One of the people I had the privilege to speak with for the purpose of the Love Drops collection is a little girl who I imagine ardent readers of this blog would know quite well. Let me recreate the scenario of said interview:
I walk into her room and find her sitting beside her bed, legs folded into each other in a yoga pose. She’s wielding a crayon much like I would a pen, and she’s scanning two books placed side by side in front of her. She looks up as I enter, and then rises.
“Good afternoon,” she replies primly, curtseying. Mother says you have some questions you want to ask me.”
I nod, feeling one kind. The child has a way of unsettling me. “Indeed. I would just like to ask you what you think about love – how would you define love?”
She resumes her former position and picks up the crayon – and then looks at the open pages. I have a moment wondering whether to repeat myself or to just wait – and then she suddenly starts to speak.
Isn’t she interesting? What do you think?
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Honestly, I’m one of those guys who thinks romance novels are ‘one kind’. Read why here.
But I won’t lie; I have read some romance novels that make me go ‘hmmm’. And me going ‘hmmm’ is a matter of national concern. Hehehehehe.
Reality is; no matter how much you think you know about ‘love’, there’s always something about it you cannot talk about till you’ve seen it through other eyes. Do y’all agree?
Allow me introduce you to my big sister, Lara Daniels; African Romance Suspense Storyteller, nurse, mother, wife, sister, mentor, inspiration, supporter, champion….need I say more?
You’ll get to read an excerpt from her latest novel; ‘Lessons In Love’ below – but before we get there, allow me whet your appetite with this short thriller from Lara: The Traveler.
How did that feel?
And now – without further ado, here’s an excerpt from Lessons In Love!
Lessons In Love (An excerpt)
Lara Daniels, African Romance Suspense Storyteller
We’re now in his kitchen. He lets go of my hand. I doubt if any cooking ever takes place here. It’s so clean. So new. So contemporary. It ought to be in a museum. I lean against the granite countertop while he strides across to the very modern stainless steel fridge – I’ve not seen the likes of this before; in magazines, maybe. From where I stand I see the refrigerator is well stocked – all kinds of flavored drinks and a wide variety of assorted snacks. He mechanically procures a coke and tonic water from the fridge, empties it into two tall glasses which he has retrieved from the cabinet above the fridge. Then he reaches over to the wine cellar and brings out a bottle. He twists off the cap and shortly pours it into the glasses. He carries both cups and turns to face me. His eyes glow with something I can’t decipher.
“Here,” he says, handing me one of the drinks. He is close enough for me to smell his crisp, mesmerizing scent, and frankly, it disconcerts me.
I eye him doubtfully. Truth be told, I’m nervous. I’ve told this man I want him to sleep with me and he hasn’t given me a reply.
He takes a long swig of his drink, then places it on the counter top and gives me a quizzical stare. “Are you okay?”
I shrug, trying hard to tamper down this mortification that’s washing over me in waves. “You’ve not said anything Jimi,” I say.
His eyes burn into mine. “Tara, cut me some slack. You’ve stomped me with a request that’s a little disturbing…something out of character for you. A man needs a drink.”
Disturbing? What’s all this self-righteous talk? “But you were so willing to say yes yesterday,” I say bravely. “You didn’t need a drink then.”
“Tara, yesterday…I was speaking without thinking, something I rarely do. You were upset and defensive. I don’t know, I lost it. ” He stops and grimaces. “When I said sex mechanics yesterday, you do know I wasn’t asking you to sleep with me, right?”
I nod. “I do.” In hindsight, I realize it was one of those awkward situations I get myself into where the conversation spirals out of control.
“Look, I don’t know how long you’ve had sex but the way you wrote about sex in Tomorrow and Lagos Blues, it’s just … implausible. For two people who supposedly love each other, there was no tenderness there.”
I roll my eyes. We’ve been here already. He has made me listen to the comments of other readers. Why are we rehashing how bad of a writer I am when it comes to love scenes?
“So when I said sex mechanics,” he continues, “I meant…” he rubs his hand on his head, struggling to find his words. “Crap,” he spits out. “I don’t know what I meant. Tara look, you are the writer. Do what you need to do to get your material. Just make sure it’s good material.”
I frown, shaking my head. “But Jimi, I’m doing what I need to do to get good material.”
He gives me a blank stare like he has no clue about what I’m saying.
“I’ve never really been in love before.” Well, until now. “I’ve also never had sex before and I’m asking for your help, and you haven’t given me a reply.”
“What?” He whispers. I think he’s about to implode. “What do you mean you’ve never had sex before?”
I ignore his shocked expression and trudge on. I am a desperate woman on a desperate mission and I’ve got to air my piece, now that I still have the courage to say it.
“Look Jimi, all I know is that yesterday you were so willing. Today, you’re…..I feel like you’re trying to let me down nicely. I’m no charity case. If you don’t want me, tell me and I’ll go ask someone else to do me the favor.”
I sense his menace before he voices it. “Over my dead body,” he says, and before I can take my next breath, he pounces on me.
About Lessons In Love
Fourteen months ago, Tara Olu-Browne quit her well paying job to follow her heart: Become a full time romance writer. Her decision is paying off, until she agrees to write for Black Desire, a new romance publisher set to turn out books that will appeal to a West African audience. Black Desire is headed by business mogul, Jimi Akintaylor and while he says he enjoys Tara’s previous works, he is critical of her current manuscript calling the love scenes improbable. Tara is left with two choices: quit writing for Black Desire or suck up her pride and request pointers from Jimi on how she can improve on the love scenes. She chooses the latter, and realizes too late that she just signed up for some very practical lessons in love.
About Lara Daniels
Lara Daniels is a Registered Nurse by day and an avid romance author at nights. Born and raised in Nigeria, Lara penned her first fiction at the age of nine. She continued her love for writing all through Secondary school, then to college, from where she relocated to the United States. In July 2009, she published her first novel, Love in Paradise and in 2010, she published the sequel, Love at Dawn – which charted on iTunes UK top 100 Romance novels. When she is not writing, Lara enjoys spending quality time with her family – a husband and three children. She currently makes her home in Texas. For more about Lara Daniels, catch up with her on her blog at http://www.laradanielswrites.com or on twitter @LDparables
And there you have it! Go grab your copy now o! Now o! Don’t make me send a particular Cereal Killer at you o!!!!!
You Have Been
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Good morning, Scribes and Friends!
The Creatweet Contest was fun – real mad fun as y’all know. Even as we’re gearing up for the second installment, we bring to you the guys who won the first one!
First under the slide is Roland Ndu Akpe…the guy who also walked away with the book – The Yellow World.
Read and enjoy his interview questions below:
- Who wrote the last book you read? Why did you read it?
I have not been reading any one book in particular of recent. Just at different spots in a literary journal and a few other books. Saraba Magazine’s Africa Issue; started Jose Saramago’s Seeing about a week back; ‘Lacan and Science’, a collection of essays on Jacques Lacan, edited by Jason Glynos and Yannis Stavrakakis a few days ago in traffic and Tade Ipadeola’s The Sahara Testament.
And I read, and read them, because I can’t not read. To know is a need, a craving I will be dead to ignore.
- What sort of girl do you think you would make?
I have never given it any thought. I would be an entirely different person with oestrogen and progesterone coursing through my bloodstream, I am sure.
- Sleeping. Eating. Watching movies. And shopping. Which would you like to be paid to do?
Eating, definitely. And, maybe, shopping for footwear.
- Which Nigerian artist do you think Beethoven would have liked to work with?
Off the cuff, Asa comes to mind.
- If you were to direct a Nollywood movie, which actor and which actress would be your ‘must haves’?
Muyiwa Ademola, before he got fat, and Stella Damasus.
- In four short lines, share your thoughts on the book you were given – The Yellow World.
The book with its hardcover shows quality packaging.
The cover with the yellow sphere coincides with the title.
The author looks very much like the lead actor in the Indian movie ‘Three Idiots’.
The first three sentences are because I haven’t read it as at this moment.
Real Name: Nduka Roland Akpe.
Writes as Rolands Ndu Akpe.
He tweets as: @Bloody_Voyeur
Join us tomorrow for the next winner!!
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