HIS TREASURE - Book Release Day & WD12

Finally, the day has arrived. My first book, HIS TREASURE, is out there, now available for readers to buy. I am excited and jubilant, humbled and thankful. Getting to this day has been quite a ride. There have been good days and bad days, happy days and sad days, writing days and procrastinating days.

I really have to acknowledge Nkem, Sukhi, Henza and Queenie who read the very first rough draft, liked it and pushed me to polish it for submission. I’m totally grateful to you and the others who saw the gem in the rough for its true potential.

I also have to mention my editor, Kristie, whom I must say is fantastic. One of her first comments back to me when we started editing was just so fabulous I feel like printing it out and framing it. LOL. But I’ll settle for sharing it with you here.

“I found myself laughing at myself in regard to my reaction to some of the stuff going in the story. It reminds me of a soap opera, except there's nothing but good bits and I was "talking" back to the screen. The love scenes are super steamy without fire [(nice!) (the finger-licking scene was HOT.)] and the conflict is spot on. I had to remind myself at least once while reading that the story is set in pre-colonial Nigeria and not the 21st century. Even reading it through I was dreading the scene where Adaku's brother comes to get her because I know what happens. "Noooooooooo! Backsies! She didn't mean it, Nnamdi. Everything's cool. Everything's cool."”

I just smile every time I read that comment. Kristie, you’re a star!

I’m sure you’re all wondering what happened in that ‘finger-licking’ scene. Well, since we’re celebrating today, I thought I’d share a snippet from the scene with you as part of my Weekend Dirty Dozen post. If you want to read the book blurb, click here.

HIS TREASURE excerpt:

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“My husband, you know the new yam festival fast approaches,” Adaku spoke as Obinna ate his dinner. They were in the main chamber of the house, the sleeping rooms led off directly from it. Seated opposite him at the table, she felt a little apprehensive about the topic she wanted to discuss with him and shifted nervously in her chair.

Obinna looked up at her, his eyes fringed by long dark lashes, a black expressionless pool that always unnerved her. As she couldn’t read his mood, gauging how to tell him what she wanted to say was difficult.

“Yes, say what’s on your mind Adaku,” he said in his usual deep voice as he licked his long fingers.

Something stirred low within her belly. Her eyes hungrily followed his action. She got distracted. For a brief moment she wished it was her fingers he was licking.

“That could be arranged.”

Adaku looked up sharply. Obinna’s brow was lifted with amusement. She realized she must have spoken her thought out loud. Embarrassment and heat washed over her skin as he took hold of her hand in his large one.

Somewhere within her mind something shifted. An awareness of Obinna at a primal level registered in her rapidly hazing brain.

The air suddenly felt warmer. Her skin prickled. He took each finger into his warm mouth in turn, twirling his moist tongue around each. Sensation flooded her body and she forgot everything else she wanted to say. All she could feel was the stroke of his tongue on her fingers as he sucked and lapped each one.

His touch scorched her straight to her soul.

She gasped and his eyes came up, locking onto her and pinning her to the spot. His eyes were filled with a desire she couldn’t explain. His tongue moved down her skin searing a path to the spot at the center of her palm before licking it. Then he released her hand and she realized she was trembling.

It left her with a need pulsating in her core. Confused too. All he’d done was lick her fingers. Yet it seemed to turn her into a trembling mass, yearning for more of his touch. Prince Emeka’s touch had never elicited such a response from her and she’d thought he was her life mate.

“What was it you wanted to ask me or have I already fulfilled it?”

Obinna was still watching her intensely. His voice had a husky tinge that rumbled through her. She took a while to catch her breath before she could speak. Willing her heart rate to return to normal, she stared at her hand still tingling from his touch.

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Now you want to read the rest, don’t you? You can buy your copy via Breathless Press at $1.99. It is also now available to buy on Amazon.

Oh, I'm also over at The Book Bordello  today talking about Jason Statham, Justified and Zorro among other things. Stop by and read it.

If you enjoyed this snippet, stop by and read the other Weekend Dirty Dozen posts too. Have a fantastic weekend, y'all.