Age: 27
Nationality: Ghanaian
Net worth: $250 million United States Dollars.
About him: Yale University Graduate, MBA. Masters of Business Administration BBA. Bachelors of Business Administration. Millionaire at age twenty-one, CEO of Frimpong Insurance Corp. Voted number one most eligible bachelor by the women of Ghana for five consecutive years. Grand Master of the female orgasm, and serial playboy until his manhood was questioned, leaving him no choice but to accept the wager of getting a woman pregnant or pay $200,000 USD. Well, it’s on!
Name: Lilian Akosua Annah Aka Lily Annah
Age: 24
Nationality: Ghanaian
Net worth: The last time she checked, there were 300 Ghana cedis, the equivalent of $60.00 USD in her account.
About her: Shy, nerdy, insecure, and likes to think she is an average woman since she seems invisible to men and the last time she had a boyfriend was three years ago, but is she really that average? University of Cape Coast Ph.D. Candidate, Educational Psychology, Masters of Philosophy, Educational Psychology, M.Phil. University of Ghana, Legon, Bachelor of Arts, English BA, author of Affong’s Wishes, the newest children’s book set for the next academic year curriculum for the students in Ghana, beautiful dark skin, perfect hips, tiny waist, a good pair of perky tits, eyes that are absolutely beautiful, adorable, and innocent, they could make you do anything she wants, a voice that is so hypnotic it would make you go wild and submit to her, and a brain that is so sharp that it makes Mike Frimpong’s four-point zero grade point average at Yale seem less achievable.
One visit to her book launch leaves the playboy’s heart pumping and manhood twitching, not just from thinking of claiming her, but also making her the perfect woman to carry his child. Oops… she’s off limits and could cost him everything.
Is the playboy bold enough to chase her, risking everything he’s worked for in the process, or is he willing to let the one woman who stops his heartbeat for the first time walk out of his life?
Well, this was a new one!
I've read many romance novels, but I can't recall reading one with this premise; that the hero made a bet with his friend and now needs to get someone pregnant. Wow!
I wasn't so sure about Mike at first; he seemed very conceited and had no problem telling the reader in a second-person interaction exactly why he is the bee's knees. But, he had a softer side as well, and I enjoyed when that side came through.
Lily was much more humble, which made for a nice contrast between the two. I really felt for her because she had to endure some pretty rough times and find a way to make it right. And, boy, did she!
If you are looking for a romance that's different than anything you've ever read before, this may be the book for you!
(I was given this book in consideration of my honest thoughts)
I've read many romance novels, but I can't recall reading one with this premise; that the hero made a bet with his friend and now needs to get someone pregnant. Wow!
I wasn't so sure about Mike at first; he seemed very conceited and had no problem telling the reader in a second-person interaction exactly why he is the bee's knees. But, he had a softer side as well, and I enjoyed when that side came through.
Lily was much more humble, which made for a nice contrast between the two. I really felt for her because she had to endure some pretty rough times and find a way to make it right. And, boy, did she!
If you are looking for a romance that's different than anything you've ever read before, this may be the book for you!
(I was given this book in consideration of my honest thoughts)
Every author has his/her own unique story about how they became a writer. These stories can sometimes be funny, sad, happy, and even inspirational. My story consists of all of these things.
To start off, I was born in the heart of the 1990 civil war in Liberia – a war that lasted sixteen years – so you can understand that unlike many people, my entire childhood wasn’t so beautiful. Memorable? Hell yeah, it was. I laugh with my family now about many of the things that happened. Now that the difficult times are over, we can laugh about those awful experiences. Time really does heal wounds.
I remember that as a child in the middle of the wrecks of war, I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to be. Unlike all of my friends who could do this effortlessly, I spent most of my time questioning what I would do with my degree when I was out of school. I was curious – would my future depend on what I had studied or experienced or would it depend solely on what I aspire to become? In between these thoughts, however, I was sure of one thing – I was going to become an important person in society. I knew from the beginning that I would have the power, influence, and profession to change the lives of an entire generation. For that, I was certain.
Luckily, I had grandparents who spoiled me with so much love, and made efforts to give me some level of normalcy during my childhood, I was always reminded of what I had to achieve and whom I had to do it for. My grandmother would, at all times, remind me that being the oldest grandchild came with a huge responsibility – a responsibility I shouldn’t mess up. She wanted me to be like Condoleezza Rice, the former United States Secretary of State who was a highly educated, successful, and a powerful black woman. Undoubtedly, Ms. Rice became my personal hero. And these largely put serious pressure on me as a young woman in a society of traumatized youths and less parenting due to survival.
Perhaps it was because of the pressure or perhaps it was because of everything I had seen and brainstormed about as a child, all I knew was that I was beginning to conceive images in my head about various perceptions and about many possibilities. I considered myself a writer in 2017 when I had the idea for my first book, Thou Shalt Love. And let me say, I had a blast writing it! The pure joy I felt while writing about the beautiful ideas that flowed in my head gave me the answer I had always been looking for – how to create everything from a little imagination. I wanted to change the lives of an entire generation, I told myself, how about I do it by changing the narrative of the African continent?
Over time, being introduced to politics as a National Student Leader, and getting a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Political Science from my home country, Liberia, and a Masters of Arts Degree in International Relations from Cyprus, I realized that I had been exposed to the world of politics and leadership that if I am ever to be a world leader, I will be a just one. I believe in the rule of law and the human interpretation of those laws. I believe people should be able to take care of themselves and their families without overworking and getting old, only to have nothing to point all the years of work and service to. I believe in providing basic human services to people, and making sure everyone can live in a safe, peaceful, and happy environment. It’s safe to say that I would kick ass as a world leader, but until I am in such a position, I will continue to be passionate about changing the narrative about the African continent, and lifting my country, Liberia, high through storytelling. Storytelling is what I am great at and I will use my gifts to impact the world.
Every time someone asks me to describe myself in five words outside of storytelling, I tell them I am exceptional, impressionable, ambitious, strong, and witty. It may seem condescending to say this, but trust me, you will love hanging out with me. I am the “life of the party”. I am also the kind of friend who would tell you the truth, and push you to be the best you can be. With everything I have gone through in my life, where I came from, and the sacrifices I have made, only someone with good qualities can go through it all in one piece and still be hopeful, charming, happy, and content, while being undeniably and unapologetically ambitious. I made this conclusion after going through serious self-evaluation and considering the positive and analytical human that I still am today.
If I were to talk about the stories I have written, I would argue that the topics I write about and not just the characters in my stories inspire me. Take McSexy for instance, Lily Annah, a character in the story, is a beautiful, shy, intelligent, and modest lecturer who is the perfect woman for many people. Unfortunately, she isn’t well versed in relationships and social situations because she had little time dating and more time getting an education and a career. We all know that woman. They call her a nerd. Although she seems like a perfect person, she is flawed like everyone else. She makes mistakes when it comes to love and life issues. Like every woman would understand, being the first girl child in any family puts you in the adult position to take care of your family when things go wrong. Lily had to step up to save her family and she did.
Mike, another character, on the other hand, is a smart young man who lost his parents at an early age, lived life through grief and tried to fill the void in his life with sex. When he couldn’t fill that void with one woman, he avoids her and moves on to the next. A man who is intelligent, highly educated, kind, and yet promiscuous is the perfect example of how we can be beautifully flawed. Let us not also forget about Maggie, my personal favorite person. Maggie is Lily’s best friend and her strength, courage, and push constitutes the example of the friend we all need. And Mama Naa Lily’s mother, oh dear, when I think of Mama Naa, she reminds me of all the African mothers that I know and have heard about. She is so dramatic that writing her scenes made me laugh the entire time.
When I was writing about these characters, I wanted people to relate to their stories. I wanted everyone to identify themselves or their families with a certain character in the book. And I enjoyed writing the theatrics of the typical African family. If I were ever allowed to play any character in my book, I would definitely choose to play Maggie Ampofu. I would choose her because of her personality. Maggie has this aura that is beautiful and impressionable. And enacting her strength and daring character would give me the thrill of a lifetime. Honestly, I see a little bit of myself in Maggie. I know it’s not fair, but I couldn’t help it.
I remember that when the story was ready, I went searching for a picture that would work with it. I spent some time finding the perfect picture, but when I did, when I saw it, there came the name! The picture spoke a single word to me – McSexy. Looking at the guy in the picture was a sight to behold. “He is truly McSexy”, I told myself, and he went well with Mike Frimpong.
When I read the book now, I always can’t wait to get to my favorite part. It is when Mike confronted Lily about having sex on his newly inserted sperm that was supposed to make his babe. This part is emotional, hilarious, ridiculous and entertaining:
“I can’t believe you slept with a man while my sperm was supposed to be in you making my baby? Are you insane, Lily? You had the nerve to have sex when the sperm I worked so hard for was inserted in you just a few hours earlier? You are unbelievable!”
“What is unbelievable is the fact that you have forgotten that same man whom I had sex with was you! Are you kidding me right now, acting disgusted that I slept with someone on your sperm? Are you seriously accusing me of cheating on you with you?”
Reading a scene like this one makes me want to spend time with Mike Frimpong. If only I could spend a day with him, it would involve studying his mind and his body. If I had the chance to run my hands on Mike’s body, trust me, I would take it. Judge all you want, but if only you knew Mike Frimpong as I do, you would be fighting to get a taste of him. And trust me, it would turn out to be an entirely ecstatic experience. Everyone falls in love with Mike Frimpong, AKA Mr. Vagina. This is why he is known as the Master of the Female Orgasm.
When it is time for me to write about a character, I usually have a strong, educated, beautiful/handsome, and uniquely flawed person, roaming around in my head. I always can’t help it. Great people intrigue me, so they come out in my works. This happens because I write African Inspired Romance Novels that sends a message to readers about issues concerning young people that I find important. Although my books are a work of fiction, the goal is to get someone to learn something new whenever they read my novels. That is why I carefully choose each character and turn them into fictional people that every real person, especially Africans, can relate to.
“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.
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.
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