Love At First Sound- Chapter One

It’s just a few more days to the release of Love At First Sound published by Love Africa Press. Yay! I’m so excited.

To celebrate, here’s the first chapter free!

I hope you enjoy reading. Please leave a comment.

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Chapter One

Yomi Oladipo loosened his tie as he pushed opened the door of his two-bedroom apartment. Another long day, and he couldn’t wait to kick back and unwind with a bottle of Chardonnay while listening to his favourite radio show.

The loud buzzing of his mobile phone jarred him, and the paper pack of roasted corn he’d ordered on his way back home almost slipped from his hand.

Sighing, he reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone. He swiped a thumb across the screen, and the cheerful image of his brother lit the display.

“Damn it, Kunle. You call at the most annoying times,” he grumbled, holding the phone upright in one hand while awkwardly juggling his takeaway meal and briefcase in the other.

“Bro, I can see you keep to your tradition of roasted corn every Friday night. And I guess the next thing is to listen to your wife on the radio.”

“Shut up,” Yomi snickered, chuckling. “She isn’t my wife. And I’m still happily single, thank you very much.”

“Just say you love her. For the past five years, you’ve never missed her show. And you’ve just purchased her new book. I bet you wish she wasn’t anonymous, so you could find her and marry her already.”

Yomi laughed. He agreed with his brother. Yes, he wanted to meet Sasha, the radio relationship and sex therapist. Her show had captivated him from the very first day he’d listened to it. There was something about her voice and the direct way she gave her advice that had caught his attention, kept him hooked. But he wasn’t about to admit all that to Kunle.

“Big bro, I’m sure you didn’t call me just to badger me.”

“Of course I didn’t.” He hesitated, cleared his throat, and puffed out a sigh. “I called … I wanted to talk about Mum …”

He became still. The mention of his mother caused his stomach to plummet.

“Please don’t. I’ve told you that woman is dead to me—”

“Don’t say that, Yomi. She is your mother.”

“No, she isn’t.” He seethed. “No woman who abandons her children to run off with her lover deserves to be called a mother. Nope. She’s not my mother.” His blood boiled as he spoke.

“Yomi—”

“Kunle … Please. Don’t. If you want to remain in contact with her, that’s your choice. But don’t try to involve me in that mess.”

“She is in town, Yomi. She wants to see you.”

“Well, that isn’t going to happen. She can crawl back to London with her toy boy and leave me the fuck alone. I don’t want to see her. Not now. Not ever. So, forget it and never mention her to me again.”

Bile rose to his throat. The image of his beautiful mother—blonde, blue-eyed, and dainty as a feather—half-dressed and moaning loudly as she rode astride a young dark-skinned stranger barely out of his teens, scorched Yomi’s brain.

Still as fresh as when he’d witnessed it at the age of seventeen. He would never forget the shock of betrayal that had pierced his chest when he had stridden into the sitting room of the family home and unexpectedly discovered her infidelity. No, he wanted nothing to do with that adulterous excuse for a mother.

“Okay … okay.” Kunle’s tone sounded resigned. “Didn’t mean to ruin your evening.”

Lowering his briefcase to the ground beside him, Yomi blew out a regretful breath, a bit ashamed of his outburst. He hadn’t meant to yell at his older brother. Although only a two-year age gap existed between them, he had deep respect for him.

“I’m sorry for yelling,” he said. Then, he stretched his lips into a smile to show his brother his remorse and continued. “And you didn’t ruin my evening. Nobody can ruin my Fridays because my wife on the radio always takes away my stress.”

His brother laughed out loud, the tension between them immediately forgotten. “Aha! Now you admit you are spiritually married to her,” Kunle chortled. “Sasha—the only person with the power to soothe you.”

Yomi nodded. “Okay, I admit it. I love Sasha’s voice—if that’s her real name. And her guts. I mean, there is something to be said about being a bold radio sex therapist …”

“Not so bold, though. She remains anonymous.”

“Yeah … yeah … I don’t blame her. With all the creeps in Lagos, I think that’s a wise decision. Idiotic people may assume she is promiscuous because she’s a sex therapist and cause her grief.”

“You’re right.”  Kunle yawned, triggering an answering yawn in Yomi, too.

“Okay, Kunle. Speaking of which … it’s almost time for the show, and I need to get my dinner ready before it starts.”

“Corn isn’t dinner.” Kunle snorted. “Keep eating that, and you’ll end up severely constipated,” he said with a dismissive wave of one hand. “Talk to you later.”

Yomi smiled. “Okay, later.”

After hanging up, he made his way to the efficient but spacious kitchen adjacent to the sitting room. He pulled out two corn cobs from newspaper wraps and placed them on a plate. Whistling softly, he retrieved a small bowl containing chopped pieces of coconut from the fridge and placed both items on a silver tray, after which he lifted a chilled bottle of wine.

His entire body pulsated with anticipation as he moved back to the sitting room, balancing the tray effortlessly in both hands. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, he slumped on the recliner and switched on the radio.

The digital clock hanging on the bright white wall read eleven p.m.

“Right on time,” he muttered, lifting a cob of corn to his lips and biting down on it.

“Welcome, lovers. It’s so great to be back again for Late Nights with Sasha at Mainland FM 106.2.”

The sultry voice from the radio resounded in the room, seeping slowly from his ears down his body like sweet caramel syrup dripping down a tasty treat.

“For a mature audience only. So, if you are less than eighteen years old, close your ears.” She let out a soft giggle that sent a jolt of awareness coursing through him. “Here, you get all the tips you need to keep your relationship spicy and your sex life steamy. Ring the number 090 237 237 with any questions you have about love, sex, and relationships, and I’ll do my best to answer.”

Slow rhythm and blues music followed her sultry pronouncement, breaking through his trance.

Yomi exhaled the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. It still amazed him how much effect Sasha’s voice had on him, even leaving him spellbound sometimes.

“We have our first caller,” she spoke again, cutting through the music. “Hello, you are through to Late Nights with Sasha. What’s your name, and what’s your question?”

“Thanks for taking my call, Sasha. My name is Amaka—” A loud screech emanated from the stereo, causing Yomi to wince.

“Amaka, nice to have you call in. Can you turn down your radio, so we can hear you properly?”

Silence for a few seconds, and then—“Can you hear me now?”

“Yes, that’s fantastic,” Sasha said, her voice low and husky, like a warm caress over his skin. “So, Amaka, how can I help?”

“Oh … I am a bit embarrassed about this … Okay, so, my husband brought some sex toys for our tenth wedding anniversary celebration getaway. And to be honest, I … I feel betrayed. Why would he feel the need to bring that filth into our matrimonial bed?” A second of hesitation. “Should I be worried he’s cheating on me? No longer satisfied with our sex life?”

Yomi sat up, anticipating Sasha’s reply. Although he had heard her clever responses to difficult questions such as this before, he still looked forward to every word she uttered like a student listening to a lecture a day before exams.

“Great, Amaka, I love your honesty. And I’m glad you called. My answer to your first question is that I feel it’s unlikely that your husband is cheating if he is willing to try new things with you in the bedroom. From my experience as a psychologist, when a person gives up on a relationship, they don’t bother dealing with important issues like sex with their partners. They simply go elsewhere to find what they need.”

Yomi nodded vigorously as she spoke.

“Absolutely correct, Sasha!” he said to no one.

“And my answer to your second question is, yes. He probably wants more from your sex life and wants to spice things up with you. I actually think that’s a good thing.”

“Oh, I didn’t see it that way.” Amaka’s tone wavered, sounding surprised, as though she’d expected Sasha to reflect the repulsion she felt about her husband’s request. 

“But sex toys, though … I have never used them … I find them … I don’t know … sinful.”

“You are not alone, Amaka. It’s common for women and men to feel worried about anything being introduced to conventional sexual activity. Even non-conventional sexual positions are shocking to many people. So, don’t feel isolated.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“So, what do I do about this sex toy thing? I’m not sure I want to use them … or even know how to.”

“I think you should talk with your husband. Find out what he feels about your sex life. Study the sex toys, find out how they are used, if you are comfortable with what they do.”

Yomi nodded again, totally impressed by Sasha’s insight. “Preach, my sweet Sasha! Preach.”

“Try them on yourself, then try them with your husband if you’re happy with the results,” Sasha said. Her husky chuckle came seconds after. “Maybe you would get to love them so much that you want to use them every time.”

A loud gasp resounded from the speakers. Likely from Amaka. “Ah … Sasha. I’m not so sure.”

“Nobody is ever sure about anything until they try it, honey. Don’t knock it until you do.”

“Thanks, Sasha. I’ll think about it.”

“Thanks for calling, Amaka, I’m happy to have helped. One more thing before you go … Remember, nothing is sinful unless you want it to be.”

The sound of instrumental jazz floated into the room. “Lovers, keep that dial tuned to Mainland FM 106.2 as we go into a brief commercial break.”

Yomi settled back onto his seat and took a sip from his glass of wine. Oh, he would give anything to meet Sasha. His brother was right. He’d fallen in love with the sound of her voice without even knowing what she looked like. How crazy was that?

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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.

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


Two enchanting stories about loss and love:
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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.

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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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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.

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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

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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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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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Nothing has to change. We have great chemistry…


Misunderstandings are we common in romance novels. As an avid romance book lover, I look forward to reading tense moments between couples. I’m such a drama queen.

In this week’s #LAPLovenotes, I’m sharing a snippet of the spat between Onome and Nnamdi from Starting Over Again.

This occurred the morning after. How awkward! 😩🤦🏾‍♀️🙂

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“Onome, nothing has to change. We have great chemistry. Why can’t we continue to explore that?”

“But it’s against company policy for us to date.”

“We won’t be dating, we’d just be—”

“Oh,” Onome turned away from him, holding tightly to the bed covers. “Sleeping together,” she finished for him.

“Onome, I didn’t mean it that way,” Nnamdi began, taking a step towards her. She held out her palm to stop him.

“No, I know exactly what you meant,” Onome said, her tone surprisingly calm considering the anger boiling within her.

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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: 

AmazonUK: http://bit.ly/MelodiesOfLoveAmazonUK

Amazon Us: http://bit.ly/MelodiesofLoveUSKindleLink

Okadabooks:

https://okadabooks.com/book/about/melodies_of_love/12141

Nook: http://bit.ly/nookbookMelodiesofLove

kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/melodies-of-love-2

iBooks: http://bit.ly/MelodiesOfLoveApple

Smashwords: 

http://bit.ly/MelodiesOfLoveSmashwords

Bambooks: https://bambooks.io/Book/BookDetail/Melodies-of-Love/904

RovingHeights (Paperback):  https://rhbooks.com.ng/product/38562/



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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

Amazon US : http://bit.ly/TheSenatorsDaughterAmazonUS

Smashwords: http://bit.ly/TheSenatorsDaughterSmashwords

iBooks: http://bit.ly/TheSenatorsDaughterApple

Bambooks: https://bambooks.io/Book/BookDetail/The-Senator’s-Daughter/11318

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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.

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Deleted scene- The Governor’s Wife

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.


Deleted scene

Chapter Two

Present…

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. 

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Thanks for reading. Please leave your comments. Would this scene have added anything else to the story?
 


Purchase Links

The Governor’s Wife 

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Amazon UK:  https://amzn.to/2R9E3Ol

Amazon USA: http://bit.ly/TheGovernorsWifeAmazonUS

Smashwords: http://bit.ly/TheGovernorsWifeSmashwords

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-governor-s-wife-10

ITUNES: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/the-governors-wife/id1444922013?mt=11

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