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#GoodReadFriday: Hope & My Fiction Ep.3

Happy Friday!

We made it to the end of another week and it’s time for another episode of Hope & My Fiction.

Today I have the pleasure of introducing you to the Dikes. Amara & Ejike Dike are the first married couple I wrote about and boy let me tell you, they are my award winning couple and reader favorite. Their story however almost didn’t get written. You see I almost listened to the surveys and veteran writer opinions advice that said “married couple books” don’t really sell as romance. Being a new writer then I almost took that advice but I’m so glad I didn’t. If you are a new writer out there reading this, my advice to you is to research your market but be faithful to your convictions and God and write what is in your heart to write.

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The Dikes were the loving, Christian couple who had everything, except the one thing they desired. As they held on to hope believing that God wold come through for them, they are met with a bombshell that would rock the very foundation if their existence. At a point everything around Amara looked hopeless. Ejike wallowed in despair as his marriage slowly slipped out of his fingers. Just when they thought it was all over,the Lord Almighty intervened in ways only He can.

When You Let Go is available in Print & Ebook on all major platforms.





In case You Haven’t Heard

Hey there!

My seventh book is now available!!

I know you’ve probably heard but the blog title is catchy right? Well I thought so. Okay so back to the topic at hand. On Friday Oct 21, The Final Ultimatum  went live!! As you know, it is the stand alone sequel to The Christmas Ultimatum .I always stress the stand alone part because at no time during the writing of the Christmas book, did I ever think I was going to write a sequel. I had no intention of bringing Olanma and Abayomi back. However, the readers wanted it and 4 books later, here we are.

Well they are back and I had so much fun hanging out with them again. Every piece of writing takes me on a journey and this was no different. It came at a point where this topic was not really what I wanted to talk about. However it’s never about me. I hope you enjoy the return of the RICES.



For the second time in Olanma Obinze-Rice’s life love hasn’t been good to her. Five years ago, a repossessed car and the looming threat of eviction, left Olanma Obinze-Rice in dire need of cash. Then out of the blue, she landed an interview of a lifetime that would solve all her problems. But she had to go through former bad boy and heir of Rice Holdings, Abayomi Rice. One ultimatum, a whirlwind romance and a life scare later, Olanma and Abayomi were married.
Now all Olanma wants is to be free. Free from her rocky marriage, manipulative husband and overbearing father. If everything goes according to plan, she’ll be divorced and free from her father’s clutches by her thirtieth birthday. All she has to do is wrap up one last business deal. Once he gets divorce papers, Abayomi Rice knows his wife has called his bluff. He didn’t mean to manipulate her but her broken promises and inability to stand up to her father tore them apart.
Despite their present state, the finality of a divorce is not an option. He wants his wife back. With his sister’s wedding coming up, he sets his plan in motion and issues one final ultimatum- pretend to be a happy couple one last time. Their farce leads to unexpected healing of their hearts, but then life throws another wrench in the plan. An ultimatum brought them together will this final one tear them apart?

Click here to get reacquainted  or meet the Rices.




Hot Off The Press: Secret Places by Vivian Kay


Hi there! It’s the weekend so you know what time it is…time to kick back with a good book. Today I introduce you to debut author Vivian Kay’s book Secret Places. I’ve read it and you’re in for a treat. Everything done in the secret always comes out into the light…In this book you think you know but have no idea

Title of Book: Secret Places
Author: Vivian Kay
Genre: Christian Fiction
Back cover blurb:
After many years of happiness, Moni Badmus’s marriage is falling apart. Unwilling to lose her only child, a self-proclaimed daddy’s girl, to her husband in a custody settlement she goes along with his suggestion of an unconventional marriage intervention. Will Moni’s fear of losing what she holds dear take her to dark places she never imagined she would go? Sam Badmus has lost his thirst for the things of God. For a while, his extramarital activities seemed to be a cure for his unsatisfying home life. But soon his risky behavior exacts a steep price and Sam has to turn to the God he left behind to save his family and maybe even his life. Debo Ajala and his wife Adele are living the golden life or so it seems. Debo is a respected church deacon and Adele, a mother to their four adorable sons. Their lives couldn’t be better, that is until Adele’s feelings for another member of their church surface. Adele’s confession unleashes a series of events that Debo never expected. He escapes his troubled life by accepting a pastoral position in a city on the other side of Canada, but soon his twisted past catches up with him. In this emotionally charged tale of sacrifice, temptation, and redemption, two couples learn sin has consequences and there is no place they can hide from the presence of God.

Moni watched as Shekinah hurried across the yard and went in through the back door.
“Come, let us talk,” Mummy said as she pulled her toward the patio set. They sat.
“Did Shekinah say anything about the school incident?” Moni asked.
Mummy shook her head. “No. When I asked, she wouldn’t stop crying.”
Moni hissed in frustration. How convenient.
“There’s something disturbing your daughter.” Mummy had a thoughtful look.
“Shekinah told me you don’t love her.”
“If tolerating her misbehavior would be a sign of my undying love, then, I guess I don’t.”
“Calm down. Moni, you’re the adult. I know it’s not true and I told Shekinah so. You have to be patient.”
The pain in Moni’s head made her grit her teeth. “Mummy, the time for patience is over. If Shekinah does not get her act together, the school is going to send her to a program for bad children.” The tears she’d been fighting since she received Mr. Scott’s call spilled over. “What am I doing wrong?”
“My dear, stop crying.” Mummy’s tone soothed her. “You know what your father says in times like these.”
She clenched her jaw. “Yeah, my tears are a waste since God is not moved by them. It is my unwavering faith which matters. It’s easy for him to say. He’s a pastor.”
Mummy gave her a chiding look. “What your daddy was trying to tell you is that
wallowing in self-pity will not help. Of course, God cares about our emotions. He gave them to us.”
She reached across the glass table and linked their hands. “Moni, when the enemy of our soul is prancing and roaring, it is not the time to grovel before its paws. It’s the time for us to raise our voices in prayer.”
Moni closed her eyes. She had prayed nonstop for months. She had even fasted a couple of times. Yet, nothing had changed. She couldn’t tell Mummy she was at the stage when she doubted a change was on the way.
On their way home, Shekinah sat in the back of the car with her sweater hood pulled over her head. Exhausted, Moni didn’t say a word to her. As soon as she unlocked the door to the house, Shekinah ran up the stairs.
Not so fast, missy. She caught up with Shekinah in front of her bedroom door. “You don’t get to escape me. We still need to talk about the incident at school.”
Sighing, Shekinah dropped her duffel bag on the carpet. “Mom, I’m really tired. Can we do the talking thing tomorrow morning? Please.”
“Not going to work for me. This needs to be settled now.” Moni folded her arms. “Shekinah Ogooluwa Badmus, why did you stand there watching as your friends bullied a helpless girl?”
Eyes averted, Shekinah shrugged. “I just did.”
Moni couldn’t believe her ears. “You just did? Shekinah, why are you so angry?”
“I’m surprised you don’t know.” She lifted her chin. “Well, Mom, it’s because we are all angry people in this house. You think ‘cause I’m in my room, I can’t hear you and Dad saying all kinds of mean things to each other?” She laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. “Some days, wearing ear plugs doesn’t even help.”
The words made Moni shrink under a dark cloud of shame. She held out a hand. “Sweetie…”
“And if you really want to know why I stood there, I’ll tell you. It’s because if I hadn’t gone along, it would have been my head in the toilet bowl.” Shekinah threw up her hands. “I have to protect myself.”
What had happened to her child? “Please, let us help you,” she begged. “Tell me what they did to you.”
Shekinah looked directly at her. She was taken aback by how tired and old Shekinah’s eyes looked. They weren’t the eyes of a teenager.
“There’s nothing you can do.” Shekinah stepped away from her. “I think you and Dad should help yourselves first.” Shekinah’s tone was soft…intended to be respectful enough to not lend itself to more punishment, but Moni wasn’t fooled. She felt temper in the way her daughter closed the door and worse than the temper, Moni felt Shekinah’s pain.
Moni’s hand hovered above the door knob. The child was right. She had no response to her words. Defeated, she turned away and took slow steps toward her bedroom.

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Author Bio
Vivian Kay is a debut Christian author whose faith stories are woven around the themes of imperfection, divine encounters and redemption. When she is not writing or daydreaming about writing, you’ll find her playing simultaneous games of online scrabble or snuggling up with a good book. A wife and mother, Vivian lives in a quiet corner of Canada’s banana belt.
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Wednesday Author Spotlight~ Ola Nubi

It’s hump day! And you know what that means. Another spotlight of a fabulous author.

Ola Nubi lives and works in London and has an MA in Creative writing and Imaginative Practice in 2009. In 2008 her short story The Pink House, won first prize in the National words of colour competition and another short story of hers The Go- slow Journey, won the first prize in the fiction category for Wasafiri’s New writing prize 2009. Some of her short stories feature on the African writing.com website, StoryTime and naijastories.com. She also has short stories in the Naijastories and African Roar recent anthologies.

Enjoy an excerpt from one of her short stories below

A Mothers Dilemma

Patience banged the phoned down and clicked her tongue in disgust.

A curse on all of their houses…

Didn’t they have anything better to do but ask questions about her children?  Let everyone go and sort their own family’s lives before they started sharpening their teeth on her children.

Nonsense.  Was it her fault that her eldest daughter was still single at 37; a time at which she her mother, Patience Folasade Adejumo had finished childbearing?  Was it because she hadn’t trained her how to be a good wife and mother?  Was it because she lacked home training, wasn’t beautiful or educated or had breeding? Was it because she the Mother had not prayed or fasted or wept enough for God to remove this cup of suffering and shame away from her?

No – this must be because God was testing her as he tested Job to see if she could hold on.  No one understands the suffering of a mother when it came to things like this.  They thought she would buckle under the strain but no; she Patience Folasade Adejumo was not the child of her father for nothing.  She was a strong woman and she would survive.

Her enemies would not rejoice over her in this world.  Yes – even the ones in her husband’s family. In the presence of her enemies she would spread her table and laugh and dance on their heads on that glorious day of her eldest daughter’s nuptials.  It will be so Oh God.

Please let it be soon.

This shame is too much.

But she would rejoice.  She would show them.

She tied her wrapper and did a little dance of praise before her God and shook her head.

They were not serious.  It was her enemies’ children that would not marry and have children.  It was her enemies that would not become grandmothers in this world.  It was her enemies that people would look at in pity on the street.

Let them laugh now.  He who laughs last sha…..

She picked up the phone. “Peter get the car and come and take me to Church.  I want to be home before Oga gets back from work. I need to pray.”

As she waited for her driver to come she thought of her husband of almost forty years. Gideon was a good man but she seemed not to take this matter seriously.  It was not his fault.  What is that saying again? A good child is for the father but a bad child is for the mother.  Not that Lola was a bad child.  No God forbid.  She was a good daughter but this long-standing problem of singleness was earmarking her, the Mother out for ridicule and pity in the family.

Her first and only daughter was approaching forty without a husband or child to call her own and her two boys were happily content to live the lives of merry bachelors.  A Father can talk about Gods time because he was the Father.  She was the Mother and it was Her Problem.

olaOla is currently working on a collection of short stories and has a romance novel due for publication with Ankara Press in Abuja; which is an imprint of Cassava Republic She also writes inspirational romance and poetry.

More of her work can be found on her website  http://easytowrite.wordpress.com

Her author page on Facebook – Olawritesfiction. Twitter – createandwrite