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Love at Dawn hits Lagos

I’m super excited.

After several months of back-and-forth, my second book, Love at Dawn finally arrived at its first Nigerian Book store – The Naija Sistas Bookstore. 

So to all my Naija peeps who kept supporting me and being patient with me about my books’ prescence in Nigeria, well…the book is within your reach now. You need to grab your copy now before it runs out because only a few copies are in stock for now.  

The addy of NSBS is 26 Festival Road, Off Adetokunbo Ademola Street, Victoria Island, Lagos!

Also, there’s a Book fiesta coming up at NSBS on December 17th  at the Radisson Blu – Lekki Room, Ozumba Mbadiwe Avenue, Victoria Island, Lagos where you can even get to snag a free copy. But you need to attend to even stand a chance.


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When Loving becomes complicated

 Love is merely madness – Williams Shakespeare

When Loving becomes complicated – A snippet from Love at Dawn

She gave him a strained glance. “Because I don’t want to live this way anymore. I don’t want to keep hating you. It’s abnormal.”

 “So what do you want, Tory?”

 The question caught her off guard and she opened her mouth, but no words came.

 He was studying her and Tory noticed for the first time how his eyes could quickly transition from dark brown to charcoal black, depending on the intensity of his emotions. Like right now.

 Remembering the way he had kissed her at the cathedral, she held her breath as she made bold her request. “I want to know if you said those words to me because you truly hated me, or if you said them because you felt something else for me….like…like…something other than hate.” She stuttered lamely, unable to say the word ‘love’. 

“You need to get your head out of those romance novels you read, Tory.” He replied, but his tone, howbeit gruff was soft and kind.

 The manner in which he responded to her question encouraged her to prod a little further. “Do you feel something for me now? Are you attracted to me now?” 

The response he made next was nothing she could have anticipated.

 “You scare the crap out of me.” He stated.

 Without slightest sound, he bent down his head in one fluid motion and kissed her, right there on her lips. Shocked, she lifted up her head to receive his mouth, which stayed on hers, patiently prodding her lips apart until he scored home and found the warmth of her. Heat matched heat, and all of the confusion she had about him only intensified in the power of his kiss. Softly…ardently, he claimed her so that she was purring with satisfaction. So skillful was he that she could have sworn she felt her blood turn to molten lava as he kissed her.

 She found herself breaking away to catch a much needed breath, but even then, he seized her mouth again, refusing to let go of her, like his life depended on it. Her head was now resting against the headboard as Rashad continued feasting on her lips. She felt his big hands move over her chest, gently skimming from the base of her neck down to hover one of her breasts, and then the other. She thrust her chest out, seeking for him to claim her there where her nipples had now hardened in deepened arousal.

 “Tory.” She heard him murmur brokenly as he deepened the kiss. 

She could sense the battle taking place in his core as he fought the temptation to sink his teeth into the plump sweetness of her breasts. “Tory.” He murmured again, sounding helpless and powerless to resist her, even as she jerked up, her body throbbing with fiery passion, as memories of that first time with him assuaged her, memories of how he had claimed her for himself irrevocably. When he finally did free himself from her mouth, Tory noted with sheer joy the skilled manner in which his lips now travelled adroitly to her breast. Once there, he seemed  too frozen to continue.

 Staring into her warm eyes, lit with the most blazing fervor he had ever seen on a woman, he murmured softly, “I warned you to stay away from me. Remember?” 

She blinked back in confusion, as she struggled to come out of the daze of his kisses. A strange soft moan escaped her as reality gradually returned back to her beleaguered senses.

Tory felt, rather than saw Rashad move slightly, bringing her head to rest on his hard pounding chest.

“I want you Rashad.” She now heard herself say. “I can’t stop wanting you in spite of all that has happened between us.”

Once again, he settled his mouth on hers’, but this time quickly travelling down to her breasts and playing with one mound and then, another with his skillful mouth. When her nipples hardened even further under his soft manipulations, almost poking out from the blouse she had worn to bed, Rashad groaned and knew that if he did not stop now, he would do the damnable, hating himself all over again. He stopped abruptly, despite her protesting moans.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” She pleaded.

“I am not good enough for you,” was his smothered reply.

“I want you Rashad.” She repeated.

“And I am not good enough for you, Tory.” He repeated. “True, I have my insecurities and I find that my feelings of inadequacy worsen when I’m with you.”

A harsh laugh escaped her. “You are not stopping me from wanting you. I love-”

Before she could make a bigger fool of herself, he cut her short quickly, his demeanor resolute. “Let it go, Tory. Just let it go.” It was an insistent plea, and when Tory looked into his eyes, she saw the fear in the depth of them.

“I am not good for you. You deserve better.”

With that said, Tory found herself nodding, agreeing with his argument for now.

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Finding Love in spite of a Dark Past

As a nurse actively caring for people dealing with life’s major crisis, it’s inevitable not to be exposed to matters of the heart.

For example, a couple of years ago, I’d managed the care of an attractive woman in her 20’s called Rachael (not real name).She had been diagnosed with Hepatitis C some few years back and had come to the hospital to have a major surgery that was related to another condition. Her boyfriend, (let’s call him Sam) came along to be her major support system. Now, Sam wasn’t aware that Rachael had been diagnosed with Hepatitis. According to Rachael, there wasn’t any reason for Sam to know since they hadn’t had sex …yet. From my conversation with her, I understand that she wanted to cross that bridge of telling him about her disease once the issue of them having sex together came into the picture.

One of the instructions that Nursing educators drill into every Student Nurse is the need to keep and protect a patient’s privacy.  The rule is that you never, ever, ever share information about your patient with anybody and that includes spouses, parents, children etcetera, except if the patient gives you that permission to share.  And this not only applies to nurses, but to all professions in the health care industry. In the US, breaking this rule can result in some very dire consequences, including the loss of your professional license, heavy fines that run up to the millions and even jail time. Since I strongly abide by that code of ethics for nurses, I couldn’t help wonder what Sam would do the moment he found out that Rachael had hepatitis. Would he still want her? From the short interaction I’d had with Rachael and Sam, I could tell that Sam doted much on Rachael. He was always so concerned for her and was big on encouraging her to get better after the surgery. In fact, he’d flown in from New York (Not real city) to come stay with her in Texas where she’d had her surgery.

Two years later, I still wonder about Sam and Rachael.  I know that it’s a pretty much steep price to pay – the price to be with someone who has an unpleasant past such as an incurable STD.  In happily-ever-afters like the romance novels that I write, Sam and Rachael would work out just fine. Take for example Tory, my heroine in Love at Dawn has a terrible secret that she’s keeping away from her family and most importantly from Rashad, the man she fell in love with when she was a child.  In the end, Rashad is able to deal with Tory’s dark secret. In real life, I believe (and have actually seen) lovers puting aside all negativity and sticking to each other in spite of ‘whatever’.

I hear someone say, “But for goodness sake, not with a condition like Hepatitis.” But you know what, I still believe it is possible even with hepatitis.  Maybe it’s because I have my head so high up in the butt of optimism. And if this is the case, I’m going to have to say that I actually like Optimism’s butt. It’s a nice place to keep one’s head; a cushion for that belief that even people who are deemed unlovable and un-romancable can and do find love regardless of distasteful histories.

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