Gosh! Thursday comes around pretty quickly these days. I feel as if I only did a post a few hours ago. It’s been one thing or the other this week. And I’ve been shoulders deep in editing, not just one but two books.
As some of you know already, I’m currently working on a historical romance series set in pre-colonial West Africa (the region now known as south-east Nigeria). The stories deal lightly with cultural issues at play in those days – including arranged marriages, polygamy, the importance of lineage, etc. These issues make for interesting conflicts with heroes and heroines that don’t always play by the rules. But we like rule-breakers in fiction, don’t we?
The first set of edits was for His Treasure, my historical romance book out in December. It’s completed and back with my editor. Hopefully there shouldn’t be much more editing to do on it before publication.
The second set of edits is for His Strength, the second book in the series, which I’m trying to polish off before sending to my editor. She likes the blurb and wants to see the rest. So here’s hoping she loves the full manuscript.
In the meantime, I’ll give you a sneak preview of my work-in-progress.
The blurb for His StrengthAs a young widow, Nneka yearns to be released from the obligations to her late husband’s family and live as an independent woman. With a past coloured by a brutal father, she will never yield to another man willingly and will do just about anything to attain that freedom.
Ikem sees in Nneka everything he wants in a life mate. He was unable to claim her once because his heritage meant he wasn’t good enough. Now fate has given him another chance. He won’t give her up again. When they begin a torrid affair, will he be able to convince her that succumbing to their passion is the key to her freedom?
Here’s a snippet from His Strength
“Nneka,” he called out, taking a step forward so she could see him better behind the tall green grasses now covered in a layer of brown dust.
With measured ease she turned round, looked left and right along the empty footpath before staring straight at him.
“Ikem, what are you doing here?”
The softness of her voice travelled through him, igniting his already sparking desire. His heart increased its pounding. The blood in his veins rushed downward leaving him feeling lightheaded. Such was her effect on him. Yet he schooled his expression as he watched her.
Her hair was a mass of short tight curls. As tradition dictated, her head had been shaved clean at the death of her husband. It drew his attention to her unadorned face, wide eyes, pert nose and full lips. Her body didn’t have any of the decorative uli marking other women wore; neither did she wear any beads or ornaments. Her appearance was designed to deter notice.
Except, he noticed her. All of her.
He had expected her to look puzzled maybe even frightened at seeing him standing there. She didn’t. Instead she stared at him with boldness unbecoming of a woman in a state of mourning. Her dark brown eyes held a brief twinkle of amusement. When he raised his brow in a silent query, she lowered her gaze to the ground.
“I want to talk to you. Come here.” Though he spoke quietly, there was no mistaking the demand in his voice.
With haste, her gaze flicked back up to meet his. Her eyes had lost some of the sparkling amusement. Instead they held his with fiery defiance, her chin raised a notch.
“I cannot be seen talking to you, Ikem. You know that.” Her tone was self-assured as if she didn’t care if she was found talking to him. A woman in her position, knowing the consequences of being seen with him in public should have cowered and appeared appalled at his forwardness. Her confidence affected him at a most basic level. It challenged him and served to spur him on.
He wanted this woman regardless of the outcome.
***Your comments are welcome, as usual. Who's interested in reading more? Have a thrusty Thursday, y'all.