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In honor of this year’s blog hop and it’s that time of year when we give thanks, I’m giving away a copy of Maybe Baby: special edition (contains Maybe Baby and Maybe Tonight, the first two books in the series).
All you have to do is make a comment below about something you’re thankful for. I’ll choose a winner on 5 December and announce it here on my blog.
I’m a sucker for love stories. It’s why I spend way too much money stocking my Kindle with as many as I can find. It’s also why I devote a lot of my free time to writing them. Whenever I think I’ve run out of love stories to tell, a new one pops into my head. Women of color always feature in my stories. I remember when I was younger always recasting the heroines in my mind when I read romances. I thought it was odd that so many stories ignored women like me–black women who weren’t content being the sidekick or the funny best friend–so I decided that if I ever wrote a novel I would put a black woman front and centre.
It’s why I wrote about a black woman falling in love with a Danish man in Maybe Baby. It’s also why we follow their love story over the course of the three books the Maybe… series.
Here’s an excerpt from Maybe Baby: Special Edition:
He pulled a crushed packet of cigarettes from the pocket of his jeans and offered me one. I accepted it and leaned in so he could light it for me. As I took that first illicit drag, he said, “I think I saw you earlier. I was in a café and I looked out the window and saw someone who looked a lot like you.”
“I saw you, too,” I admitted. We both exhaled smoke and watched the milky tendrils merge and swirl. We kept our backs to the bar and looked out over the water again. “And when I saw you in their… books, I was a little stunned.”
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here, either.”
His voice trailed down my spine. I stole a glance at him. I was wrong earlier when I said he wasn’t handsome. There was something so masculine about him. I couldn’t really find the words to describe him. He was tall and lean, but there was a strength to him. Underneath his clothing was sure to be the body of someone who did not go to the gym, but who had the natural muscles and leanness of physical labor. He didn’t have the perfectly slicked-back hair that most Scandinavian men seemed to favor; they wore it like a badge of their social class and their success. Mads’s hair was a messy mop of waves and stray curls that looked coppery in the glow of the spotlights. He swept back the curls that hung in front of his eyes and revealed the most beautiful pair of hazel eyes. I bit my lower lip. He was too good-looking for me, and he was smiling at me with such fierceness that I knew he felt something, too. He was watching me. I could feel the path his eyes took. My body tingled in anticipation.
“I saw you standing there and I thought, shit, this must be some kind of dream. Or maybe Ida was playing a joke on me.”
We both laughed. What were the chances?
And don’t forget to leave a comment below to win a free copy of Maybe Baby: Special Edition (and a surprise gift) from me. Don’t forget: I’ll choose the winner on December 5, so stop by to see if you’re the lucky one. Happy reading!