First Kisses— The Senator’s Daughter

It’s getting cold here on the Wirral peninsular where I live. For a little heat to cope with the daunting cold, I’ll be sharing the scene of Rita and Nosa’s first kiss from The Senator’s Daughter. 

Here, Rita had just revealed a deep fear of hers to him. She was vulnerable, yet, she felt a sensual connection with Nosa.

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She laughed, and he felt his chest expand, happy that he had thrown some humour into a horrible memory. 

They stood that way, locked in each other’s arms, drawing comfort from each other.

Slowly, Rita rose to her tiptoes and brushed a soft kiss to his lips. Nosa froze. 

His heart slammed into his chest. He could feel the sensual change in the atmosphere. His heart began to pound rapidly inside his rib-cage, but he remained still, immobilised by a mixture of need and dread—the intense desire to, and fear of getting, lost in her embrace.

“Kiss me, Nosa,” Rita spoke in a hoarse whisper.

“Rita…” he protested weakly. He didn’t want to take advantage of her grief, of her trust. He tried to pull away, but she was having none of it. She secured her arms around him and pulled him closer. 

“Kiss me, Nosa,” she whispered again.

Nosa’s gaze dropped to her full lips. They were parted slightly, welcoming, and pleading. He would oblige her, kiss her and let her go. Just one kiss and he would let her go. He couldn’t deny her this request. How could he? When he also wanted a taste of her succulent lips.

Heart hammering, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her gently. The soft throaty sound she made scrambled his resolve. With a deep groan, he sought her mouth again. 

This time, his tongue probed her mouth, which she opened without hesitation, allowing his to tangle deliciously with hers. Her lips were soft, her mouth wet, sweet, enchanting.

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I hope this warmed you up a bit. And if you’re already warm, I hope it stoked the fiery flames within.😉

Please drop a comment 

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The Senator’s Daughter:

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Cover Reveal!!!

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UNWRAPPING HANIE

Author: Empi Baryeh

Release Date: November 19th 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Heat Level: Steamy

Cover Designer: Jaycee DeLorenzo (Sweet ‘N Spicy Designs)

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Blurb:

Hanie Morrision has either completely lost her mind, or she’s finally taken charge of her love life when she starts a liaison with a man she meets online. Their friendship fast becomes more, and she’s having the best (cyber) sex of her life.

When her internet lover decides to travel halfway across the world to see her, she must make a decision of her own—book a one-way ticket back to reality or risk her heart and find love one orgasm at a time.

#UnwrappingHanie #ChristmasRomance #Holidays #ComingSoon
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First Kisses— Starting Over Again

This week, I’ll be sharing the first kiss between Onome and Nnamdi from my #romancenovel Starting Over Again.

In this scene, Nnamdi  visited Onome to inform her about the outcome of an account they had been both worked on securing for their investment bank. 

A strictly business visit. 🤔Or was it? 

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“Did we get the account?” Onome asked nervously, scrubbing her sweaty palms over her bright green cotton shorts. 

He hesitated, his facial expression serious. 

Onome’s heart sank. She had let him down, let the bank down. Her stomach knotted with trepidation. “We… we didn’t get it?” she mumbled hesitantly. 

His lips twitched momentarily, then cracked into a disarming smile.

“Congrats, Onome, you have brought in your first account.”

“Oh my God!” Onome exclaimed, jumping in delight. “I have been so anxious, oh my God!” 

He opened his arms, and without a thought, she ran into his outstretched arms, wrapping her arms around him. He lifted her, twirled her around briefly before gradually lowering her on her feet.

“I’m so proud of you, Onome.” His deep baritone resonated within her.

“Thank you for letting me do this. I have actually missed doing this, hustling for accounts.” 

They stood that way, locked in each other’s arms as moments ticked by, neither of them making any move to break the connection. Slowly, the atmosphere between them shifted from elation to sensual awareness. Their eyes locked. His brown eyes, darkened now, dipped to her lips.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he murmured. He sounded as if he was warning her, giving her a chance to back away from him. 

Onome had no such desire. She had dreamt of kissing him countless times, been consumed with the desire to feel his full lips glide over hers, spent nights wondering if he kissed softly and sweetly or if he plunged in, hard and rough, taking, demanding—

Before she could complete that train of thought, his mouth descended on hers. Onome parted her lips without hesitation, welcoming the intrusion of his tongue into her mouth

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I hope you enjoyed reading this. Drop your comments below ⬇️

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Starting Over Again

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First kisses— Thorns And Roses

This week, I’ll be sharing the first kiss between Ifeoma and Chuma from the #RomanceNovel, Thorns And Roses.

This scene happened after they returned from a boat ride that Chuma had convinced Ifeoma she needed for relaxation.

They were friends at first, but this kiss may have completely changed the dynamics of their relationship.

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She placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

Chuma was startled by the sudden physical contact. 

Ifeoma appeared shocked by her own impulsivity. 

Slowly, she turned towards him so that they were facing each other. He could see the pulse at the base of her neck pounding. It matched the rapid pounding of his own heart. 

She kissed his other cheek and retreated, giving him a nervous smile. Chuma froze, not moving, not trusting himself to move.

Rapid emotions filtered through her large expressive eyes; surprise, fear, panic. And then he saw desire. 

Placing her palms on his chest, Ifeoma touched her lips to his. A very soft touch and then retreated again. 

Chuma tried to keep still, his body was ablaze with want, but he couldn’t move, didn’t want to. It was killing him, but he didn’t want to do anything to drive this moment along. 

He waited, his heart fluttering at a dangerous rate, his body alert and poised. She repeated the kiss, this time flickering her tongue over his lips. 

This pushed Chuma over an invisible edge, and with a deep groan, he captured her mouth with his.

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I hope you enjoyed this kiss … ehm … snippet. Please leave a comment.

Purchase links: 

Thorns and Roses

Nook:

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Kobo:

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Amazon UK: http://bit.ly/ThornsandRoses-AmazonUK

Amazon US: http://bit.ly/ThornsandRoses-AmazonUS

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An alternative narrative

This picture puts a huge smile on my face. I saw it on Instagram and had to share.

I don’t know any of these women but they all graduated as medical doctors in a University in Northern Nigeria.

From their attires, I believe they are beautiful Muslim women.

Why am I pleased? 

This is an alternative narrative showcasing educated Muslim women from Northern Nigeria—A narrative not often shared.

I must confess, I grew up mostly in southern Nigeria, and have very little experience of the core Northern women, their lives, struggles and triumphs.

All I know is from second hand information and the media. And that narrative is of subdued women who rarely have the chance to get a good education.

There may be women who are in that category, but this picture shows a different story. And I’m here for it.

It’s inspired a novella in my head.

I’ll need a beta reader who knows about the Northern part of Nigeria and about Islamic religion with respect to women well enough to guide me, so that I can tell that story properly.

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Happy anniversary to Love Africa Press!

It’s no secret that I love romance novels. 😊

When I was a teenager, I searched actively for romance novels with African characters that looked like me and found very few.

Now, the romance genre in Africa is growing and awareness that there are many stories about the continent to be told is increasing.

There’s not only war, strife, political division and corruption, there’s also love, romance, family, marriage, divorce, education and so on.

One year ago, Love Africa Press (LAP) joined the narrative of promoting African love stories. And I’ve published 2 books with LAP.

The family of awesome romance authors is growing rapidly, and I’m grateful to be a part of that family. 

We are celebrating!

Join us on Friday September 6 as we celebrate Love Africa Press’s one year anniversary in the Love Africa Book Lounge Facebook group.

Event starts at noon (London BST) and runs until midnight. Please see graphic for timezones.

See you there!👇

https://www.facebook.com/groups/ColorofLoveBooks/

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First kisses—Melodies Of Love

One of the things I look forward to reading in romance novels is the first kiss between the couple.

This week, I’ll be sharing the first kiss between Ikenna and Adaora’s from Melodies of Love.

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On the drive back to Adaora’s place, they carefully continued to dance around the issue of their past relationship, choosing instead to talk about more general topics.             

“I enjoyed myself tremendously, Ikenna,” Adaora said, turning to face him at the door to her apartment. He had insisted on walking her up to her apartment. 

“Me too. It was the most fun I’ve had in years,” Ikenna replied with a smile, his full lips parting to expose even white teeth. They were so close she could smell his spicy cologne. 

Adaora waited at the door holding the keys to her apartment door, her heart hammering in her chest. She was not sure that she wanted him to come in, but she did not want the night to end just yet. She could hear the rapid beating of his heart as they stood there staring into each other’s eyes.  

His pupils darkened and his nostrils flared. 

Her eyes dropped down to his lips, and she subconsciously licked hers. Ikenna’s gaze followed the trail of her tongue around her lips and lost all control. 

Before he could stop himself, his hand was around her neck and he groaned deeply when his lips found hers. 

Adaora moaned. Her lips parted to receive his tongue without hesitation, and she found herself standing on her tiptoes as she wrapped her hands around him, enjoying the feel of his broad shoulders. Ikenna’s tongue mated with hers, tasting wine and sweetness. 

He heard her moan again when he deepened the kiss. Encouraged by her urging, he pressed his lips to her throat. His blood was boiling with a deep need. Adaora arched her neck to give him better access, running her fingers through his afro. 

The little throaty sounds she made drove him crazy, spurred him on. 

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Thanks for reading. Please drop a comment.

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Melodies of Love: 

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First time encounters— Love At First Sound

This week, I’ll be sharing the first encounter between Emem Akpan and Yomi Oladipo from the romance novel, Love At First Sound published by Love Africa Press

In this scene, Emem was in the process of moving into a block of flats where Yomi also lived.

He was only trying to be a friendly neighbour. Or was he flirting? Hmmmmm…

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A slow warmth swept over her. Maybe everything would turn out okay. Maybe I’ll finally move past this.

Just as the comforting thought entered her mind, a man emerged from the opened front door.

No. A god. Almost too stunning for words. Tall, with broad shoulders, smooth, golden skin, too light for her usual taste, but the complexion on him enhanced rather than deterred from his good looks. With a long nose and fine facial features, he looked biracial, posh, and out of place in a local area like this.

As he strutted towards them, she found herself instinctively holding her breath, everyone fading away from her line of vision as her gaze narrowed on him. Such a knockout. The long, jet-black dreadlocks with blond highlights hanging from his head down to his shoulders reminded her of Ziggy Marley.  

He was dressed in a pair of ripped blue jeans and a black tank top, which brought attention to strong, muscular arms showcasing large Chinese calligraphy tattoos on each side.

Embarrassed to be staring at his arms, she jumped her gaze back to his face, and heat burned her cheeks at the arrogant glint in his eyes. He obviously knew how stunning he was, and probably got this same reaction from women.

A quick side glance at Natalie’s rigid posture told of her own awestruck response to the man’s beauty.

“Welcome to our block of flats, beautiful ladies,” he said, standing right in front of them, legs akimbo. Confident. Rugged.

Both still speechless, they didn’t respond. And he didn’t seem to be bothered by their silence. He swept his gaze to the movers who had begun pushing the trolley towards the front entrance, and then back at them.

He cast a quick glance at Natalie before he focused his attention on her. His lips parted in a slow grin, exposing white teeth and gorgeous bilateral dimples.

“I’m Yomi Oladipo, and I live upstairs in Apartment Eight,” he said, an arrogant drawl in his voice as he offered her his hand.

Emem ignored it, but Natalie reached out and shook it vigorously, allowing her fingers to linger for moments.

“I’m Natalie,” she gushed, grinning from molar to molar.

He smiled at Natalie, his dimples making another stunning appearance.

“Hello, Natalie. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have a beautiful lady like you moving into this building,” he drawled, a slight British accent in his intonation.

Natalie blushed, and Emem felt like slapping her across the face. You have a man, girl, she thought bitingly, not wanting to analyse the annoyance dripping through her at seeing her friend flirting with this stranger.

“I’m not moving in.” Natalie sounded disappointed. “I’m helping my friend, Emem, move in.”

His gaze moved back to her, and Emem’s chest spasmed.

“Emem … a lovely name for a beauty,” he said, shoving both hands into his jeans pockets, as though accepting her refusal to shake.

Emem fought back the desire to roll her eyes at his cheesy lines. A fuck boy. A young fuck boy who didn’t think twice about making a pass at older women. Nope. Not interested. No matter how handsome, she was not in the mood for this.

“Can I help you move in, too, Emem?” he asked, his tone dripping with honey.

“No, thank you. We are fine,” she answered curtly.

“Oh, my … yes!” Natalie said at the same time in a shrill voice.

The man’s gaze jumped to Natalie and then settled back on her. His thick, perfectly carved eyebrow arched.

“One Yes and one No,” he drawled, seemingly unfazed by her rudeness. “Which is it, ladies?”

Emem shook her head. She really had no time for this young dreadlocked fuck boy. She had stuff to do. “Thanks, Mister, but I’m good.”

She threw an exasperated glance at her friend who still appeared spellbound by the stranger.

“Natalie, abeg, let’s go and bring the rest of my stuff from the car.” 

Sucking her teeth, Emem walked around the man, aware she was being rude but not caring. She needed to nip this right in the bud. He lived in the apartment just above hers, and she didn’t want him becoming too friendly.

The move to this place was for her to heal and regain her focus. Not to have to deal with an overtly cocky neighbour knocking on her door whenever he felt like it, thinking he could get lucky.

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I hope you enjoyed reading. Please leave a comment.

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First time encounters— Unexpected Love

This week, I’ll be sharing the first encounter between Vincent Mba and Yemi Okeke from Unexpected Love, one of the stories from the anthology, Be My Valentine published by @LoveAfricaPress.

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A sound at the door jarred her from her musings. She turned towards the entrance, and her heart lurched. 

A good-looking, athletic man dressed in an impeccable black blazer walked in. His skin was smooth toffee brown, his head shaved bald, and a well-groomed beard and moustache surrounded perfectly shaped full lips.

Embarrassed to be focusing on his mouth, she jerked her attention up to his eyes, and her breath trapped in her chest. Stunning intense dark eyes. No man had the right to have such thick and curly eye lashes without using a mascara, or wonderfully carved eyebrows that should be on a woman.

“Yemi Okeke? You are the orthopaedic surgeon, Yemi Okeke?”

The man’s deep baritone voice flooded the room. Such a sexy sound. Her throat went dry, screaming hoarsely from a sudden need for water. 

“Yes, I am.” She nodded, surprised to see the spark of recognition reflected in the man’s eyes. She hadn’t met him before. Had she? Although there was something vaguely familiar about him, she couldn’t quite place it.  “I have a meeting with the board of directors … or Mr. Mba.”

“I am Mr. Mba,” he said with a smile. “Vincent Mba.”

“Oh, hello, sir.”

Butterflies skittered all over her tummy, making her even more nervous now that she realised he was indeed the man she was here to meet. What a stunning male specimen. And young, too. Probably less than thirty. He was certainly nothing like what she’d expected a hospital manager to look like.

“Vincent. I hate people calling me ‘sir’.”

He lowered his eyes to her left hand briefly and then held her gaze.

“Hmm … Seems like the fool still didn’t man up and wife you?” he said, broadening his grin.

“What?” Her forehead furrowed in confusion, unsure she had heard properly.

“Oh … I was there in the restaurant … you know, when you proposed to your boyfriend of six years.”

Blood drained from her brain, making her feel lightheaded. She quickly pulled out a seat and slumped on it.

So much for having a fresh start in Lagos.

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I hope you enjoyed reading. Please leave a comment.

Purchase Links:

 Be My Valentine 

Love Africa Press:

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First time encounters- The Governor’s Wife

This week I’ll be sharing the scene from The Governor’s Wife where Philip sees Ogonna again for the first time in seven years— seven years after she abandoned him. 

Although not their first time meeting, it is a dramatic encounter after years of not seeing each other.

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A few seconds later, Philip glanced up at the sound of his office door opening. At first, he thought he was seeing things—hallucinating—and his heart dive-bombed in his chest. It simply couldn’t be. Philip blinked, and opened his eyes again. It was…it really was Ogonna. Walking into his office like a hurricane about to upend his life. Again.

Time stood still as he took her in, almost greedily. Stunning. As always. Tall and slender with smooth ebony skin. With her heart-shaped face and deep brown hue, he’d often told her she looked like the Nollywood actress Genevieve Nnaji. Her hair was shorter now, styled in a fashionable bob, bringing attention to her fine facial features—nicely carved eyebrows over large charcoal eyes, a cute nose, and that mouth. Oh God—full and pouty lips, coated with a startling bright crimson tint that contrasted sharply with her skin tone. 

Philip’s heart continued to fibrillate violently in his ribcage, his body immobilized by the shock of seeing her again. Unexpectedly. Unprepared. 

For self-preservation, he had avoided any news about Ogonna. He hadn’t wanted to hear about her happily living a blissful life with the governor who could buy her the world. He prohibited close pals from even mentioning her, had cut off most of his friends from university precisely to avoid running into anyone offering information about her. 

When he had inadvertently seen a photo of her standing beside her husband on the front page of a newspaper last year, smile bright as the sun and looking like she’d won the lottery, he’d experienced weeks of intermittent heart palpitation episodes that had made him physically ill. Panic attacks, the doctor had diagnosed. 

He’d managed to get over that period after months of isolating himself. Now, within a few seconds of seeing her again, his pulse jerked uncontrollably, his breathing became laboured, frighteningly similar to how he’d felt then.

“What are you doing here?” he sputtered, jumping to his feet.  His annoyance wasn’t just with her, but with himself…for his weakness, for allowing her mere presence to destabilise him. “I was expecting Funmi Adelaja.” 

“Hello, Philip,” Ogonna answered. Her gaze slowly swept over him, widening in guileless admiration.

An intense surge of anger rose up inside him. Ogonna had no right to look at him this way, no right to walk into his life again like a beautiful apparition and mess with the armour he’d carefully constructed around his emotions after her betrayal.

“I haven’t scheduled a meeting with you. If you need to see me, book an appointment with my secretary. This slot is allocated to Funmi Adelaja.” 

Her breath hitched sharply. She appeared startled by his gruff tone. He was determined to ignore it. 

“I am a busy man with no time for drop-ins.”

“I have an appointment, Phil, I’m not a drop-in.” 

He must have been mistaken thinking his demeanour had startled her. She sounded calm, together, and completely unfazed by his dismissal. Which made him even angrier. 

Phil? Phil? Is she kidding? How dare she call him Phil as if they were old friends catching up over lunch.

“Philip. My name is Philip to you,” he snapped. “Actually, scratch that. You may call me Mr. Adamu.” 

She heaved a deep sigh before she spoke again. “Mr. Adamu, I have an appointment with you. I booked it under the name Funmi Adelaja…because I didn’t think you would want to see me—”

“You’re right as hell about that,” he cut in. Pointing to the door, he added in a biting tone, “This meeting is over. Please leave now, before I call for security.”

She didn’t budge.

“Listen, Phil…Mr. Adamu. I know we have our differences, but I’m here strictly on business, to discuss renting the property I’m interested in.”

“Differences? Is that what you call cheating on me and running off to marry the next money pot that crossed your path? Does your husband know you are here? Or do you cheat on him, too?  I thought you live in Ebonyi state. What are you doing in Abuja?”

A pained expression crossed her face. For a moment, Philip felt himself weaken. Even after all these years, despite his rage, her pain got to him. Clenching his jaw tightly, he pushed the emotion aside. Anger was his weapon. He needed his fury, so he didn’t crumble in front of her.  

“My husband doesn’t know where I am. Or maybe he does. It matters little. We are getting a divorce.” Her soft voice brought his mind back. 

Silence. The air in the room seemed to have been sucked away, leaving Philip feeling a little dizzy. Divorce? When? Why? He shook his head rapidly to clear it. He shouldn’t be even remotely interested. Nor should the news be flooding his senses with profound joy. Ogonna’s marital status was no longer a concern to him.

“Now, isn’t that something. Found a richer one, have you?” His lips tilted into a sardonic smile. “Frankly, I don’t care about you or your life, Ogonna. So, like I said before…leave.”

Her jaw dropped open, a shocked gasp escaping her parted lips. “Won’t you even hear what I have to say? I need this property.” 

“What part of I don’t care didn’t you get? Nothing you have to say interests me in the least. I won’t rent to you. Ever. So, you’d best spend this time looking elsewhere.”

“You think I didn’t search for an alternative, Phil…Mr Adamu? I really need this, please,” she said in a broken voice, the last sentence a shrill, frantic plea. 

Philip suddenly burst into humourless laughter. “Good God, how ironic. I remember asking you not to marry the governor years ago. Pleading with you…just like this. Desperate. But you did it anyway. Now, here you are, begging—”

“I’m not begging for anything,” Ogonna interrupted him tersely, flashing dark eyes at him. She squared her shoulders, lifting her chin with the spirited confidence he’d always known her to have. “I’m interested in renting…and I will be paying.”

“Well, I don’t need or want your money.” He pointed to the door again. “Leave now or I truly will call security.”

“You don’t even know why I need the property.”

“Don’t know. Don’t care. Out!” 

She stiffened, staring at him in startled disbelief. He noticed tears fill her eyes and his stomach tumbled. Not once in their thirteen years together had he ever made her cry. A part of him wanted to apologise, take her in his arms and comfort her. But another part needed to hurt her, make her feel the pain she’d put him through when she’d deserted him. No true explanation, no remorse, leaving him to draw his own conclusions about their breakup—that he wasn’t good enough, rich enough. What other conclusion would one draw when she’d left him to marry a wealthy governor? The old wounds resurfaced, igniting his resentment. 

“Leave my office, Ogonna,” he said in a low hoarse whisper. 

Their eyes locked for a few moments, hers wet and shiny. A muscle in her jaw worked, as though with the effort of fighting tears. She’d lost—the tears came anyway.

Philip gripped the edge of his desk so tightly that he heard a crackling sound from his knuckles as he fought back the instinct to embrace her. How could he be so angry with her and still ache to take her in his arms?  Why did she continue to have this much power over him?

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