ERE’S SECRET AND 223 BONNY STREET (ANTHOLOGY) BY FIRI KAMSON


Two enchanting stories about loss and love:
In Ere’s Secret, Ere has a life-changing decision to make.
In 223 Bonny Street, Ikenna wakes to the joys and challenges of being a woman.

ERE’S SECRET

I have a secret. In three days, I’ll be turning forty, and I’m in love for the first time. Decades ago, I sacrificed my life for the good of my family. But tragedy struck too close to home, reminding me of the brevity of life. Now, I have a choice to make: continue living in the shadows, or allow my true self to emerge.

223 BONNY STREET

After an accident, waking up in another person’s body seems like a dream until Ikenna realizes that he is faced with the stark reality of Nkechi’s life, the woman whose body he occupies. He experiences the pains and joys, the strengths and sacrifices of a woman.

The two of them make a connection beyond the physical, but matters of the heart are delicate. When secrets from the past are revealed, will their connection be strong enough to survive?

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ABOUT FIRI KAMSON

Firi has been an avid reader since she could read mostly because I caught the reading bug from my dad and mum. With reading Roots by Alex Harley and the Odessa file at 8, reading was her mode of escape.

Firi loves all fiction but enjoys being curled up under the duvet reading a hot sizzling romance novel when what being a mum, an adult, a wife, a sister and a daughter.

Writing this book has been a dream come true so I hope you’ll love it as much as I have love writing it. Please do not forget to leave a review on Amazon. You can follow me on for more updates on my incoming books.

Other interesting facts about Firi: she paints ceramic and glass mostly but everything can be her canvas so we would not be surprised seeing that she has painted a plane. You can find her paintings on her Instagram page.

Firi has always dreamt of becoming a pilot. Let’s see how this goes.

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QUEER AND SEXY COLLECTION VOL. 1 BY ENIITAN

Love Africa Press presents Volume One of its Queer and Sexy Collections exploring queer sensuality.

In this debut edition of three Queer and Sexy interwoven stories written by Eniitan, we explore pleasure, desire, love, human nature and godhood. Follow the lives of Ufuoma, Larrie, Ariyike, Fausiat, Halimat and Uduak as they experience the magic that is the otherworldly Tara.

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ABOUT ENIITAN

Eniitan lives in a world populated by Yoruba gods and non-binary human beings who take their pleasure as seriously as they take mischief making.

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EXCERPT from Last Weekend

Ufuoma was the last off the plane. She had shunned her usual garb of comfortable jeans and tees and worn a cream skirt-suit that clung to her voluptuous figure like wet on water.

The cream showed off her dark skin, and to drive the point of her femininity home, she had the first three buttons of the white shirt open. Her bra pushed up the mounds of her breasts, leaving onlookers in no doubt of the gifts hidden underneath her clothes.

On her feet was a pair of heels, making her appear even taller.

She was determined to make the best of this long weekend away from her regular life.

This would be her first time at an all-female party, and although Loretta had assured her that it would be fun, she was still a little anxious, so she fell into the default of looking extraordinarily good to boost her spirits.

One of the best things, and the worst, was her ability to ‘pass’ and be taken for a heterosexual, cis-gendered woman, but it also made her invisible to other queer women. A blessing and a curse in a country like Nigeria. She remembered her university days with a shudder. Those years she’d spent listening to ‘godly advice’ from classmates and lecturers about how she should stop hanging out with her more masculine-presenting friends, the rumours they felt comfortable sharing with her about how these women were all a bunch of lesbians and that she should avoid being inducted into the ‘cult of lesbianism.’

 To worsen her situation, bonding with women was not her strong suit, maybe because she was not primarily attracted to men, not sexually or emotionally. She’d never felt invested in them enough to mind their vagaries; she could take them or leave them, without a backward glance. But with women—she was always so scared, had always been, of the different ways loving women could drive you to a point of madness, of how invested she became in their lives, their well-being. But most importantly of the powerful way a woman could break you … but that hadn’t stopped her from wanting them, loving them.

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ERE’S SECRET & 223 BONNY STREET

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QUEER & SEXY COLLECTION VOL 1

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First time encounters— Melodies of Love

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.

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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!”

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I hope you enjoyed this. Please drop a comment.

Purchase links 

Melodies of Love: 

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“Don’t play with fire, sweetheart.”

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.

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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.

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Be My Valentine

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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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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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Why romance authors should be taken seriously.

Hello everyone

I was excited to be interviewed by Syncity NG about the role of the romance genre in literature, particularly African literature.

One of the things I hated growing up, was the scarcity of contemporary romance with African main characters. When I was a teenager, I used to walk around the market and bookshops, desperately searching for romance books that had brown people who looked like me on the front covers. I was frequently disappointed because the only romance novels populating our bookstores were Mills and Boons with non-African main characters.

This made me yearn for more. When I came across the pacesetters series in the early 90s and authors like Helen Ovbiagele, who showcased romance in books like Evbu my Love and A Fresh Start, I went wild with excitement like a kid in a candy store. That day, I purchased almost all the books there with my pocket money.

Since then, I have come across other authors like Kiru Taye, Nana Prah, Empi Darko, Lara Daniels, Somi Ekhasomhi who write about love in Africa. I wanted to be a part of that.

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My first romance novel written by a man…oops 2 men!

Hello everyone

I am excited to share that I have just ticked off an item from my literary bucket list, and that is to read a contemporary romance novel—not erotica– by an African MAN.

Yes, you read right! I have a literary bucket list— crazy bookworm that I am.

Okay, back to the book…

Title:  Love Eventually by Walter Ude and Chisom Ojukwu

Format /platforrm:  ebook/Okadabooks

https://beta.okadabooks.com/book/about/love_eventually/12452

Verdict:  Loved it!  4 ⭐️ ⭐️⭐️⭐️

I must confess I was a little sceptical at first when Literary Everything, an online book review blog for mostly African literature, recommended  this book, because I didn’t know the authors and had never come across their previous books. However, when I found out it was a romance novella written by guys, my interests piqued and I decided to try it.  I’m glad I did.

Storyline:  It’s about Cordelia, a headstrong, bike-riding, lawyer who meets and falls for Philip, a practical, uptight auditor. A typical boy meets girl love story with Nigerian characters. Although very simple, the sheer sweetness of the characters together made me sigh with pleasure.

Dialogue: This is where this book got me— Fantastic, realistic and witty conversations which drew me into each character. I loved that I could feel every lovey-dovey emotion and even the arguments as though I was there with the couple. And the humour is absolutely my kind of humour, which gives this book a plus.

Character development: Well rounded and engaging. I got to understand why Cordelia and Philip became the way they were. They also had endearing quirks that drew me to them.

Writing style: Okay. Not too many unnecessary details, which to me, is a plus.

Down side: Not much, because I’m being picky about this, but I really don’t like simple love stories. I prefer more meat in a storyline. But that’s just me.

Thank you Walter Ude and Chisom Ojukwu for helping me with my literary bucket list 😊

See the review that made me purchase the book in the first place!

http://literaryeverything.com/2018/08/27/love-eventually-by-walter-ude-and-chisom-ojukwu/

Love Eventually by Walter Ude and Chisom Ojukwu

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The Senator’s Daughter- Teaser

Hello everyone,

I just got back from a one week holiday in Malta. Although the sunshine was extreme, I enjoyed the beautiful island with lots of interesting history and culture. Returning to ones usual routine after a break can be hard sometimes, but I’m slowly getting there.

To start off the week,  here is a little teaser from The Senator’s Daughter— The first of a trilogy I’m writing about three childhood friends, Nosa, Philip and Femi who all reside in Abuja, Nigeria.  Enjoy.

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.

The Senator’s Daughter

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Guest Blog Interview

I was honoured to be interviewed by Pelleura,  a brand creating and expanding service.

One of the aspects of the interview that I loved, was talking about the role of social media in expanding a brand.

As an author, I’ve had to come out of my shell and expose myself to the cyber world.

Continue reading by clicking the link below:

https://pelleura.top/2018/08/06/interview-with-amaka-azie/

Interview with Pellura

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