Empi Baryeh in da House!

Love is in the air and guess who just landed at Lara Daniels Writes? It’s none other than the very talented Empi Baryeh whose novels are making ground breaking strides in the African Romance genre. Empi is an author of multicultural love stories tender enough to warm your heart and erotic enough to ignite your passions. I wrote about her two books a couple of weeks ago and she kindly agreed to come here today and talk more in detail about her books and her writing journey with the hopes of encouraging another African Writer out there. So please join me today in welcoming Empi Baryeh! (Loud applause, everyone :))

Thanks for inviting me over to your blog, Lara. Hello and welcome to everyone. Lara asked me to share my journey so far as a writer, so I’ll begin with that and then I’ll talk a little about my latest release. I started writing when I was about thirteen, but it wasn’t until another thirteen years later that I decided to write a romance novel. My first task was to read a few, so I went online, and after some research, I found Harlequin’s website. They had a ‘two free books’ subscription offer, so I got my first two free books and enjoyed them so much that I decided to keep my subscription. About a month later, I received my first set of six books.

Once I started reading them, I had a concern that I’m sure most aspirant African writer have: it occurred to me that I hadn’t seen any books with African characters or settings. While I’d seen many non-US/UK settings, I realised that most people didn’t think ‘romance’ when they thought about Africa.

But first of all I needed to know if my stories had international appeal. I decided to become a premium member of FanStory, which turned out to be one of the best decisions I ever made regarding my writing. If you visited my blog on Friday, then you know Most Eligible Bachelor started as a short story for a Valentine’s Day writing prompt on FanStory. Those were exciting times.  FS allowed me to share my stories with and receive feedback from a global community—US, UK, Europe, Asia, Australia, South America…you name it, they are all there. And guess what! The response was positive.

I was now much more confident about submitting to publishers and agents. And that was when the Rs started. Yes, I’ve had a lot of those, but of course, I was in good company: Ernest Hemingway, J. K. Rowling, Stephen King, Meg Cabot…these are only a few famous writers who are equally famous for the Rs they received before hitting the big time. That’s not to say I didn’t get discouraged—I did. Many times. Especially with form Rs, which don’t tell you what you need to do to improve the story.

But I did have a few trusted writing buddies and critique partners who helped me in fine-tuning my story and turning it from a first draft to a published novel.

As an African writer, especially one living in Africa, it hasn’t been easy. There are many opportunities out there that exclude us – especially writing contests. Many African countries are not on PayPal’s system, which is very limiting in today’s increasingly digital society.

The good news for us, though, is that the digital age, while having limitations, has brought a lot of other opportunities. I think the benefits far outweigh the losses. Also, there’s been an increase in the demand for variety in romance (and other genres of) fiction. That means this is the time for African writers to excel.

So if you’re an aspiring author, my advice is to keep writing, join a good writing/critique group or two, actively search for and enter writing competitions whenever you can. If you choose to self-publish, do your research, make sure your manuscript is thoroughly edited. There’s nothing worse than paying for a book that’s full of typos. Most of all, take a break if you must, but don’t stop writing.

Before I sign off, I want to talk about my books and writing projects. I’m celebrating the release of my debut novel, Most Eligible Bachelor, which is about Chantelle Sah, a magazine columnist who’s been burned by love, and Lord McKenzie, a wealthy playboy, who’s never been in love before—until Chantelle, that is. My heroine is low on trust where men are concerned, but she meets my hero and finds herself unable to keep her heart safe from falling in love again. Throw into the mix is the little fact of the hero holding on to a secret that could be fatal for both their hearts, and you know there’s going to be some trouble brewing before a happily-ever-after can be achieved. The story is a sweet romance that packs enough heat to satisfy readers who want a little sizzle with their romance.

Excerpt:

Lord McKenzie knew he was in trouble the moment he reached for the door and found Chantelle’s hand instead. She turned, her almond-shaped eyes widening. Their hazel intensity met his gaze, and he knew he was done for. Energy passed between them, zapping his will to resist.

“Chantelle.” His voice came out heavy, having forced its way out of the vise gripping his throat.

He pulled her, intending to have one more taste of her luscious full lips. He felt no resistance on her part as she stepped toward him. Her bag dropped to the floor just before her body slammed against his, every soft curve fitting perfectly into him as he laid claim on her lips.

She kissed him back with the same hunger with which he devoured her. Fire ignited, took over. She gripped his t-shirt, tugging it out of his trousers in the process. He became instantly hard. When her hands grazed his skin, he lost hold of any control he had tried to maintain. A kiss wouldn’t be enough to douse the inferno of desire consuming them. Something it seemed she’d already realized, because she pushed the t-shirt up his torso.

Their breathing and moans mingled as they attended to the multiple tasks of kissing, shedding their clothes and finding a place to settle. Chantelle’s top came off first, followed by his, then her jeans and his. Stumbling urgently to the loveseat, they continued their kissing and frantic groping.

With one snap, her bra came off, making Lord pause. He needed to take in the sight before him. In nothing but a flimsy pair of lacy white panties, she was a vision of perfection, her body a work of art. Her tall frame ordinarily projected an impression of slimness, but underneath her clothes were curves, lush and feminine, ample hips narrowing into a small waist and firm breasts proudly pouting at him, all wrapped in flawless milk-chocolate skin.

“You’re incredibly beautiful,” he whispered.

He couldn’t wait to taste her. But first, he needed to touch.

Reverently he cupped her breasts and kneaded them gently, drawing a soft moan from her. His hands travelled down her flat stomach to her hips, enjoying the feel of her curves. His mouth followed with kisses, along the same path to her navel. Reaching for the hem of her panties, he paused, raising his eyes to meet her gaze.

She watched him with sultry eyes, her pupils dilated. Seeing the desire in their depths caused several ounces of restraint to slip from his grip, but he needed to know they were on the same page. He wasn’t going any further if she had doubts.

“Tell me to take this off.”

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