Inspired by a post on Instagram by Romance Writers of West AFrica, I’ll be posting a series about first encounters between main characters in my novels.
In this scene from Melodies of Love, Ikenna is meeting up with Adaora again at his work place after 12 years of not seeing or hearing from her following a bitter breakup.
Although this isn’t the first encounter between them, it certainly felt like one.
Ikenna’s heart lurched in his chest. It had been twelve years since he’d last seen Adaora. She was still beautiful. His mind had not prepared him well enough for today even though he had planned this meeting for the past four months. He studied her as she stood across from him.
She was still petite, about five feet four inches, barely reaching his chest, but she was no longer thin. Her body had matured into lovely curves which suited her small frame. Her blue silk blouse with colourful embroidery at the top hugged her slender waist, and her black knee-length skirt fitted her round hips perfectly. She looked confident.
His eyes roamed to her feet which were perfectly tucked into a pair of blue four-inch heeled stilettos. It gave her some height, but it was still not enough to match his slightly-above-six-feet height. He had always towered above her. At one time, she had told him that it made her feel safe.
Ikenna stared at the face that had haunted him for the past twelve years. Her beautiful heart-shaped face, her dark luminous eyes which were large for her face, her small nose and full lips coated with pink lip gloss. Lips he had kissed countless times, twelve years ago, until they were swollen. Lips he had a sudden uncontrollable urge to kiss now.
Her hair was done in tiny braids which she had packed into a single bun. She had always liked braided hair. His Ada, the girl who had driven him to succeed because he never felt like he was good enough for her. The girl who made him feel insecure. The only girl who made him want to be better.
“Ikenna…” she whispered with a smile, jolting him out of his reverie. “I can see you are still never without your saxophone!”
The butt (ass) grab is a common scene in romance fiction novels.
Depending on how it’s written, it could be either sexy or sleazy.
In this week’s #LAPLovenotes i’m sharing a butt grabbing scene from The Senator’s Daughter
“I’m having such a lovely time, Nosa. Thank you,” Rita whispered, her eyes shining.
Unable to resist, Nosa lowered his head to her lips. He intended just a quick kiss, but when her tongue brushed over his lips, he needed more.
Capturing her mouth with his own, he drew her closer, roaming his hands over her delicate back, grabbing and squeezing her bottom through her dress. The taste of her was a drug, powerful and addictive—he wanted all of her and would always come back for more.
“Kissy-kissy people, get a room jor,” joked a group of teenage passersby.
Their loud laughter jerked Nosa to reality. He pulled back, cradling Rita in his arms. “We…” He cleared his throat. “We probably should go home now.”
Hope you enjoyed this snippet. What’s your verdict? Sexy or sleazy? Yay or nay? Please leave a comment.
I sent my manuscript out to beta readers last week and I’ve been jittery with nerves since then.
I’ll explain why. The current romance novel I’m working on dragged me off my pre-planned outline and far off the tangent for weeks. It took me a long time to go with the flow and accept my characters’ lead.
Eventually, I managed to complete the manuscript, but without confidence, because it didn’t follow my initial plan.
I recently received feedback from my first beta reader and I’m feeling energised again about the manuscript.
It wasn’t a “throw the entire story away” kind of feedback. And that’s a good start.
The plot is not bad at all. In fact, it was described as solid by the beta reader.
Based on that awesome and honest feedback, I only have to work on fixing a few plot holes, clarifying timeline issues, and getting rid of all my unnecessary adverbs. A mistake I often make.
All in all, I want my readers to know, I’m back on the grind, and I’m still at it.
Hopefully, you’ll get to share the journey of the characters in this story with me.
Till then, if you haven’t already read any of my stories, they are available on online platforms like kindle, nook, kobo, Okadabooks, Bambooks, iTunes, and as paperbacks from Amazon and RovingHeights, Nigeria.
Hello everyone. This week, I would like to share a deleted scene from The Governor’s Wife.
My editor and I debated a bit about the scene. We both loved it, but felt that it wasn’t necessary at the beginning of the story because it slowed the flow of romance between Ogonna and Philip.
Although it was sad to say goodbye, I eventually let go and allowed the information in this deleted scene to trickle down in chunks throughout the other chapters.
So, what do you think? It hasn’t been edited, so be gentle.
She had perfected this smile—an automatic stretching of her lips upwards to display dazzling white teeth and a half dimple. Everyone always complimented her smile.
“You should be the face of a toothpaste advert,” she had heard often, ever since she was little girl. She had recieved that praise repeatedly over the years, and believed it.
Smiling had become her way of coping with any ugliness life threw at her. As long as nobody else saw the pain inside, she could trudge on until things turned out fine.
Standing stiffly beside her husband, Ogonna tilted her lips into that impeccable grin as camera lights flashed around them, capturing the perfection.
“For he’s a jolly good fellow. For he’s a jolly good fellow. For he’s a jolly good fellow, which nobody can deny,” the gathering sang, cheering for her husband.
She smiled and clapped, joining the crowd as they congratulated the governor for refurbishing the Library at the only University in her hometown, Ebonyi State.
Grinning from ear to ear, Ogonna dutifully walked beside him, shaking hands, hugging people, making small talk with other wives of politicians, guests whom she knew attended not out of loyalty to the governor, but fear. For who dared cross him.
He whispered something unintelligible into her ear and she laughed in response, knowing that the cameramen covering the event were scrambling to capture every detail, even fighting amongst each other for space to get the right angle for the best shot.
She was great at this. After six years of practice, she had honed down the act of creating an illusion, the image of happiness for the public.
She would see the pictures in the papers tomorrow. They would probably make the front page of most local newspapers.
Magazines—online and printed, would comment on the beautiful sparkly green and gold off-shoulder traditional gown she wore that accentuated her slender but shapely figure, highlighting her smooth chestnut-brown skin.
Young girls would look longingly at those pictures. They would admire images of her standing beside the tall, dark and handsome governor and sigh with longing, wishing and praying that they would end up like her—Mrs Ogonna Uchendu. The first lady of Ebonyi state.
She lived in a large mansion, drove the latest cars, travelled all over the world—had everything. If only they could look beyond the photographs, see past her perfect smile. If only…
“Time to cut the cake,” the MC announced, crashing through her musings.
“A launching party is never complete without item 7.”
Loud cheering followed that comment. Ogonna laughed too, holding her husband’s hand as she accompanied him to the front of the Library hall and to the table where the five-layer cake stood.
“At the count of three, the ever-efficient governor will do the honours of cutting the cake and opening the celebration. For we are here to celebrate the excellence of our great leader.” The MC, a tall broad man with a protruding belly looked as if he kissed ass for a living, a man who waited on, and bowed to anyone offering money. Not loyal to anybody who wouldn’t benefit him. The kind of people her husband surrounded himself with.
A crowd of over 100 guests from all over Nigeria clapped as Governor Uchendu sliced through the cake with arrogant slowness, revelling in the attention he received. All eyes on him. What he lived for. To be worshiped by people. To be revered, even if not honestly.
Ogonna looked forward to the end of the ceremony eagerly. Lately, she’d been getting tired of all the pretence. She couldn’t wait for the entire nightmare of her life to be over. But she had to stick to this façade of the doting supportive wife, to persevere, so that she didn’t end up dead like the governor’s former wife. Ruled as death by natural causes from the Local coroner’s office—A heart attack. Although now, she suspected differently.
Since she couldn’t prove anything based on a hunch, Ogonna had kept her suspicions to herself. She had enough troubles on her own without stirring up more by digging into her husband’s past with no evidence.
Thanks for reading. Please leave your comments. Would this scene have added anything else to the story?
In this week’s #LAP love notes, I’m turning up the heat with a snippet from Unexpected Love, one of the 5 heartwarming love stories from the anthology, Be My Valentine by Love Africa Press.
She suddenly reached between them and grabbed his crotch, squeezing his erection.
“Rush me, please,” she whimpered.
He groaned. “Don’t play with fire, sweetheart.”
“Who is playing, Vin?” Her eyes were fierce and challenging. “Now, are you in or out?”
His breathing became laboured, his nostrils flaring. “Open the fucking door before I attack you in the hallway in front of your neighbours.”
Yemi’s husky laughter sent a jolt of pleasure down his body. Holding her close from behind, he nibbled her ear as she pulled a bunch of keys from her sling bag and opened the door, his pulse pumping with excitement and anticipation.
I hope you enjoyed this sexy snippet. Please Leave a comment. And stop by Love Africa Press #Lovenotes to see more snippets.
I’m celebrating my pushing through a difficult writers’ block. My current work in progress has been a bit of a struggle. I had a perfect outline at the onset. Boy meets girl, overcomes a fixed challenge and falls in love. Simple happy ever after storyline, so shouldn’t be a problem, right?—Wrong!!! My characters have a mind of their own and took me on an unexpected journey and emotional ride that derailed me from my outline. For many weeks, I tried to steer them back to the planned plot, and this left me feeling confused. Last week, I decided to let them lead the way! And voila—the words kept pouring out! Now, I’m 3/4 done with the first draft. Lesson learnt from this experience: A plan is just a guideline. Be free to break the boundaries, set your mind free and let the story take control. I’m feeling positive about this manuscript. Can’t wait to share Emem and Yomi’s story. Who says romance writers have it easy? It’s easier to write about hate than about love!!!
Have you ever overcome a roadblock after setting a definite goal that you thought was straightforward?
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
I hope you enjoyed this teaser. Please drop a Comment below.