I’ll be sharing bits of chapter one and two of The Judge’s Secret until it’s released. *hint* In a few days 😊🤦🏾♀️
I’m so excited! Can’t wait to share this story with you all.
Here’s the blurb.
A Dutiful Daughter
Justice Iyoma Haruna has always done her father’s bidding, an arranged marriage included. Though cries of nepotism now surround her judgeship, she’s vowed to prove herself worthy. Then, the one man who made her forget duty walks into her courtroom. The only man who knows her secret. Will one night of forbidden passion blow her life to bits?
A Dragon-slaying Barrister
Bespectacled Femi Williams appears mild-mannered, but he takes on the rich and powerful in defense of the weak. And he wins. Not in his personal life, though, so Femi’s sworn off romance. Appearing before Justice Iyoma Haruna, he knows they’ve met. But where and when eludes him. When he realizes just who she is and what she did, will he expose her as a liar and fraud?
Or will he make her his?
Teaser from Chapter One
“The new judge is a woman,” Felicity added. “Justice Haruna.”
Femi quirked his head and widened his eyes.
“A woman, are you sure? There’s only one on the High Court, and it’s not Justice Haruna.” Femi reached for his black suit jacket slung over the front seat and fished his phone out of the inside pocket. “Do you know anything about her?”
“Yes, I googled her immediately.” Felicity pulled her mobile phone from her purse. With a tap of the screen, she placed the small device between them. “She’s recently appointed, a transfer from Lagos.”
Femi peered at the grainy photograph of Justice Haruna, dressed in complete legal regalia. The large black gown with a white collarette hugging her neck almost swallowed her slender frame. The traditional judicial white wig framed both sides of her oval face. A face with a deep scowl and devoid of makeup that looked none too happy.
“She’s very young. Looks like she’s barely out of her twenties,” remarked Femi. He plucked the phone from his assistant’s hand and stared at the screen.
“She’s thirty-six, according to the online rumours,” Felicity said. She placed a finger over her jaw with a thoughtful look in her eyes. “I also found out from the Internet that her father is a Senior Advocate, a Mr Oseni. He’s a close friend to the governor.”
“Must be one of those over-privileged judges pushed to the top by strong connections and very little experience,” Femi huffed.
Curious, he stretched his thumb and forefinger over the small screen to enlarge the image. An uneasy rumbling stirred at the base of his stomach as he focused on Justice Haruna. Something about the woman was very familiar, especially the eyes. He’d seen her before. Felt like he’d met her. Why did he feel like he knew her intimately—a complete stranger?
Thanks for reading. Look out for a part of chapter one tomorrow 😊
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Thanks for all your support last year. I’m grateful to everyone who bought, read and reviewed my books, blog articles and supported my social media pages. You all rock.
This year, I have burning writing plans. I’m so motivated that I decided to make the tentative book covers so that I don’t lose track.
First, I’d be releasing the last of the trilogy involving the three friends, Nosa, Philip and Femi. If you’ve read The Senators Daughter and The Governors Wife, be prepared for Femi’s love story with Justice Iyoma Haruna in The Judge’s Secret.
It’s about lies, betrayal and redemption. Can’t wait to share it with you.
I also have two other stories I’ve been plotting. Both are still in the development stage. I’ve already finished outlining Today And Forever, and completed the first chapter.
For those who enjoyed Love At First Sound, I’m considering a trilogy involving Kunle and Segun, Yomi’s brothers. So, stay tuned.
Hopefully, I’ll keep my focus and continue to deliver exciting love stories from the heart of West Africa to you.
Feel free to bother me and call me out if you find me slacking. Let’s do this together!
This week, I’ll be sharing the first kiss between Yemi Okeke and Vincent Mba from the novella, Unexpected Love, one of the love stories in the anthology, Be My Valentine, published by @LoveAfricaPress.
This scene was in the car, when Vincent dropped Yemi off at her home after an unexpected encounter with her in a restaurant.
I love car kisses. Always get me hot.
“Thanks, Vincent. I had a fantastic time tonight,” she said, fiddling with the zip on her hand bag.
“Me, too, Yemi. It was fun being with you … talking …” He trailed off.She sat stiffly. Silence stretched between them.
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” She turned towards the car door and reached for the handle.
A strong grip closed on her arm, stopping her. Startled, she whirled around to face him. Before she could process what was happening, Vincent’s lips had descended on hers.
Sheer unadulterated pleasure zapped through her entire body as his tongue teased her lower lip enticingly. Succumbing to the force of sensations he evoked, she parted her lips and welcomed the intrusion of his tongue.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, flinging her arms around his shoulders, vaguely aware of the sound of her bag crashing onto something in the car.
Her body came alive as Vincent’s large hands roamed over her, all the while he devoured her mouth with an intensity that excited her.
His hands were everywhere. Her back, her ass, her neck, and then her hair. She couldn’t get enough of tasting him, touching him.
“You taste so damn good,” he muttered, angling his head for a deeper kiss, his tone guttural. “So hot and so sweet.”
Yemi could barely hear him as her entire body concentrated on the exquisite sensation of his tongue stroking the roof of her mouth.
This week, I’ll be sharing the scene of the “first kiss” between Ogonna and Philip from The Governor’s Wife.
Although not really their #FirstKiss, this was the first one they shared when they accidentally met again seven years after a bitter separation.
I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.
A deep part of his subconscious rose up in protest. This was Ogonna, the woman who broke him by running off to marry someone else.
He shouldn’t want to have anything to do with her, let alone kiss her. He needed to bring this madness to an end, turn and walk away.But Philip remained rooted to the spot, deepening the pressure of his thumb instead, and then trailing it slowly across her full lower lip.
Her tongue darted out, flickering lightly. A bold move. Unexpected.
His eyes swept to hers and he froze. They were wide as saucers, as if startled by her own boldness. It would have been easier for him to let her go if even an iota of repulsion or uncertainty registered in their dark depths. Instead, something primal flashed in her pupils.
His breath trapped in his chest. Ogonna wanted him, too. The realisation sent a wave of need through him, weakening him.
Another soft moan came from her. His nostrils flared, and he let out a groan from deep within his throat. Almost roughly, he reached for her face, cradled it in both hands and brought his mouth down on hers.
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.
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.
I hope this warmed you up a bit. And if you’re already warm, I hope it stoked the fiery flames within.😉
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?
“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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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.
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?