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About the author:
Sianah Nalika DeShield is a Liberian who left a career in politics to write steamy African Inspired Romance Novels that leave not only her readers spellbound and in awe with an intense emotional connection with the realness of her books, but it also gives a positive picture of the Africa she knows and loves. You can find her in the lovely city of Minneapolis living her urban life while giving us make-believe of happily ever after.
What inspired you to write your book?
No, not really. I was in the shower and the story popped out. I got out and wrote it.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Excerpt from McSexy:
“Mike, you are a good man. You make me laugh and you are absolutely great in bed. The rumors were all true. It felt heavenly and I wish I could do it with you again, but I can’t.” Lily gives me the one speech I never thought I would hear in my lifetime.
Wait. What did I hear just now? Is she dumping me before it even gets started? Is Lily trying to be the player here? Did she just use me for sex and wants to get rid of me right after? I can’t believe this is happening to me, Michael Abeiku Frimpong. I turn around and snigger bitterly at this bizarre moment. This is a joke. I am a joke. Lily Annah played me. I straighten my tie and glare at Lily.
“I like you and wish I could be with you but I can’t. I have too many things to think about and do right now. I can’t complicate my life with a relationship. You were perfect but I am not ready for a relationship,” Lily concludes, looking at me with apologetic eyes.
I snicker again trying to make sense of this whole situation. She knew she didn’t want me even before she slept with me.
“Is that what you meant when you said I should treat you as if that was the last time I will have sex with you?” I quote, but don’t wait for an answer. I chuckle, covering my mouth. This is crazy. “I have never felt this used before, Lily,” I mumble, rubbing my hands on my head in disbelief. Lily’s mouth opens and her eyes grow sad. “You do know how much I like you, right?” I mention, staring at her. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me like she’s deaf.
“I like you a lot. For the first time in my life I want to date someone who doesn’t want me. We were so happy together and to think it was real… You knew you would let me go even before we went on the date but you agreed anyway. I guess I shouldn’t complain, right? I am Mike Frimpong, the breaker of hearts. It’s karma, I guess.” I grumble, stomping to the door in anger. But I turn around to Lily and walk back to her, pointing my finger angrily at her.
Her eyes are apologetic and sad but it makes me madder even more because I don’t want her pity. I want her. I need her.
“We were happy. We had a good thing going. You had me,” I poke my chest with my fingers punctuating my words. “The first date we had, you laughed like you haven’t in a long time. Four days ago, we went to the movies as a happy couple and came here to have the best sex of my goddamn life,” I yell with frustration, feeling the pain of her betrayal worsen.
“I was happy for once, looking forward to being with you again. You were happy. You can’t look into my eyes and tell me you weren’t happy. I remember the look on your face when you told me good morning. You like me too. You want me too. You need me as much as I need you. We need each other. I know it. I feel it, and you feel it too.” I get closer to her and lift her face to meet mine. Lily trembles from my touch and slowly opens her eyes to meet my desperate, angered eyes waiting for her.
“We are destined to be together, Lily. You know it,” I murmur, gazing at Lily. “Tell yourself all you want but I know how much we crave each other. So if you want to throw this connection we have away, then go ahead and do it but I had to remind you of us, of what could be.” Still Lily doesn’t speak. I let go of her and take steps back. “I want you to look into my eyes and tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you,” I raise my voice again and glare at Lily, waiting for her to look at me and stop staring at the goddamn gray tile on the floor.
“It is because of my past?” I scream at Lily in a desperate urge to let her see reason. Hearing myself out loud sounds so ridiculous I am beginning to hate myself. Hate myself for screaming at Lily. I am Mike Frimpong. A woman doesn’t make me desperate.
“I don’t care about your life before you met me, Mike. I just can’t be with you. Please understand.” Lily croaks with tears in the corner of her eyes. I chuckle bitterly and point my finger at her with anger and shake my head as I slowly fold my fingers back in place and rush out of the door before I make her cry even more. I have already done enough.