Hello.
I’m Excited. This is one of my stops during the one month tour for Sons of
Ishmael Reintroduction Tour: The Danjuma Brothers. This virtual book tour is
organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours. This tour runs September 11 –
October 5, 2017. Follow the tour here.
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Genre: Christian Fiction/Romance
About The Author
When she is not writing fiction, she empowers women of
faith to remain rooted in hope by building confident expectations in the
promises of God. She’s the host of the Anchor Talk Podcast, the COO of KevStel
Group LLC and Founder of Living A Life of Expectancy.
Unoma resides in Atlanta with her husband and two
children.
A SCOOP OF LOVE - SONS OF ISHMAEL BOOK 1
About This Book
Ibiso Jaja, a professional caterer, had gambled on the
love of a man and lost. Through the redeeming love of God, she had picked
herself up and was now living her dream as the owner of Bisso Bites, a bistro
in the heart of Abuja. However circumstances conspire to threaten the bistro
and bring her face to face with the type of man she has vowed to avoid. The
attraction is instant.
Once again, Rasheed is forced to do something he has
done all his life – put the needs of his family ahead of his own. This time
however, he crosses path with the sassy, independent, Jesus-loving caterer who
is bent on making him see the power of forgiveness and God’s love. Just when
Rasheed lets his guard down, a deadly sabotage causes old demons to rise. Will
Rasheed continue to pursue power and success or surrender to the light of God’s
love?
Rasheed Danjuma sighed aloud at the sight of another
unwanted email from the law
offices of Ezekiel and Stanley. These lawyers were
beginning to work his last nerve. He placed his finger over the touchpad of his
laptop, directed the cursor to the delete icon and pressed it.It had been six
months since Zayd Danjuma, the man that contributed to his genetic makeup had
passed away. And his lawyers were still hounding him. Rasheed had thought his
non-attendance of the funeral service was a clear indication of his disinterest
in anything they had to say about his so-called father.
Determined not to let the email ruin his day, he picked
up the receiver and dialed his
assistant’s extension. She picked up at the first ring.
“Yes, Rasheed?”
“Have you heard anything back from those clients in the
United States?”
“No, I didn’t,” she said. “But while you were on your
conference call, your mother
called.”
Rasheed felt a strange rise in his stomach. His mother
almost never called him on his office phone unless she wanted to reach him in a
hurry. “Did she leave a message?”
“No, she just said to let you know she called.”
“Okay, thank you.” He disconnected the call.
Rasheed walked over to his jacket and pulled out his
cell phone. Looking out of the large window of his Hyde Park office, his sense
of unease grew. He checked, and there were three missed called from his mother.
His voice mail was empty. What was going on? He dialed his mother. She answered
on the third ring.
“Mama, you tried to reach me. Is everything okay?”
“Nna, I really don’t know how to answer that.”
His mother used her term of endearment, Nna, for her
sons when she wanted to ask for something she knew they didn’t want to
give.“What is it?”
“Those lawyers from your father’s estate came to see me
today,” she said. “Rasheed, I don’t want those men in my shop or house. I’m
asking you again to come home and see what they want.”
Rasheed’s jaw set. How dare those lawyers hound his
mother? Why was it so important that he and his brothers attend the stupid will
reading? Even though it had been twenty-five years since their father had
walked out of their lives, the memory of that morning was still vivid. Their
father didn’t care about them in life, so why was he so concerned about their
well-being in death? Squaring up against those lawyers himself was one thing,
but when they involved his mother, it was totally different. He wouldn’t have
it.
“You mean they came to your shop?” Rasheed asked as
though he didn’t hear her the first time. Anger shot through his feet as he
began to pace the length of his office.
“Yes.” His mother’s voice sounded shaky. “It’s one
thing for them to call but to show up,I don’t appreciate it. They almost scared
my customers away.”
After his mother had retired as a school administrator,
she had decided she couldn’t sit idle. Her love of fashion led to the opening
of a boutique in the heart of Abuja’s business district. Within months, the
business had flourished. Rasheed had supported her because whatever made his
mother happy made him happy, too. After many years of living in pain, she
deserved to live her life in peace. They all did.
Rasheed’s mind went back to the email he’d received
earlier in the day. Since these
lawyers were playing hardball, it was clear he had no
choice but to travel to Nigeria. “If those lawyers call you again, tell them
I’ll be there soon.”
His mother’s sigh expressed her relief. “God bless you,
my son.”
“It’s okay, Mama. They better make it worth my while.
If not, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
ANCHORED
BY LOVE~ SONS OF ISHMAEL SERIES BOOK II
About
The Book
Popular television personality Damisi Odinga, needs to
end the fourth season of her show Becoming Ruth, with a bang. The trending
topic in the country is the fairy-tale wedding of the heir to the Danjuma
empire. The family has been shrouded in secrecy ever since the unknown sons
resurfaced in the country last year. Coverage of the wedding weekend will give
her show the boost it needs and seal its number one rating. No one can get an
interview with the couple but she had a way in, her ex man, Jabir Danjuma. So
what if he broke her heart and she hasn’t been able to get over him? This was
kingdom business, right?
Years ago, Damisi left him without an explanation and
now Jabir has her just where he wants her. Their encounter sets off a series of
events that leave them both with fresh pain and hurt. Angry, they leave Abuja
to their destinations. If they didn’t set eyes on each other again it would be
too soon. But little did they know that fate has another thing planned. 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.
Thirty minutes later, Jabir was in the KTN lobby
waiting for Damisi. He got curious stares from the receptionist and guard. He
didn’t know whether it was because he looked like Kamal—someone they’d
recognize—or because Damisi never received male visitors. He hoped it was the
latter.
The space was decorated in light colors, and the walls
were decorated with paintings or pictures of guests of their shows. He walked
to the one the one that had Damisi in it. She was on the set of her show and
looked beautiful. She had a microphone in her hand and was smiling. From the
picture, he could see she loved what she did. His eyes saddened at what the
scandal would do to her career. If they acted fast, she might have a chance of
salvaging it, but she was too stubborn, and his approach wasn’t helping either.
He had to get her to see reason.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered behind him.
Jabir turned around and marveled at how gorgeous she
looked. He smiled inwardly.
“I figured you could use breakfast.” He handed her the
smoothie and the box of pastries.
She took it from him slowly, her eyes softening with
gratitude. “Thank you, but you shouldn’t be here.”
Jabir frowned. “Why? Expecting someone?”
She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him to the
corner. He resisted at first, but caved when he saw the plea in her eyes. “I
really appreciate the breakfast, but I thought you were supposed to be on your
way to Badagry. I really don’t need any rumors started.”
He lifted his brow. “Rumors? I’m not doing anything but
making sure you’re fed. The baby needs to eat.”
She looked around in shocked horror. “Shhhh. Do you
want to say it a little louder?” She rolled her eyes at him and he chuckled.
“Jabir, please you can’t be here. In case you forgot, you look like one of the
most recognizable Nigerian soccer players. I can’t do the rumor mill now.”
He wanted to dismiss her argument, but he was running
late, and she was right. But then he had another idea. “Okay, I’ll leave on one
condition.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He smirked.
Some people walked past them and did a double take.
Damisi panicked. “What is it?”
“Have dinner with me when I get back.”
Damisi hesitated, then someone she knew walked over to
say hello to them. By now, he could see the fury in her eyes. The daggers in
them were aimed at him. He raised his eyebrow.
“I can’t believe you. Okay. Go,” she said hurriedly and
turned away. He watched her go, but smiled when she walked back his way. “Thank
you, and please drive safe.”
Yep. This new approach just might work. There was hope.
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