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.

Purchase Links

Love Africa Press: https://www.loveafricapress.com/product-page/be-my-valentine-volume-one
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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.”

Purchase Links

Nook

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iBooks

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