I’m on a list again! Yay!

Wonderful news to wake up to.

I have been named one of the 100 Most Influential Nigerian Writers Under 40 by the Nigerian Writers Awards (NWA) 2018

It’s been an amazing journey and I feel grateful to everyone that has been a part of my writing journey including all my readers and people who contact me to encourage me to keep at it.
To be on a list with writers whose books I have read and people I admire is humbling.
Thanks to the Nigerian Writers Awards for taking out time to put up this list. Most of all I’m grateful to God who blessed me with a family that supports me through all this.

This has been an amazing year. And this is like icing on a cake to keep me encouraged.

Never give up!

Looking forward to seeing more readers and new African Romance writers next year.

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Happy Holidays 🌲🎄🎄

I want to wish everyone a merry Christmas and the best of this holiday season.

This year has been awesome and I’m thankful for your support.

I released 2 books this year.

The Senator’s Daughter and The Governor’s Wife.

I plan to release the third instalment in this trilogy sometime next year. Can you guess the next title?

I’m also working on 2 novellas for release next year, too. So, I’ll be busy and hopefully, I’ll have more spicy African love stories for your reading pleasure.

In the meantime, I’ll keep in touch.

Don’t forget that there’s an ongoing OkadaBooks Christmas sales for Melodies of Love, Thorns and Roses and Starting Over Again.

Hurry while offer lasts.

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I’m writing Again…Yay!

I’m so glad to be writing again.

I completed chapter one this morning and that’s usually my most challenging aspect of writing. Once I get through the first chapter, I usually feel more motivated.

I woke up very early this morning because the characters in my head wouldn’t let me rest. They kept yapping and changing their minds about what character traits they wanted to portray.

Okay, I know I sound crazy. But that’s how I am when my characters take over. Be warned. I’ll be crazy for a few weeks/months until they tell their stories and leave me be.

Yomi, the main male character wants dreadlocks. Ha! In a Nigerian setting, he’ll get some grief about it from his parents, aunts and uncles, that’s for sure.

I can’t wait to write hilarious dreadlock stories. “Cut that rag from your head and look decent for once, Yomi!” Hehehe…

But really, how did our natural hairstyle become repulsive to us?

Why did Africans change so much to appear “civilised”?

Food for thought…









Dreadlocks—An African hairstyle

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The Governor’s Wife- excerpt

The Governors Wife is finally out!

Enjoy an excerpt.

As soon as he touched her, Philip realised he’d been lying to himself for the past seven years. Sharp shards of desire, hot and raw, cascaded all over his body, leaving him helpless. He wasn’t over her. Not yet. Maybe never.

The sensible thing would be to let her go immediately, remove his hands from her narrow waist and walk away. But sensible didn’t seem to be in his skill set anymore. Maybe never had been regarding Ogonna. Being this close to her, touching her, had scrambled his brain. All he could do was douse himself in her aura.

Slowly, he slid his palm from her waist, eyes fixated on hers. His hand glided up her back until it rested on the softness of her long graceful neck. With deliberate intent, he moved his thumb over the gentle angle between her ear and jaw. Deftly, he stroked the area with a light pressure and watched keenly for her response. Ogonna’s hot spot. Haunting memories of her whimpering restlessly against him when he touched her there filtered through his heated brain. Did it still turn her on?

Her breath hitched sharply. “Oooh,” she moaned. A primitive sound which caused his penis to throb, pushing against his unyielding black jeans. Apparently, it still did the trick—for both of them.

The knowledge stoked his arousal. Unable to resist, he lowered his eyes to her full parted lips…red, soft, tempting. God, he wanted to kiss her. Badly. A deep part of his subconscious rose up in protest. This was Ogonna, the woman who broke him by running off to marry someone else. He shouldn’t want to have anything to do with her, let alone kiss her. He needed to bring this madness to an end, turn and walk away.

But Philip remained rooted to the spot, deepening the pressure of his thumb instead, and then trailing it slowly across her full lower lip. Her tongue darted out, flickering lightly. A bold move. Unexpected.

His eyes swept to hers and he froze. They were wide as saucers, as if startled by her own boldness. It would have been easier for him to let her go if even an iota of repulsion or uncertainty registered in their dark depths. Instead, something primal flashed in her pupils. His breath trapped in his chest. Ogonna wanted him, too. The realisation sent a wave of need through him, weakening him.

Another soft moan came from her. His nostrils flared, and he let out a groan from deep within his throat. Almost roughly, he reached for her face, cradled it in both hands and brought his mouth down on hers.

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