The Governor’s Wife — Preview

Hello everyone.

I’m releasing 2 parts of chapter one of The Governor’s Wife this week in preparation for the upcoming book release.

Here’s the first part. Enjoy 😊

Chapter One (Part 1)

Seven years ago

His fingers trembled so badly that the small white card almost slipped through them. His eyes moved from it to the woman who’d just handed it to him.

“This…it’s a joke, right?” Philip asked. He couldn’t believe what he’d just read. Icy chills twined with a volcanic heat to run up and down the nerves of his body.

“No, Phil, I’m sorry, but…”

A loud grunt unbound itself from deep within him, and Philip flung the card across the room. He leapt from his chair and cuffed each of her arms with his hands. “Please, Ogonna. You can’t. How can you do this to me…to us? How can you marry this man?”

Her muscles stiffened at his touch, and she shifted her eyes from him.

“Thirteen years, Ogonna. You’ve been my girlfriend over thirteen years. We have a plan…you and me—”

“Exactly, Phil. Thirteen years a girlfriend. A big difference between that and wife,” she retorted.

“Is that what you want? For us to marry…now? When I have no way to support us?” Philip asked, his eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re still in university. I’ve only just graduated. You know I’m here in Abuja looking for a job. Trying to better myself…for our future.”

“This isn’t about you…”

“Not about me?” He tightened his grip, his eyes flashing and his nostrils flaring. “My girlfriend just hands me an invitation to watch her marry another man, and it’s not about me?”

“Phil, let me go,” she said, trying to shake herself free of his grip.

“No!” he growled. “You are mine. If you think I’m going to let you marry anyone else…”

She let out a low cry, more of a whimper. She sniffled, and then slowly turned her head back towards him. Her eyes, brimming with tears, released large glistening drops from their corners to stream in a trail down her cheeks.

Those tears where his undoing. Philip loosened his grip on her arms and forced himself to let her go. He took a step back, his muscles tense with conflicting emotions. Shock, anger, and fear battled in his chest, each fighting for dominance.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. Pushing back his anger, trying to understand what was happening, he reached up and gently brushed her tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

Slowly, he tilted her tear-stained face upwards. “But why, Ogonna? Why are you doing this?” He searched her face anxiously. “Please tell me.”

Her expression darkened with uncertainty. Her shoulders bowed, almost turning in on themselves. And her lips trembled as if she were chilled to the bone. Her usual self-assurance seemed to have been snatched from her, leaving a broken shell—a stranger— standing before him.

The girl he had dated for almost fourteen years had disappeared, like she’d gone up in smoke. And Philip didn’t know how to get her back.

Since secondary school, Ogonna had been his support system. She’d been right there by his side through all the significant events from adolescence up till now. Like two peas in a pod, they had been inseparable. Whenever he needed her, she came through for him, no questions asked.  His entire world. Since the day he’d set eyes on her, there had never been anyone else. And the same for her—or so he’d thought, fool that he was.

They had plotted and planned their lives with the precision of a military operation. After graduation, he would move to Abuja to find a job. Once she’d completed her studies a year later, she would join him.

They were almost there—their end game in sight. He had a job interview scheduled for next week, and her final exams were only two months away. They’d executed the plan to the letter.

But now, here she stood dropping a bombshell in the middle of their lives.

Philip felt he’d been transported to an alternate universe—one where nothing added up. He’d just visited her two weeks ago, had spent the entire weekend in her off-campus flat. Everything had been as it always was between them. Perfect, normal, happy.
Absolutely no indication she had someone else. So, how the hell could she be getting married? And to the Deputy Governor of her home state. Where did she meet the guy? When? His eyes widened.

“How long have you been cheating on me?”

“Philip, I haven’t…it’s not what you think…” She sniffled again.

“Don’t lie to me!” he snapped. “How else can you explain a sudden engagement? Eh?”

“Philip…” she said, starting to say more, then closing her mouth. Her face fell to her feet again.

“Oh, my God!” Philip felt his throat close in. “How long?”

Again, she parted her full lips to reply, but shut them again. A strained silence stifled the atmosphere for a few seconds more until a new bout of frustration rose inside him.

“Answer me…now.” His voice came low and gravelly, delivering the command with a deadly calm that startled her.

Ogonna heaved a deep sigh of resignation, as though she could no longer hold back the truth from him. “I only met him a few weeks ago,” she responded, trailing a trembling finger over her upper lip.

A sign of anxiety. He knew that gesture all too well. He had on many occasions soothed her unease by simply lifting her finger to his lips. But now, he stood frozen. Her revelation rendering him speechless.

Yes, he’d heard her admission, but his subconscious couldn’t immediately process the information. This entire thing seemed like a distant scene unfolding before him. A scene he had no part in. Still immobilised by the shock of her betrayal, he didn’t respond.

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Blind date disasters: Any deal breakers?

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I’m currently working on a romance fiction novella. I wrote a scene yesterday that made me chuckle. It reminded me of a horrible blind date I experienced in Enugu, where the nice looking thirty-three year old man I was set up with, told me in a very serious voice that he would never marry a woman his mother didn’t approve of.

Now, I get that people have little mental tick boxes of what they can or can not accept in a future partner, but it was a first date and I didn’t feel it was appropriate telling me that the very first time we met. To be honest, it was a deal breaker for me. I think it’s because I worry about guys whose mothers influence majority of their decisions.

Have you ever had a horrible blind date? Care to share?

 Below is an excerpt of the scene I wrote. I hope you like it. (It’s not yet edited, so, be gentle.)

Gobsmacked, Yemi stared at the man in front of her, unable to believe what she just heard. Where does mum find these men?

“Pardon?” she asked, lowering her fork to her plate, her appetite suddenly diminished.

“I said, if a woman can’t cook a good pot of soup with a thousand Naira, she is not prepared to marry.”

Yemi laughed. “You are joking, right?” she said, lifting her cutlery piece again and digging into her plate of jollof rice. He had to be kidding. Surely, no person could say something so absurd without intending to be humorous.

“I am dead serious. I always set this test for women before I date them…to see if they are wife material,” Dare replied, smiling. His grin exposed perfectly shaped white teeth on a ruggedly handsome face. A shame. For someone so good-looking, his thinking process was gravely flawed.

Although she tried, Yemi couldn’t seem to muster any physical attraction to him. And his chauvinistic remarks didn’t help with the repulsion she felt. This latest comment was the final nail in the coffin. No Bueno. She would rather remain single than be forced to continue to listen to this.

“Since you aren’t married yet, I take it nobody has passed your test,” Yemi said, her brain working fast on the best escape plan she could come up with in this situation without appearing rude.

“Not one woman. And It’s a shame,” Dare said, shaking his head in earnest disappointment. “Women of nowadays know nothing about keeping a home. That is why there is so much divorce in our society today.”

Yemi shook her head, flabbergasted. “Hmmm…so, you believe that not being able to cook a pot of soup with a thousand Naira is the reason for the increased divorce rate?”

“That’s not what I mean,” he objected.

“What exactly do you mean, then?”

“A stable marriage depends on simple things like that, a woman being able to manage money. My future wife has to know how to do that.”

“Of course, being able to manage money is a good quality,” Yemi agreed. “My problem with that comment is that in your opinion, the responsibility rests on the woman alone.”

“Yes, it does. A woman is the pillar of every home.”

Oh, lord. I’ll kill mum for this. Yemi couldn’t believe that her mother had tried to convince her this man would be a perfect fit for her. “He is one of the most sought after bachelors in my church,” she had said. Sought after for what? To aggravate women?

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Paper copies now available for purchase in Nigeria

Hello everyone,

I have excellent news to share!

Paper copies of Melodies of Love, Thorns and Roses and Starting Over Again can now be purchased in Nigeria. Yay!!!

I am so excited about this, because readers have asked me repeatedly to make them available in Nigeria. There is something about holding a book that some book lovers find fascinating. There are people who say that e- books don’t produce the same effect.

For me, as long as the story is enthralling, I don’t mind whatever form it comes in. I am like a book junkie—anything to fix my fiction craving will do.

Well, for those who prefer paper copies and find e-books inadequate, I have got you covered.

Enjoy a blissful romantic escape with this trilogy of sensual love stories from the heart of West Africa.

Just click the links below, order the paper copies and they will be delivered at your doorstep wherever you live in Nigeria. It is as simple as that.

Melodies of LoveClick here to buy Melodies Of Love

Thorns and RosesClick here to buy Thorns and Roses

Starting Over AgainClick here to buy Starting Over Again

 

Paper copies now available for purchase in Nigeria
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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/

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Break-up scenes are such a thrill to write.

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I am still in my writing cave and almost done with the first draft of another romance novel set in Abuja, Nigeria.

Yesterday, I wrote a break-up scene.

It amazed me just how much I enjoyed writing it, that I began thinking about the other times I relished penning down scenes with couple fights. I get such a thrill from those emotional and verbal altercations between lovers that it makes me wonder if I’m not a bit of a drama queen myself.

I’ll be honest and confess this; I love reading about couple catfights and watching it on TV, too.

One of my favourite TV scenes ever, was the quarrel between Rachel and Ross in ‘Friends’— when she found out he cheated on her with the girl who worked at the copier shop. It was so well written and acted, that I felt every emotion with the couple and could identify with both Ross and Rachel.

That remark “we were on a break,” from Ross, has stuck with me many years after watching it.

As a lover of romance novels and movies, I always enjoy a good emotional break-up scene.
Here’s a sneak peek of one in my work in progress. Hope you like it.

 

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, Phil. I have nothing else to say except, you can have her…”

“What? I don’t want her.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No, I don’t…Listen, please. I don’t know what Stella told you, but it’s not what you think…”

Ogonna burst into a mirthless laugh, interrupting Philip…

 

Rachel and Ross from “Friends”
One of my best scenes ever!
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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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In the meantime, here is a little teaser from Thorns and Roses.

 

They resumed their meal in silence. “I want to take you out this Saturday,” Chuma broke the silence again. Ifeoma held her breath, waiting for him to continue.

“I have a boat in Lagos Marina. I love to sail on Saturday sometimes.”

Still speechless, Ifeoma dared not say anything, dared not move.

“The weather appears promising, no rain. We can have—”

“I have to work on Saturday … I work on Saturdays, remember?” Her voice suddenly returned, cutting him off. She could not allow him to continue, to paint a picture in her mind. It was hard enough not to reach out across the table and touch him. Keeping her desire for him in check was torture. She did not need him painting this perfect fairy-tale picture in her head. Especially when it was obvious that he wasn’t attracted to her. She was just a hobby to him. A problem to fix. Something interesting to occupy his bored rich mind. No, she won’t encourage this.

Chuma’s dark eyes flashed in anger. He took in a deep breath as if trying to calm himself. He didn’t succeed.

“I know you work Saturdays, damn it.” His voice came out harshly. “I know you worked last Saturday, and the Saturday before that and Sundays too.”

Taking a gulp of water as if he needed that to finally calm down, he swallowed slowly. “I just want you to have one Saturday off. Just one. And relax. Stop fighting the world!”

Ifeoma’s pulse jerked at the intensity she saw in his eyes. This was all too much. She felt like she was drowning. To spend a whole Saturday relaxing on a boat with him? How could she do that and not fall at his feet? Or beg him never to leave her? No, she couldn’t. He made her weak, she had to fight him, preserve herself.

I am not my mother; I am a strong woman.

 

Thanks for reading. Thorns and Roses is available in online ebook stores and as paper copies too.

Thorns And Roses
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Teaser From Melodies Of Love

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“Ikenna, my home is full of flowers. No more space,” she teased, glancing around her sitting room. “You need to stop.”

“What I need is to see you,Ada.”

“Ikenna, please—”

“Please what, Ada? … To not want you, to not pursue you?”

His voice remained calm, careful not to let her know exactly the kind of emotions he was experiencing. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that Ada. I won’t do that.”

Adaora caught her breath. The possessive tone of his voice was difficult to ignore.

“I’ll give you till Monday to wrap your head around the fact that I want you.” He paused briefly, then added, “I will pursue you till you admit that you want me too.”

She was still speechless. Not daring to talk, to move.

Melodies Of Love by Amaka Azie

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