First time encounters- The Senator’s Daughter

This week, I’m sharing the first face to face encounter between Rita and Nosa from The Senator’s Daughter.

The very first time they meet, he is hauling her into a vehicle after kidnapping her. How awkward! He he.

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Strong arms engulfed her as she hit her head against a rigid wall. Okay, maybe it wasn’t a wall. It felt like firm chest muscles. The alluring aroma of maleness and cologne that filled her nostrils tightened her chest. She inhaled deeply. She had died and gone to heaven in the arms of Angel Michael. Rita buried her face in his chest, and she felt the pounding of his heart against her cheeks.

“Angel Michael,” Rita whispered, resting her face against his broad chest, feeling safe in the arms that carried her. This was heaven. “Thank you, Angel Michael.”

“Bloody hell! You scared the shit out of me! What the hell is wrong with you!” The voice that barked at her was gruff. Her eyes snapped open. That was definitely not the voice or words of an angel.

“Who are you? Let go of me!” Rita screamed, suddenly aware of her surroundings. She had not jumped off the bridge as she had intended, and a stranger held her in his arms, refusing to let her go.

“Let go of me!” she cried again, hitting the stranger on his back. He neither responded to her command nor flinched from the force of her blows. He simply turned, holding her firmly in his arms and began moving towards a vehicle.

“Let me go, please,” Rita pleaded, alarmed. Reality set in; she was being abducted by this man. “Please let me go. Who are you?” The man still did not respond. She began to panic, really panic. She was alone. No one knew where she was. She immediately regretted locking Tango back in the bungalow. If this man took her somewhere and killed her, nobody would even know where to find her.

“Do you know who I am?” Rita’s panic-stricken voice rang out again. “I am Senator Obaseki’s daughter. My father will have you killed.” Anger replaced her fear. “Let me go! Do you hear me? My father is very rich…”

He remained silent as he carried her to the black car parked at the other end of the bridge. Rita noticed the opened front door of the vehicle, but before she could say anything more, he slammed it shut with his foot.

The stranger yanked open the door to the backseat and dumped her inside. She tried to kick him away, but he held her legs together and pulled out a rope from the floor of the car. Keeping her legs bound with ease, he tied the rope around her ankles and knotted it. Rita’s arms flapped about, throwing punches at the man in a state of terror. She hit him anywhere she could find his flesh, but he didn’t duck or flinch.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small knife. Rita’s eyes widened. She held both hands above her head in surrender, temporarily immobilised by fear. “Please don’t kill me. I’ll give you money. Name your price. Whatever amount you want, I’ll give you.” His facial expression was indifferent, as if unimpressed by her declaration. Without even looking up at her, he used the knife to cut the rope and placed it back in his pocket.

After securing the rope on her ankles, he retrieved another rope from somewhere in the car and reached for her forearm. He captured one forearm in his large hand and aimed for her other hand. Rita didn’t make it easy for him, aimlessly flailing her free hand around, trying to elude his grasp.

“What do you want? Money? I can give you up to ten million Naira today if you let me go.” She searched his face anxiously for a sign that he heard what she’d just said. There was no emotion there. His focus was aiming for her hand. Fear gripped her insides. This was not about money. This man didn’t need her money. And that was frightening. What did he want? Was he a rapist? A ritualist?

“Give me your hand,” he muttered in a low voice. Rita continued to evade his attempt to gather her hands together. “I don’t want to hurt you. Just give me your hand.”

“Please, let me go, then. I have money. Loads of money I could give you today if you let me go.” Her voice became desperate. “Please…”

“Give me your hand now,” he said again. This time, there was an authoritative ring to his words that made her heart jump. Rita offered her other hand to him.

While he tied her wrists together, Rita studied him silently, trying to recall if she had met him before. His glossy skin was a deep mahogany hue that she would have found appealing under different circumstances. He had a long face with piercing large eyes below thick well-carved eyebrows. His nose was long with flared nostrils, and his full lips stood out amongst his precisely trimmed facial hair. Closely cropped smooth curls crowned his head, tapering to thin sideburns.

Her frantic mind search for previous encounters with this man came up empty. She hadn’t met him before, had she? Was this personal? He was a tall, muscular man with a commanding presence that she would not easily forget had their paths crossed. No, she hadn’t met him before. She was sure of that.

“Please let me go, I haven’t done anything to you, have I? I don’t know you, do I? Please let me go…please…I can give you money.”

He didn’t look up or even acknowledge her statement. He used the same knife from his pocket to cut the ends of the rope that secured her wrists before replacing it in his pocket.

Glancing up at her, he ran a thumb over her bound wrist.

“Does this hurt?” he asked in a tone that Rita would have described as compassionate were she not tied hands and feet in the back seat of his car. It took a moment for her to realise that he was referring to the rope on her wrists. Rita shook her head.

“Good…” He brushed his hand over his face. “Listen, Princess. I don’t want to hurt you. If you do exactly as I say, you will be fine,” he warned her. His intonation was a rich baritone that cracked at the end of his sentence.

“What do you want? Are you a ritualist? I can give you money if you are a ritualist… Name the amount…you don’t have to do anything to me. Please. I’ll pay double whatever they are offering you.”

He laughed in response. The sound of his laughter reverberated in the air. Not replying to her comment, he slammed the car door shut and walked over to the driver’s seat and sat down.

“You are a rapist, then. A big man like you… Do you have to resort to rape to have sex? So, you can’t manage to find a girl to convince to sleep with you? You should be ashamed of yourself!”

He remained silent. Rita’s fear intensified. Her throat tightened with tears. She was going to die. This man was going to rape her, kill her and leave her body somewhere nobody would ever find. And it was all her fault. Oh, God. Why did I lock Tango inside the bungalow?

“Where are you taking me? Please don’t hurt me…please…” Rita’s tone wavered. Tears fell down her eyes.

Her plea seemed to touch him, and she noticed him pause his movements. He glanced at the rare-view mirror and their gazes linked. “I promise I won’t hurt you, okay?” he said gently. Rita watched him open the glove compartment and pull out a small syringe. He took out a tiny needle from a box in there, tore away the packet, and attached it to the end of the syringe. “This is the only thing that will hurt. But just like a sharp sting, like a mosquito bite. Nothing dramatic.”

Rita could barely hear what he was saying. Her needle phobia kicked in. Blood drained from her head, causing her to feel dizzy. Wide eyes with dread and her gaze focused on the advancing needle, she remained paralysed, so scared that she didn’t even feel the sharp sting of the needle as it pierced the skin of her arm. All she could feel was the blood pounding in her ears.

“You will soon become light-headed,” the man continued in a deep voice. “And then slowly fall asleep. Don’t worry; it’s a low dose, so you will be fine when you wake up, Rita.”

Rita? He had called her by name. She was not a random victim. This man knew her name.

“How do you know my name? Why are you doing this? Who are you?” The man did not reply. He started the car, pulled out of the side road where they were, and drove towards the main road.

More questions formed in Rita’s head. But her brain became fuzzy, and slowly, just as the man had warned, her eyes grew heavy. The questions whirled around in her brain in disjointed circles until she could no longer keep her eyes open or her mind alert. Heaving a deep sigh, Rita gave in to the darkness that claimed her. But not before she noticed the flash of regret that touched the stranger’s sharp eyes.

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I hope you enjoyed reading. Please drop a comment.

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Indie Book Awards Finalist—Yay!

I’m absolutely delighted to share the news that The Senator’s Daughter is a finalist at the Next Generation Indie Book Awards for the romance category! Yay!

This is my first international accolade and I’m so pleased. 

When a stranger contacted me directly on Goodreads with so much praise for the novel, and even suggesting that I put it up for an award, I was sceptical about it. Not because I didn’t believe in the quality of my story, but because I’ve read a lot of books with award tags on them that didn’t hit the mark for me.

I always think there’s something else these judges look for that I don’t quite understand.

I ruminated on this suggestion for a few weeks and decided to go for it in December. After entry, I simply forgot about it, not really hoping for much.

To my uttermost delight, I received a congratulatory email and a certificate pronouncing me as a 2019 finalist.

This is an amazing news for me, and a huge encouragement. It makes me feel positive about the decision I made in 2016 to start this journey of sharing my stories with the world.

It’s never too late!

Even though I didn’t win, being a self-published finalist with other international romance writers is a massive victory for me.

Thanks to Jess for encouraging me to just go for it, to my family and friends who have my back and most of all, to all my readers. You all rock!

God is good.

Click the link below for a comprehensive list of finalists and winners.

https://www.indiebookawards.com/winners/list

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Cover reveal- Love At First Sound

Title: Love at First Sound

Author: Amaka Azie

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher Love Africa Press

Release date: June 17, 2019

BLURB

Heartbroken after discovering her fiancé’s double life, Emem Akpan ends the relationship and moves into an apartment at the other end of Lagos, determined to get her life back on track with no more diversions.

However, a massive dose of distraction bumps into her in the form of Yomi, a sexy younger man who has set his sights on her and will stop at nothing to get her attention. 

Yomi Oladipo has always harboured a crush on Sasha, the anchor of his favourite radio show …. who happens to be none other than Emem, his new downstairs neighbour. Enthralled, he wants to get to know her better, but just when she decides to give them a chance, a troubling secret about her shatters his heart.

After experiencing a savage betrayal by someone he once trusted, will Yomi be able to overcome Emem’s devastating revelation?

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First time encounters— Thorns and Roses

This week, I’m posting a snippet of the first time Chuma met Ifeoma from Thorns and Roses.

He’d been patronising her restaurant for months before actually meeting her. She’d been ogling him from behind the serving counter before they met.

This was one of my favourite first encounters between my main characters to write. 

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Feeling slightly irritated that a waiter hadn’t shown up yet, Chuma rose from his seat intending to find out why. However, before he could take a step forward, a slender light-skinned lady he’d never seen there before, rushed out from behind the partitioned serving counter.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, sir,” she muttered. “We are short staffed today.” She appeared nervous and fidgety. 

Chuma sat back down.

“What can I get you?” she asked, rubbing her hands on her apron. He couldn’t see her face clearly because of the way she had positioned her body while she talked to him. She appeared to be avoiding eye contact with him.

“Oha soup, please,” Chuma replied and then added, “some garri as well.”

She turned her face towards him abruptly as if his order had surprised her. A series of rapid emotions registered in her expressive eyes. First, surprise, then panic, and finally fear. She was afraid of him. He caught his breath, caught off guard by her reaction. He was sure that he had never met her before, so why was she frightened of him? Did she think he was upset about the delay in attending to him?

His need to assure her of his state of mind was immediate and unexplainable. He reached for her hand.

“I’m not upset—” he began, but she snatched her hand away swiftly. 

The dim lighting in the room made it difficult for him to see her facial features distinctively, but she looked young. A colourful scarf covered her hair, and baggy clothes and a faded blue apron enveloped her slim frame.

“I’m sorry for the delay again, I’ll get your food now, sir,” she replied, scurrying away.

Chuma shook his head swiftly to clear his mind of that strange encounter, although he did wonder about that expression of fear that he had seen in her eyes. He searched the inner recesses of his memory trying to recollect if there was any possibility that he had met her before today, but he kept coming up empty. No, he had certainly not met her before.

Maybe she thought I was someone else, he concluded within himself.

But soon, wondering led to intrigue, and he waited with anticipation for her to return with his meal

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Thorns and Roses

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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.

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Melodies of Love: 

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He intended just a quick kiss, but…

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 

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“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.”

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Hope you enjoyed this snippet. What’s your verdict? Sexy or sleazy? Yay or nay? Please leave a comment.

Purchase links for The Senator’s Daughter

Okadabooks: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_senator_s_daughter/17711

Nook:  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-senators-daughter-amaka-azie/1128062054?ean=2940155150718

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/the-senator-s-daughter-13

Amazon UK: http://bit.ly/TheSenatorsDaughterAmazonUK

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First beta reader feedback received!

Hi everyone.

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.

Thanks for all your support.


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Pushing through a Writers’ block

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?

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“I want to take care of you.”

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.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Please leave a comment.

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Out now! Be My Valentine

Out Now!

Be my Valentine by Love Africa Press is out.

5 amazing authors

5 wonderful stories

5 ways to fall in love this Valentines season.

Here’s a little teaser from one of the stories, Unexpected Love by Amaka Azie. Enjoy.

Be My Valentine

He chuckled. Although amused, his interest piqued. He’d wondered that himself. “And why are you? Still single, I mean. You are beautiful and intelligent. Some man should have snagged you up by now.”

Silence. Her face fell, and she appeared disconcerted. He immediately remembered her botched marriage proposal at Enugu and felt like a heel.

“I am sorry—”

“Never mind. It’s been like ages ago …” she muttered, gulping her drink as though trying to flush down her mortification with alcohol.

“Do you still love him?” he asked, holding his breath.

Even though unsure why he’d enquired about her ex, he was now anxious for her response, desperately hoping to hear her say no.

Yemi hesitated, swirling the drink in her glass with concentration. It appeared she wasn’t going to answer, and his stomach tumbled. Worried he had offended her by asking such a personal question, he parted his lips to apologise again when he heard her husky voice.

“No,” she said. “Not anymore.”

A deep feeling of relief surged through his chest, so intense that he almost felt faint with it.
“I probably never really did,” she continued, her tone quiet and reflective. “I think I hung onto the idea of forever with him because he is the only man that ever paid any attention to me … I guess I wanted to have somebody to love so badly that I ignored all the warning signs that flashed in front of me while we dated.”

She chewed her lower lip, bringing his attention to the full lusciousness of her mouth. An almost overwhelming need to kiss her gripped him. He had to squeeze the stem of his glass tightly to keep himself from reaching for her and drawing her to him.

Her next words cut through his sensual thoughts.

“I mean, he never introduced me to his family, his friends. The relationship seemed all one-sided. And everyone could see it but me. I feel so foolish …”

Overwhelmed with the need to touch her, he gave in to the desire and reached for her hand. He squeezed her delicate soft palms in his large hands.

Her gaze jumped to his. They reflected surprise. But something else … a connection. She could feel what he felt, too. That strong pull. The chemistry.

Without a doubt, Vincent knew he wanted this woman to be his. Not in the casual way he usually related with women. He wanted her as his girlfriend.

Purchase Links

Love Africa Press: https://www.loveafricapress.com/product-page/be-my-valentine-volume-one
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