Synopsis:
Two different paths. One love they never saw coming.
Premier League star Kamal Danjuma is used to headlines, but after a string of bad decisions and lingering health concerns, he’s determined to rewrite the narrative. Returning to the U.K. is supposed to be his comeback—but an unexpected injury shakes more than his body. It cracks the emotional armor he’s worn for years.
Ebele Ashiedu has been through her own storm. A long detour, a bruised reputation, and a father’s absence nearly shattered her self-worth. But by God’s grace, she’s back on track—laser-focused on graduating, helping her mom, and never letting anyone steal her peace again.
One accidental meeting leads to a bond neither expected.
But healing doesn’t come without exposure.
And love doesn’t come without risk.
📖 Mended with Love is a heartfelt Black Christian sports romance about: 🏟️ A beloved athlete seeking redemption. 🎓 A fearless heroine choosing herself. 💔 Abandonment, faith, and healing. 💒 Second chances, spiritual growth, and soul-deep love
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Kamal stayed rooted in place. The mystery that was Ebele had just become more intriguing as Tega’s words replayed in his mind. “The reason goes deeper than that’s how she is. It’s personal.”
“A kobo for your thoughts?”
Kamal was so deep in thought that he hadn’t noticed Ebele entered the kitchen. “Dang E, just a kobo?” Kobo was the Nigerian equivalent of a penny. With the exchange rate, it was much less. She walked up to him and took the seat Tega previously occupied.
“Well, a kobo and a half I guess,” she said.
“How about I take you to breakfast tomorrow, so you can see my thoughts are worth much more than that.”
“I know they are. I was just teasing.”
“I wasn’t, so will you allow me feed you?’ His eyes pleaded for her not to turn him down.
“Don’t soccer players like train or something on the weekends?”
“Yeah, we like train or something, but we still have to eat. Tomorrow we have half a day, so we’ll be done by 9:30.”
“I really do have a lot of school work to –”
“But you still have to eat. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to blow me off.” He turned his lips up in a pout. His pout normally got him what he wanted. It was a stretch, but he might as well try it on her.
Ebele frowned up at him shaking her head. Her eyes danced with laughter. “Don’t do that. It’s not cute, but okay.”
He stood and rubbed his hands together. “Cute or not, it worked. End game baby, end game.” At the mention of the term of endearment, their eyes held for a long moment. He cleared his throat to get rid of the awkwardness. He never wanted her to feel uncomfortable. “Come walk me out.”
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