Updated: Aug 5
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Did you get to join in for Rendezvous with Book Friends? It was a great and fun chatting with all the authors and readers. You can still catch up with all the post and get involved in the conversations. Visit the Love Africa Book Lounge.
I even got to show off the cover for my upcoming book, Xandra which is the next story in the Ender series. But you can also see it here.
Author: Kiru Taye
Series: Enders #2
Genre: Romantic Suspense (i.e suspense with romantic elements)
Tags: antiheroes, organised crime
Xandra Gowon is trained for one purpose—to execute her boss’s orders.
Emotions have no place in her life, and she never questions the rights or wrongs of the decisions that send her to terminate lives again and again. Until one assignment draws unfamiliar emotions, and she is made to evaluate her loyalties.
Ebuka Njoku lives a quiet life, taking care of family and running his ranch. But when a stranger arrives in search of a job, his peaceful life takes an unexpected turn, and he is thrust into the world of corrupt lawmakers and deadly cartels.
In a world where loyalties shift at the speed of a bullet and betrayal abounds, falling in love is just a death wish.
Content warning: This book contains depictions of violence.
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Steady footsteps echoed in the hallway behind Xandra. The hairs on her nape stood erect. Usually she didn’t sit with her back to the door. She’d been relaxed in Ginika’s presence and had allowed her guard to slip.
While the other woman was harmless, this new arrival was an unknown.
Xandra’s first instinct was to reach for the gun. Hand to chest, she remembered there were no hidden panels in this outfit. Unarmed, she was dressed as a farmer not an assassin.
Twisting in the seat, she saw the person stride into the kitchen.
A tall man in brown boots and washed jeans, the muscles of his broad shoulders and chest filled out the light blue chambray shirt. His hair was cut to the scalp, scrutinising eyes as black as the night, full lips and about a day’s growth of dark bristle on his chin.
Recognition punched Xandra in the gut.
He was the man whose photos were in the dossier. Ebuka Njoku. Owner of Njoku Ranch and Farms.
“Gigi, I didn’t know you had a guest,” he said in a deep voice that commanded attention.
A sizzle went down Xandra’s spine. Heat washed over her skin and she felt light-headed.
The space in the kitchen seemed constricted, the air sucked out.
She stood, suddenly not wanting him standing over her. She wasn’t afraid of him.
But the piercing way he looked at her was unsettling, as if he could see beyond what she projected.
Ginika waved her hand in Xan’s direction as she stood too. “Ebuka, this is Allie. She’s here for the farm job.”
“Nice to meet you, Allie, but have you worked on a ranch before?” He looked her over, as if he didn’t believe she was suitable for the job. His direct approach matched his sister’s.
Back ramrod straight, Xandra held her breath, wondering if she passed the examination. Wanting to pass it for more than one reason. She didn’t want to leave. Not now. Not until she’d found out more about this man.
“No,” she replied. “As I said to your sister, I can do whatever job you want me to do. I’m handy with woodwork and I don’t mind getting my hands dirty.”
He put his hands on his hips, exuding confidence and power. “Ranch work is back breaking and has to be done no matter the weather outside. Are you sure you can cope with it?”
Xandra wasn’t a big. But she was fit and toned. Anyone who mistook her appearance for weakness did so at their peril.
She stepped forward, extending her hand and met his gaze. “Why don’t you give me a trial, and if you’re not satisfied, you don’t have to hire me.”
He nodded and stepped forward. “I’ll give you twenty-four hours to prove yourself, Allie.”
That was more than enough time to learn what she needed to do her job.
“Deal,” she said and they shook hands.
An electric shock spiked up her arm.
His onyx eyes widened.
Something unspoken passed between them.
As they stood connected, Xandra should have been assessing all the ways she could take his life.
Instead, her nipples hardened and her insides clenched as she pictured him on top of her, stretching her as he filled her up, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding over each other in sync.
What do you think? I can't wait to share Xandra with you all. 😘❤️
If you haven't read book 1, Duke, all the buy links are available HERE.