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When You Let Go~An Excerpt

When You Let Go cover3This was working out better than I thought. Amara had been gone for a little over half an hour. She had tried calling Ejike before she left but couldn’t get to him. Chinelo smiled because that meant Ejike had no idea that he’d be coming home to her.

As soon as Amara left the house, Chinelo took a quick shower and put on her blue jean mini skirt and a sheer white blouse. Despite the black tank top underneath, it still had the effect she was going for.

Moments later, she could hear the garage door opening. That must be Ejike. Amara couldn’t have made it back so soon.

Chinelo put her hand on her blouse and adjusted the twins on her chest. Even if God hadn’t done anything else, He had endowed her with a good cup size and a figure she could always count on. She hiked up her skirt a little and sat on the sofa.

“Showtime, phase one,” Chinelo whispered under her breath.

The adjoining door to the garage opened. Chinelo snickered when Ejike stopped dead in his tracks. He blinked a few times, then regained his composure. She felt the emotion in his eyes as he made a quick sweep of her body. Scorn. Discomfort. But she noticed that didn’t stop him from staring at her legs a second longer. That was what Chinelo had counted on—she knew he was a leg man. She remembered it was Amara’s legs he salivated over first. It was nice to know that being a church man hadn’t affected his sight. Chinelo did a sweep of her own. Now that Amara wasn’t home, there was no need to steal glances like she had done at lunch the other day. Ejike Dike was still the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His neatly cut hair and lean but toned frame could be lethal on any sane woman’s hormones. His dark eyes always seemed to have the ability to see right through someone. Chinelo also noticed his style hadn’t been affected by the years either. He had on dark blue khakis and a Tommy Hilfiger, multi-colored T-shirt that hugged his muscles like it was made especially for him. Chinelo stood up and reached out to grab his portfolio and the bottle of wine he brought home.

“Where is Amara?” Ejike walked past her and scanned the room with his eyes.

Chinelo felt her blood rise. He just walked by her as though she didn’t exist. She couldn’t lose her head though. She was on a mission. This man hasn’t seen anything yet.

“Well, hello to you, too,” Chinelo said.

“Hi, where is Amara?”

“You trust your wife now. She’s always trying to rescue people. She had to run out for a bit to meet with a client.” Chinelo made an attempt to reach for his portfolio again. This time he let her have it. She walked to the staircase and set it down at the foot of the stairs. She would have taken it into the study, but this time they had was valuable before his goody two shoes wife returned.  She was not about to leave him alone. Every moment was precious.

copyright 2014 Unoma Nwankwor

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Why Christian Fiction?

black-woman-writing-pfSometime last year, when I first decided to use the talent that God had given me to be a Christian fiction author, someone on twitter asked me, “Christian fiction? I never knew something like that existed.” We went back and forth for the next several minutes on how the name is an oxymoron. And what was fictitious about being a Christian. My normal answer is Jesus taught in parables so wala..there you have it. At that time it felt like just enough.

Fast forward to today. With two small kids and a full time job, it’s not always possible to read my bible every day. So I kinda cheat…I listen to it on my way to work. You know the cool app You Version…yeah those folks. I just put my plugs in and listen. I need that every morning to be able to face the world ahead of me. To carry on for the day, it builds my faith and resistance to things that can easily knock me down. The bible does say that faith comes by hearing , and hearing from the word of God Romans 10:17.

So I’m listening to Mathew,  in chapter 13:10 the disciples ask Jesus why He teaches in parables( fiction)  He replied, “You’ve been given insight into God’s kingdom. You know how it works. Not everybody has this gift, this insight; it hasn’t been given to them. Whenever someone has a ready heart for this, the insights and understandings flow freely. But if there is no readiness, any trace of receptivity soon disappears. That’s why I tell stories: to create readiness, to nudge the people toward receptive insight. In their present state they can stare till doomsday and not see it, listen till they’re blue in the face and not get it

That’s it!! It’s not just enough to say I write Christian fiction,  He has given me the gift to tell stories, and I know of His salvation; of the good news of the gospel so it’s my responsibility to share it with those who don’t know or need reminding. That’s why making sure He is speaking through me is important.

As I embark on my third novel…(shameless plug…hope you have read the previous two, if you haven’t you can get them here) I am becoming more desperate to tell the story that God placed in my heart. To say what He wants me to say. Not just a story for the fun of it but being able to pass a message. So every day that would be my prayer “Lord please place a story in my heart and let me write it the way You want me to write it so it can minister to who you intend it for”  Those who have read my books, know Im not preachy, I do entertain, but the message here is kinda deeper.

I believe An Unexpected Blessing and The Christmas Ultimatum were God-given stories but with this book it is different. It’s not romance but women’s fiction. I am constantly stopping and asking God, “Is this where you want me to go with this?”

Right now it is titled Amarachi~ The Grace of God. Scheduled for Spring 2014

And I will share a lot more as I go through the process.Wanted to share some of what’s on my writing playlist…you can follow me on Spotify