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Happy Pub Day to Me: He Changed My Name is Available

Dear readers,

I’m happy to announce that my novella HE CHANGED MY NAME is now available! This story is special to me for so many reasons. Chief among those reasons is that it is the first Unlikely Connection I’ve written. You see I italicized that right?…Just thinking, this might be the beginning of a new series. I’ll let you determine that.

Another reason I’m excited is that you get to catch up on the characters of An Unexpected Blessing, Alex, Feranmi & the gang. I had fun bringing them back.

Pastor Mensah Afortey and Ayanti “Yanni” Effiong couldn’t be more different. He is a pastor and she is an embattled pop star. Will they be able to reach happily ever after? Although it is loosely based around Valentine’s Day, the true story here is one of hope, redemption and restoration.

The blurb and an excerpt as well as the buy links are below. I know you have been waiting for this story. Thank you for being patient with me.

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About the Book: Eager to escape the hypocrisy of the church and build her singing career, pop sensation, Ayanti “Yanni” Effiong enters and wins The Next World Star. Apart from fulfilling her dream, her move to America offers the perfect opportunity to help young female immigrants. A cause she pursues with a passion until fame takes over. Fifteen years later, broke, dumped and fresh out of jail, she begins to regret the lifestyle and name she created for herself.
Mensah Afortey is on the brink of losing the church he put his heart and soul into for the past seven years. This years’ Valentine Day gala is his last attempt to raise money for the church. Everything is set but they need a big name to pull in donations. Just as he is about to give up, in walks “Yanni.” When he agreed for Ayanti to serve community service under his church he didn’t know she was the same person as the embattled star.
While she pays her debt to society, the last thing she wants to do is perform on a day that left a bitter taste in her mouth. But there is no denying the instant attraction between them. Before he wins her heart, Mensah must win her soul. Over time and in fellowship with the church, Ayanti comes to realize that despite what man calls her, God has the ability to change her name.

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Excerpt:

The shrill ring of her phone brought her back to the present. She sat up against the headboard. Her heartbeat accelerated as she answered the phone. It was Debby.
“Please give me good news.”
“Hey, chica,” Debby responded. “I hope you’re doing better.”
Earlier, Ayanti had a breakdown. She had screamed and bawled her eyes out, wishing she was back in Calabar, the capital city of her home, Cross Rivers in Nigeria. It seemed like a lifetime ago she won that competition and left the country.
“Yes, I’m fine, but tell me I can be better.”
“Okay, here’s the deal. Charity for Homes had filled up with court ordered volunteers until next month…”
“I can’t wait that long!”
“Lemme finish, girlie. We were able to get you to volunteer with them not as an individual, but under a church group.”
“A church!” Ayanti wiped her hands across her face. She hadn’t been in one of those in years. Did Debby have any idea the kind of judgment that went on in that place? She’d take her chances with the mean police officer until next month.
“Hear me out. The church volunteers with Homes for Charity as a non-sponsor group. You can be part of those volunteers and when they are not volunteering, you can still make up some hours by working in the church. That way, you can get this thing over with faster. Now tell me that doesn’t beat picking up trash in the streets,” Debby finished.
“But those people would have known what I did. Why I’m there…”
“And? Which one of them there hasn’t done anything bad?” Debby asked. “Girl, think about it. Besides, you have nothing else to lose at this point.”
“I guess you’re right.” Ayanti contemplated the whole arrangement.
“Of course I am.” A beat of silence passed between them. “Now get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow. Think about it and let me know what you want to do. You have until the end of the week.”
“What’s the name of the church?”
“Ummm…hold on.” The shuffling noise of paper could be heard in the background. “It’s called Calvary Is the Way. It’s on Auburn.”
Ayanti remained silent for a few minutes. After a while they disconnected. Ayanti switched off the television and turned to her side. Calvary Is the Way? She rolled her eyes. These new age churches and their names. What ever happened to churches with sensible names? Like Mount something…
© 2016 Unoma Nwankwor

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Happy reading and I appreciate your support. Please share, share, share. ….

Blessings

Unoma

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Teaser Tuesday~ Anchored By Love (Sons Of Ishmael Series Bk 2)

Hey there! In about 3 weeks Anchored By Love would be released. It’s currently available for pre order. I really really love Damisi and Jabir’s story and I trust you would too.

Enjoy a little teaser and don’t forget to pre order your copy. Currently, Book one, A Scoop of Love and this book are on sale. They’ll go back to regular price 12/3.

“So I guess you’re my knight in shining armor coming to rescue the damsel in distress…” The tone of her voice was not lost on him. There was an edge in it he didn’t like. She continued, “How many of us have there been ove

Synopsis:

When Jabir Danjuma met Damisi Odinga years ago, it wasn’t necessarily love at first sight. However, their attraction can’t be denied. Just as he begins to feel the forbidden emotion, Damisi breaks up with him and moves half way across the world.
Now, Damisi has a request that only Jabir could fulfill. Their encounter sets off a series of events that leave them both with fresh pain and hurt. They vow never to see each other again, but fate has a different idea. Will they stick it out long enough for the Potter to perfect their scars and pain for His purpose or will distance and time steal the day.

Pre order here

Blessing

Unoma

Status Change

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Risi was sure she had died and gone to heaven. The opulence of the Sangani palace was nothing short of spectacular. Even the toilet seat cover was made with gold. She secured the sash to her fluffy white robe and stepped onto the balcony. The private suite she now called home overlooked the Moroccan mountains.

“My lady, breakfast is served,” one of her female servants said.

Risi walked over to the corner where the spread was laid out. Her brown eyes brightened at the variety exhibited before her. Her voluminous hips didn’t need the extra calories but her stomach begged to differ. The aroma of the khobz Moroccan bread tickled her nostrils. She tore a piece and dipped it in the olive oil. She closed her eyes while her taste buds danced with joy.

She lowered herself into the chair and watched as another servant proceeded to fix her plate. He poured her some Moroccan tea made with sage she had come to love and laced her plate with khili and eggs, sausages and potatoes

“Thank you,” Risi said.

Left alone, Risi bowed her head to say grace. With the way things were working out, she resolved never to miss a single opportunity to pray. She was a witness, it worked. She sipped on her tea when up the side stairs, the object of her affection appeared—Zabor Kaheem II. Risi’s breath caught as a wide smile made her dimples sink in.

The early morning sun brought out the rich milk chocolate color of his skin. Even in the distance his sexiness mesmerized her. His six feet four frame complimented hers. There was something she found thrilling about having to stand at the tip of her toes when he kissed her. His white linen trousers and an expensive looking pink shirt swayed to the effect of the wind coming from the ocean beneath. His shoulder length, black, wavy hair—which was a tell-tale sign of his mixed blood—shaped his perfectly chiseled face. He was a pretty man. An adjective he hated.

“Aha my love you are awake,” Zabor said in his deep baritone voice. His dark green eyes fixed on her.

“Yes, my prince.” Risi lowered her eyes.

She and Zabor had met in South Africa a month ago. Her telecommunication job sent her on a three day conference which happened to be hosted by one of Zabor’s numerous companies. It was love at first sight. After the conference, he took her on a whirlwind romantic getaway. His private jet was their preferred mode of transportation as they visited the most exotic locations in the world. The lovebirds spent two days in Maui, Tahiti, Bora Bora, and finally Paris where proposed to her.

Risi couldn’t wait for the day to break in Nigeria when she called Mr. Moluko. He owned the chemist near her parent’s home and often let them use his cell phone since they didn’t have one of their own. Her parents listened attentively to her news. Once they heard the words “marriage”, “prince” and “rich” and her mother broke out into a worship song. She was sure they didn’t hear anything else.

Then out of the blue her mother began chanting. “Our status don change o. Who is it again that said my thirty year old daughter no go marry? My enemies have failed. Ha my God is good.”

Risi and Zabor were on their way to Ogbode, her hometown to perform the traditional marriage rights when he got a call from his father—the king. They had to tie up some unfinished business with another merger. Things took an unexpected turn causing them to stay in Morocco longer than expected. Since they won’t be going to Nigeria soon they decided to get married.

“Have I told you today how much I love you?” He lowered his head as his lips sought hers.

She closed her eyes, swallowed her response and mentally prepared for the earth shattering onslaught to come.

“Risi, Risi,Risi.” The voice of her best friend, Mgbeke transported her back to the reality. “Which kain yeye sleep you dey sleep?”

Risi slowly opened her eyes and looked around.  She frowned as she noticed people sitting like pools of misery fenced in by elbows and shopping bags. The stench of the bus filled her nostrils; she coughed and wiped the edges of her mouth. She placed her book mark in her latest romantic read.

“We’re there,”Mgbeke said.

It was Tuesday. Every week for an hour they meet in the church for the “Operation Find Your Rib Singles Meeting.” Risi peered out the window as the bus came to a halt. The line was longer than usual, ladies of different shapes and sizes expecting their miracle. This was her third year of membership and hopefully her last. Today when it was her turn to recite the qualities she wanted in a husband, it would be those of the man that dared invade her dreams.

© Unoma Nwankwor 2014

Photocredit  blog.paradizo.com 

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Born At Dawn by Nigeria Lockley


BORN-AT-DAWN-FRONTBorn at Dawn
by Nigeria Lockley

Publisher: Urban Christian

Release Date: October 1, 2014 (Available for Pre-order now)

 

 

Sneak Peak

“Thanks, Barbara, for letting Keith and James come over,” Cynthia said as soon as Barbara Dillinger opened the front door of her brownstone. “Marvin got tied up at work.” Lying, Cynthia fidgeted nervously on the stoop while waiting for the boys to come out.

“Looks like he’s not the only one that got tied up,” Barbara said her hazel eyes filled with horror. She pointed at the welts Marvin’s hands had left around Cynthia’s neck. “Why don’t you come in and relax for a moment?” Barbara opened the door wide enough for Cynthia to slide through. “The boys are upstairs playing—karate chopping and body slamming each other. A few more minutes of play isn’t going to hurt them.”

Barbara took Cynthia’s black, leather jacket from her and escorted her from the steps of her brownstone into the living room.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to get over here—I walked,” Cynthia said, soaking up the place. In the two years that the boys had taken karate with Sean, Barbara’s son, the two women had never actually been inside of each other’s homes. Pickups and dropoffs were usually relegated to a switch at the doorstep of the parent supervising the play date or a meeting at the subway station.

“Please have a seat.” Barbara swept her arm around the room inviting Cynthia to take a seat.

Cynthia looked to her left and then her right, trying to decide whether she wanted to take a seat on the mustard quilted leather sofa or the spoon-shaped zebra-print chair that faced the picture window.

“Would you like a cup of coffee or tea?” Barbara offered.

“Barbara, there’s really no need in going through all of that trouble,” Cynthia said settling herself into the spoon shaped chair.

“And there’s no need for you to go through all of that trouble either,” Barbara chirped pointing at Cynthia’s neck.

“Barbara, I’d rather not discuss this.” Cynthia craned her neck toward the spiral staircase and called for her sons. “Keith…James,” she shouted into the air

“But I want to discuss it. Come here.” Barbara grabbed Cynthia’s hand and dragged her over to the full-length mirror that rested against an exposed brick wall near the window. “Look at yourself.” Barbara gathered Cynthia’s burgundy shoulder-length hair back as if she was about to put it into a ponytail. “This isn’t right, Cynthia,” she said, tracing the welts on Cynthia’s neck with her French-manicured fingernails.

“Marvin is just going through something right now. He’s trying to open his own business; he has me and the boys. It’s a lot for him to handle.” Cynthia fingered the welts herself wishing she’d tied a scarf around her neck.

“I don’t think he’s dealing with more than you are. You don’t have to go home if you don’t want to. You and the boys can stay here,” Barbara offered, releasing Cynthia’s hair.

Cynthia massaged her face with her hands. “We can’t…I mean, I can’t.”

“You can’t stay there either,” Barbara interjected. “I know we don’t know each other well, so this might seem strange or feel a weebit uncomfortable, but if you won’t stay here, at least let me take you to a shelter,” Barbara begged Cynthia earnestly.

“And this might seem strange to you because we don’t know each other well but I took a vow, for better or worse. Now there’s a reason those vows say for better or for worse—some days are going to be better and some days are going to worse. It just so happens that today was one of the worst.” Recalling the days when Marvin was sweeter, gentler, romantic even, Cynthia massaged the welts around her throat. “Marvin isn’t all bad, and I’m not all good, so it would be wrong of me to turn my back on my husband. I’m going to fight for this marriage until we get back to better days when we held hands and slow danced to Marvin’s old records.” Cynthia’s high cheekbones rose as she smiled, lost in the memories of the days when the phrase I love you did not come after a bloody lip or bruised eye. “He wasn’t always like this.”

Cynthia touched the princess-cut diamond of her engagement ring, which rested over a simple gold band. She could still hear Marvin say in his rich baritone as he presented her the ring while they were seated by the waterfall in Harlem’s historic Morningside Park, “A simple ring for the woman I simply want to spend my life with.”

Cynthia held onto that memory as Barbara presented her with reality of her situation.

“So how long do you plan on suffering through this? What about you? What about Cynthia? What do you want for your life? Forget your marriage. I mean you. What do you want?” Barbara cocked her head to the side and stared at Cynthia’s reflection in the mirror. Her hazel eyes felt like acid searing right through her skin. It seemed like she could see Cynthia’s thoughts.

 

From the Author

166Born at Dawn was first conceived in mind seven years ago and much like the protagonist I had to figure out what I wanted to get out of this life in order to complete this book and see it through to publication. Now seven years later I am about to see my destiny manifested and I am delighted to share this with you. Born at Dawn is not just a book about abuse it is about loss and gain, it is about growth, finding light in a dark place, and it is about how we minister to those in pain. One of the most poignant comments I received from a participant in my readers group came from poet, M. Skye Holly, who said to me, “Nigeria, although I’d never experienced any of these things I couldn’t help, but wonder how is it that I minister to someone who has. How do I tell them there is a God who is good despite all the bad they have seen?” In today’s world where tragedy and trauma is so closely woven into people’s lives it is important for us to think about how we would share the gospel of Jesus Christ with those in pain.

Endorsements

“This has to be the most unpredictable story I have read in quite sometime. Each character has their own clear vocie and are so engaging.” BLESSEDselling Author, E.N. Joy

 

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