Just when he’d begun thinking of pummeling down the door, she opened it. Sturdy man that he was, he dropped to his knees in adoration. He was hard all over, and the urge to mate with the woman who had started his current lunacy burned in him. His ache for her only intensified when he heard her laugh -tender, feminine laughter that made him wish for the brackish air of Lagos beaches, with the wind blowing over his smooth hairless scalp as he laid her on the sandy shore and possessed her for himself till day break. She closed the bathroom door swiftly and he could hear her giggles floating through the wooden door to where he stood. She was nimble, too fast for his powerful body her agility reminding him of the Sultan of Sokoto’s well bred horses. She playfully leapt off the bed, and he pursued. She ignored his question and turned to lay on her side.Įddy shrugged off his robe and proceeded to hold her lithe frame in his arms. “I can’t tell you,” she said in her native Hausa.Ī knowing smile curled his usually grim lips. She shrugged and smiled mysteriously, causing his curiosity to swell even more. The honeyed scent she wore was enough to cause such blissful imagination. He believed he had died and gone to heaven.
After receiving lots of positive feedback from several reviewers on the Youwriteon site and also from the remarkable ladies of Romance Writers of West Africa, I thought I’d share with you the opening chapter of my latest completed work, The Officer’s bride.
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