“I mean, he never introduced me to his family, his friends. The relationship seemed all one-sided. And everyone could see it but me. I feel so foolish …”

Overwhelmed with the need to touch her, he gave in to the desire and reached for her hand. He squeezed her delicate soft palms in his large hands.

Her gaze jumped to his. They reflected surprise. But something else … a connection. She could feel what he felt, too. That strong pull. The chemistry.

Without a doubt, Vincent knew he wanted this woman to be his. Not in the casual way he usually related with women. He wanted her as his girlfriend.

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Breakup to Makeup— Starting Over Again

A few more days to the release of Be My Valentine by Love Africa Press. It’s   an anthology of African love stories I co-authored with other amazing romance writers. So excited!

In the meantime, here’s another instalment of the segment, Breakup to Makeup from Starting Over Again, the last of the trilogy of The Obi family Series. 

In this snippet, Nnamdi had to explain himself and beg Onome for forgiveness for being a jealous ass. Enjoy.

Starting Over Again

Her phone buzzed, splintering her thoughts. She looked at the screen. It was a text message from Nnamdi.

I am at your front door

Onome’s heart flipped. She expected him to come after her. But not tonight. She didn’t even know he was back from Enugu. He had not communicated with her for three days. Three whole days. Who does that? She wanted to ignore the text message. She really did. But she knew it wasn’t the mature thing to do. 

Sighing, she dried her tears and walked over to the front door. Inhaling deeply, she opened it.

He stood there, handsome, perfect, staring at her like she meant the world to him. Her chest constricted.

“Onome,” he began.

“Fejiro is asleep, let’s go to my room,” she interjected. 

He followed her silently. As soon as they entered her room and she shut the door, he pulled her into his arms.

“Let go of me!” Onome snapped. He did instantaneously.

“Onome, I am sorry,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. 

She moved away from him, needing the distance. God, she loved this man so much. How had things gotten to this point?

“Nnamdi, look, let’s cut our losses and move on. I still want us to be friends, though. For the girls’ sake. They really like each other.”

“Onome—”

“Listen, I can’t be with a man who doesn’t trust me.”

“Onome—”

“Not only did you follow me around taking pictures of me, you had the audacity to pay off Efe to stay away from me.” Onome moved to the window, increasing the distance between them. “Is that what you Obi men do? Play chess with people’s lives? Because you have money?” Her tone was louder, her anger resurfacing. “First your brother arrogantly tries to buy me off. Then you arrogantly buy Efe off.”

“Onome, it’s not like—”

“Don’t try to deny it. I saw the pictures in your office and Efe confessed it himself.”

“So, that fool still went behind my back to talk to you? After I warned him not to?” Nnamdi snarled.

She shook her head, fresh rage building up inside her. “Yes, he did! Yes, he did! And what can you do about it?” Onome goaded. Nnamdi’s nostrils flared.

“You are mine!” he declared possessively, his eyes fierce with passion. “Efe can continue with his games but I want you to know this, you belong to me! No other man!”

Onome burst into a sardonic laugh that lasted a few seconds. When she stopped laughing, she strolled forward calmly and stood directly in front of Nnamdi, both hands on her hips.

“Nnamdi, I don’t belong to any man. I don’t belong to my father, to Efe, and I certainly don’t belong to you.” Her tone was surprisingly controlled, considering her intense anger. “If you must know, I can make my own decisions, you don’t need to pay anyone to stay away from me.” Dragging a hand from her hip, she flicked a finger towards her chest. “I decided to marry Efe, despite my father’s disapproval. I decided not to crawl back to Efe after our divorce despite the temptation to do so.” She continued to point to her chest as she spoke. “I decided to reject Efe when he asked me to marry him again.”

Nnamdi’s mouth popped open.

“Yes, if only you had asked me instead of stalking me and jumping to conclusions, you would have found out that the only reason why I met up with Efe was for Fejiro. Only for Fejiro.” She lowered her voice when she made her last statement, still pointing to her chest. “And that is how I have decided to walk away from us, because if there is no trust between us, there is nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“Onome, I am so sorry. My brain shut down when I saw those pictures of you with Efe. All I could think of was that he would take you away from me, that I would lose you. Although deep inside me, I know you would never hurt me that way, I couldn’t see past my jealousy.”

“That means you don’t trust me. How can you even believe I could ever go back to Efe? How? After what he put me through? After what you and I have shared together?” She shook her head. “I love you, but I can’t be with a man who doesn’t trust me. We have to end this now. We have to walk away before we hurt each other more.”

“No!” Nnamdi took her in his arms. He was trembling. “You can’t walk away from us, Onome. You can’t. We belong together.” 

She held onto Nnamdi, tears streaming down her face.

“We have to end this relationship, Nnamdi. We both have children who are our first priorities. We both have to be absolutely sure about us, because any decision we make affects them.”

“I am sure about you, Onome,” Nnamdi rasped, holding tightly onto her.

“You may be,” Onome whispered. “But I am not sure about you.”

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Breakup to Makeup- Thorns and Roses

Hello everyone.

It’s always heartbreaking to witness a marriage proposal being rejected. I always wonder what happens to the relationship after that. Can the relationship be salvaged? 

In the only one I’ve ever witnessed, the couple went their separate ways. 

In Thorns and Roses, Ifeoma turned Chuma down in what I thought was a sweet marriage proposal.

Here is another instalment of my teaser series— Breakup to Make up. Enjoy.


Thorns and Roses

A few minutes after they left the restaurant, they arrived at their destination. Chuma led her out of the jeep towards a building. Ifeoma followed closely beside him, holding his hand.

She stopped when she saw the sign that said Eastern Delight hoisted on the ground floor of a three-storey complex building. Appearing puzzled, she turned towards him.


“What’s going on?”


“Just follow me,” Chuma said, leading her into the building.


“Follow me to the kitchen,” he said.


Ifeoma froze as soon as she stepped inside. It was a beautiful modern restaurant with mahogany tables and chairs neatly arranged, silk table clothes spread across the tables and lovely floral arrangements on the centre of each table.

Before she could respond to his prompting, he took her hand and led her to an even more fascinating kitchen where three yam pounders, multiple fancy kitchen equipments, including two large cookers, were strategically placed.


“I bought what I think you need but we can add anything else that you want,” Chuma was saying, but Ifeoma hardly heard a thing. Her mind was reeling from shock.


“Ifeoma Okafor, this is all yours,” he said, holding out a bunch of keys towards her. “All paid for in your name.”

Ifeoma was still speechless, her eyes widened in astonishment, her heart fluttering.


“Ify, I was there this afternoon. I know about Mr Peters. Trust me, he will never bother you again. I will never let anyone hurt you again.”
Getting down on a knee, Chuma brought out a box from his shirt pocket. He opened it and Ifeoma gasped. A huge diamond ring dazzled her vision.

Will you marry me, Ify?” he asked simply because he was a simple man. Always direct, he did not know how to use any other approach.

She stared blankly at him for a few seconds, then turned and fled.

Cursing, Chuma got to his feet speedily and pursued her. He caught her in his arms before she could get far. They were in the middle of the empty restaurant.

“Let go of me!” she screeched. 

Chuma dropped his hands. Ifeoma escaped his embrace and began to pace the room.“

“You were there this afternoon? How do you know about Mr Peters?” Ifeoma asked, panting heavily, eyes wide in shock.

“I found out about him, about what he did to you, I’m sorry for what he did. He will never bother you again.” Chuma’s tone was calm, even though he felt the direct opposite.

Ifeoma paused her pacing as if suddenly having an epiphany.

“Mr Peters … his face … did you … did you do it?” she asked, eyeing him sceptically.

“Not personally, but I was there when it happened.” Chuma did not bother to conceal that truth. “I wanted them to do worse, to break his neck.”

“Did you tell him to… to—”

“Yes! Ifeoma, yes!” Chuma answered indignantly. “I told him to stay away from you.” He noticed the repulsion on Ifeoma’s face, and then added. “I don’t regret it, I don’t apologise. I will do anything to protect you.”

“Protect me!” she cried in disbelief. “You think losing the restaurant I worked so hard for is protecting me?” Ifeoma shook with the rage that swept through her entire body. Chuma said nothing.

“You are a controlling, manipulative asshole, and I will never marry you!” Ifeoma pointed angrily at him as she spoke.

Flinching inwardly at her words, Chuma remained still. A deep-seated fear that he was losing her made his insides burn. Many women had called him an asshole. It was nothing new. Until now, he had actually thought nothing of being called that because he knew it was the truth. Even his family frequently called him an asshole. But hearing it coming from Ifeoma’s mouth was like a knife to his heart.

“I did all of this for you! Ify, can’t you see that?”

Chuma drew closer to Ifeoma, desperate to make her see how much she meant to him. He couldn’t lose her. She backed away.

“No, you did it for yourself. To control me. I will not allow you to control me!” she snarled, her nostrils flaring. Just then, the front door to the restaurant burst open.

“Congratulations!”

The loud sound of cheering from the door interrupted them. Ifeoma and Chuma glanced simultaneously at the entrance.

Nnamdi, Adaora, Chioma, and Ngozi walked in cheering loudly with flowers and champagne bottles in their hands. Adaora held a big banner with congratulations on your engagement written boldly across it. They seemed to halt in unison as soon as they properly observed the expressions on Ifeoma and Chuma’s faces.

“You got my sisters involved?” Ifeoma turned towards him, her voice saturated with fury.

“I wanted to make this a wonderful night for you, believe me, Ify, I did this all for you,” he replied, running his palm over his shaved head. The vein at the side of his head became more prominent. 

“Should we leave?” Adaora asked hesitantly. 

The atmosphere was awkward and full of tension.

“No, I’ll leave,” Ifeoma said, her tone low, her eyes not straying from his face. 

“Stay away from me,” she said to him as she took off her shoes and ran out into the night, leaving him staring after her.

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Breakup to makeup

Hello everyone.

I have a confession to make: I’m a drama queen. 

Whenever I’ve enjoyed a novel, I always ask myself why. The honest answer is that for a romance novel to be interesting to me, there must be a few tension soaked dramatic quarrels between the couple in the book.

The kinds that make me feel like I’m a reluctant eavesdropper in the room 🤦🏾‍♀️

I write what I love to read. So in the next few weeks I’ll be releasing a series of couple quarrels in my novels. Because what’s more sexy than breaking up to make up?

Here’s the first instalment from Melodies of Love. Enjoy 

The drive to Adaora’s apartment felt like the longest drive he had ever had to endure. His mind was all over the place. 

Why does Adaora still not trust me? He asked himself over and over again. Granted, the images on the blog appeared so convincing, but she knew him. How could she believe it? Without even asking him?

“I’m sorry, you can’t go in, Oga Aristar!” The gateman to Adaora’s apartment complex stopped him, placing his hand on Ikenna’s arm.

“Get your hands off me,” Ikenna growled, shaking the man’s hand off. “Call Ada now and tell her I am waiting here for her.”

The gateman seeing the depth of irritation in Ikenna’s eyes, did as he was told. He was not paid well enough to be in the middle of this situation.

“Madam, Oga Aristar is waiting here for you,” he announced through the intercom. There was a brief pause.

“Send him up,” Ikenna heard Adaora’s shaky voice respond. Climbing two steps at a time, Ikenna hurried up to her apartment. The front door was open. Adaora was standing by the window. She turned to face him when he came in.

“I would like to say this to your face, Ikenna. I don’t want to ever see you again.” Her voice was calm, different from her dishevelled appearance. Ikenna’s hungry gaze perused her body. He had missed her so much. Her face was puffy and her eyes were red; she looked as if she had been crying.

“Ada, please believe me. Everything you read from the gossip blog is a lie.”

“Do you think that I’m a fool?” Her eyes flashed with anger.

“No, I don’t. But it’s not what it seems—”

“Was that woman in the club with you?”

“Yes, but—”

“Was she naked in your hotel bedroom?”

“Yes, but I—”

“Get out of my home! Get out of my life!” Adaora cried, picking up the couch pillow and throwing it at him. It hit him in the chest.

“No!” Ikenna refused, closing the distance between them, grabbing her and pulling her into his arms. She fought him hard, hitting him on his shoulders.

“I missed you, Ada, I love you. How can you believe I could even look at another woman?” 

His mouth descended on hers. With a desperate need, Ikenna kissed her. Adaora sucked his tongue greedily into her mouth, kissing him back urgently. She pressed her body into his as their kiss deepened. She felt his hands kneading her bottom and moisture pooled between her legs. Moaning with need, she ran her fingers through his thick hair as their mouths fused hungrily. Then with a sudden shriek, she slapped him.

“Get out of my life!” She screamed. The suddenness of the slap weakened Ikenna’s grip on her, making it easier for Adaora to move away from his embrace.

“Ada, listen to me—” Ikenna began, his voice hoarse as he palmed the area of his face where she had slapped him.

“No, you listen to me. My brothers were right. You are beneath me.”

Adaora could not believe what was coming out of her mouth. She could not believe that she was actually saying these hurtful words because they were untrue. But in her blinding fury, she could not seem to stop herself.

“I deserve so much better than you. You are nothing but a classless musician. You are just a thug and all your money can’t change that. Get out of my life!”

Ikenna flinched at that comment. Adaora had finally said the only thing that had the power to hurt him. Something he had battled with himself over ever since he met her. The real reason he had left her twelve years ago. Ikenna had never felt good enough for her. Right from the start, he’d always felt Adaora deserved a better man than him. Someone with a distinguished family background. Someone with class. His father’s hurtful words came back to haunt him. A girl like her can never end up with someone like you.

And just like that, with a wounded look in his eyes, Ikenna turned around and walked out of her apartment. He couldn’t believe he was losing her again.

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