Babyrocka is back!
Not that it went anywhere but still! Posts have been few and far between, true but each one comes packaged with a lot of heart and soul. There are so many stories to choose from and yes many of you have read it all before but I’m hoping that even with no new stuff coming up regularly, there’s always something to keep you coming back.
Stories like the first of them all, Saving Sasha. Or maybe you’d like to check out Twisted all over again. Don’t know why but that’s my fave! There’s No Ordinary Girl which was also a firm favourite and of course, who can forget Lanre Vaughn in Something from the Heart (cheeky smile).
Posting on the blog has always been my favourite pastime and still is! I love creating and presenting the posts and it makes me happy knowing you enjoy them. Time and effort goes into every line and if I don’t feel I can bring it each time and give 100 per cent, then I chill till I can. Totally does not mean I abandoned the blog – as if I ever could!
Okay, since I hate excuses I’m not going to give any – but I’m hoping that firm followers of the blog stick around and watch out for more coming up soon! Love to hear your comments as always and suggestion on how I can improve since that’s what this is all about – sharing ideas and feedback. You guys totally rock and I value every moment you spend going through the posts.
That said, a snippet from The Token below to keep the juices watering. I love all the stories on the blog so far, and the unfinished ones will get some airtime soon so please keep looking in when you can. And keep rockin’!
Danga knew she was afraid of him.
The scent of her distress filtered through his nostrils, blended in with the tempting perfume of her woman’s essences and the costly oils. There had been a time he would have laughed at her obvious fear of him – and there had been also the time he would have been angered by it. Now, it only gave him the strangest urge to put her at her ease, calm her like he would a skittery dove.
Where on earth that came from was beyond him. Did it have anything to do with his confrontation with Saleya earlier? When she’d been more or less up in his face, finally giving him the chance to connect the dots and find out what in name of the fates had been biting her all this time?
Saleya was the last thing he wanted to be thinking of right then, mused Danga – not when he had his delectable prize finally back into his clutches. Where she rightly belonged.
He turned away from the kneeling Ola to pour out some wine from the drinks and condiments set out on the table. He took a long draught, realizing he was parched even after all the drink he’d already imbibed tonight. He’d been close to getting smashingly drunk and then sleep away his fury and had hoped by daylight, he wouldn’t managed to somehow flay either Saleya or his best friend, Kwen.
Luckily, neither of that was likely to happen. He was stone sober, and much of his fury had faded. Now, he smirked as for the last time, he wondered what would cross Saleya’s mind when she found out. He chuckled low to himself and removed further thought of that interfering female from his mind.
He turned to Ola and found she hadn’t lifted her head from its low bow. Danga had a sudden craving to see her face. To look upon her undeniable beauty in ways that had been denied him this long. He’d never forgotten though – not one inch. Every piece of her remained etched in his memory. Her swollen, youthful curves, the smooth spread of her skin, like she’d been dipped in honey from head to toe. The mesmerizing black pools of her eyes – so dark and deep you could drown in them and never want to be pulled from the fathoms.
Yes, Ola was beautiful, fresh and…his. For the taking.
So why was he waiting?
“Do you remember the first night you were brought here?” he asked mildly, picking out a piece of juicy fruit and biting into it slowly – telling himself he could just imagine biting into Ola, morsel by morsel till he’d had his fill…
Ola jumped at the sound of his voice, but didn’t…couldn’t speak. Like there was a big fat rock lodged in her throat, choking her. Making it impossible to breathe. What was it about Danga that made her senses feel they’d left her?
He looked far less fearsome than usual. Not that she’d managed more than a brief glance, when he’d walked in with the movements of a panther entering his lair. Her heart had quaked at the sight of him and it still did. She’d thought she had Kwen to contend with but finding him replaced by Danga had been an unexpected and terrible twist of events. She still didn’t understand how this could be. How on earth was she to carry out her plan now?
“I asked you a question, girl,” Danga snapped, making her almost skip out of her skin again. “You have permission to look at me. And to speak.”
Ola blinked and gathered thought. She looked up slowly, found him leaning negligently against the well laid table. He had a slice of fruit in his hand, and his gaze was narrowed, inquisitive as he regarded her. For the first time since she’d ever seen him, he looked almost human, even pleased.
“I…yes, my lord. I remember.”
As if she could forget. Playing with her younger sister in their room, and being summoned by her eldest brother.
He’d looked at her with so much sadness in his eyes. Anger, pain and resignation had been etched in his manly features. He was far older than her, older than Danga even. He had a family of his own, two wives and eight children. A bigger family meant more hands to work on the farm and help with other chores around the home. Even with the whole household finding it hard to eat three full meals each day, most of her brothers had married early and their wives were birthing almost as quickly as it was humanly possible.
“Brother! Is all well?” she’d asked, jumping to her feet and staring at him with worry.
“Ola. You need to come with me now. Father and our brothers are waiting with the Habu men.
At the sound of the name Habu, Ola’s heart had started pounding. Their name always brought fear knowing how much her father owed the head of the Habu clan. Ola was always frightened they would come and seize the whole family and force them into slavery to pay off the money owed these past ten years. Ola was old enough to know the kind of trouble her family was in with the Habu’s. But what did they want this night?
***To be continued!!!