About Lessons In Love
Fourteen months ago, Tara Olu-Browne quit her well paying
job to follow her heart: Become a full time romance writer. Her decision is
paying off, until she agrees to write for Black Desire, a new romance publisher
set to turn out books that will appeal to a West African audience. Black Desire
is headed by business mogul, Jimi Akintaylor and while he says he enjoys Tara’s
previous works, he is critical of her current manuscript calling the love
scenes improbable. Tara is left with two choices: quit writing for Black Desire
or suck up her pride and request pointers from Jimi on how she can improve on
the love scenes. She chooses the latter, and realizes too late that she just
signed up for some very practical lessons in love.
EXCERPT.....
We’re now in his kitchen. He lets
go of my hand. I doubt if any cooking ever takes place here. It’s so clean. So
new. So contemporary. It ought to be in a museum. I lean against the granite
countertop while he strides across to the very modern stainless steel fridge –
I’ve not seen the likes of this before; in magazines, maybe. From where I stand
I see the refrigerator is well stocked – all kinds of flavored drinks and a
wide variety of assorted snacks. He mechanically procures a coke and tonic
water from the fridge, empties it into two tall glasses which he has retrieved
from the cabinet above the fridge. Then he reaches over to the wine cellar and
brings out a bottle. He twists off the
cap and shortly pours it into the glasses. He carries both cups and turns to
face me. His eyes glow with something I can’t decipher.
“Here,” he says, handing me one
of the drinks. He is close enough for me to smell his crisp, mesmerizing scent,
and frankly, it disconcerts me.
I eye him doubtfully. Truth be
told, I’m nervous. I’ve told this man I want him to sleep with me and he hasn’t
given me a reply.
He takes a long swig of his
drink, then places it on the counter top and gives me a quizzical stare. “Are
you okay?”
I shrug, trying hard to tamper
down this mortification that’s washing over me in waves. “You’ve not said
anything Jimi,” I say.
His eyes burn into mine. “Tara,
cut me some slack. You’ve stomped me with a request that’s a little
disturbing…something out of character for you. A man needs a drink.”
Disturbing? What’s all this self-righteous talk? “But you were so
willing to say yes yesterday,” I say bravely. “You didn’t need a drink then.”
“Tara, yesterday…I was speaking
without thinking, something I rarely do. You were upset and defensive. I don’t
know, I lost it. ” He stops and grimaces. “When I said sex mechanics yesterday,
you do know I wasn’t asking you to sleep with me, right?”
I nod. “I do.” In hindsight, I realize it was
one of those awkward situations I get myself into where the conversation spirals out of control.
“Look, I don’t know how long
you’ve had sex but the way you wrote about sex in Tomorrow and Lagos Blues,
it’s just … implausible. For two people who supposedly love each other, there
was no tenderness there.”
I roll my eyes. We’ve been here
already. He has made me listen to the
comments of other readers. Why are we rehashing how bad of a writer I am when
it comes to love scenes?
“So when I said sex mechanics,”
he continues, “I meant…” he rubs his hand on his head, struggling to find his
words. “Crap,” he spits out. “I don’t
know what I meant. Tara look, you are the writer. Do what you need to do to get
your material. Just make sure it’s good material.”
I frown, shaking my head. “But
Jimi, I’m doing what I need to do to get good material.”
He gives me a blank stare like he
has no clue about what I’m saying.
“I’ve never really been in love
before.” Well, until now. “I’ve also never had sex before and I’m asking for
your help, and you haven’t given me a reply.”
“What?” He whispers. I think he’s
about to implode. “What do you mean you’ve never had sex before?”
I ignore his shocked expression
and trudge on. I am a desperate woman on a desperate mission and I’ve got to
air my piece, now that I still have the courage to say it.
“Look Jimi, all I know is that
yesterday you were so willing. Today, you’re…..I feel like you’re trying to let
me down nicely. I’m no charity case. If
you don’t want me, tell me and I’ll go ask someone else to do me the favor.”
I sense his menace before he
voices it. “Over my dead body,” he says, and before I can take my next breath,
he pounces on me.
Lara Daniels is a
Registered Nurse by day and an avid romance author at nights. Born and raised
in Nigeria, Lara penned her first fiction at the age of nine. She continued her
love for writing all through Secondary school, then to college, from where she
relocated to the United States. In July 2009, she published her first novel,
Love in Paradise and in 2010, she published the sequel, Love at Dawn –
which charted on iTunes UK top 100 Romance novels. When she is not
writing, Lara enjoys spending quality time with her family – a husband and
three children. She currently makes her home in Texas. For more about Lara Daniels,
catch up with her on her blog at www.laradaniels.org
or
on twitter: @LDparables
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