Blog Tour & Giveaway: Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song Series by Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Title- This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda woulda shoulda ballad…
Series- Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song #1
By- Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Genre-Family saga/ chick lit/ interracial romance/ romantic comedy
Love can be such a “coulda, woulda, shoulda” song sometimes…
Lucia Mpobo-Riddell could have been a dancer like the rest of women of her family but instead she chose music. Marcus Grant could have been a doctor like the rest of his family but instead he chose music. She also could have not fallen for Marcus on her birthday but she did. And Marcus, he could have told Lucia the truth about his real reason for being in Toronto that night, but he didn’t. Now they have to deal with big reveals and consequences: Marcus almost stealing her job and being force to work on an album together. Marcus, because he couldn’t swallow his pride, leaves Toronto and goes home to London. Lucia, because she just couldn’t give up on her first amazing opportunity to produce a whole album. And to complicate the situation further, the band they’re working for is not the easiest one. Mary Gillis, Marcus’ on and off flame, still has a hold on him. Greg McMullen, Lucia’s close friend and former dance partner is back in town and has been in love with her for years. Then there’s Marcus and Lucia, in the middle of their own a professional and personal tug-of- war with each over and the rest of the world. But maybe things could still work out… All things considered, this could have been one heck of a love song!
Excerpt (R rated)
“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked, straight in the eyes. I still can’t believe she said yes. After all that had happened between us in past the six months and all that had happened yesterday at the wedding, she still said yes. She generously gave herself to me without any reserve and I selfishly took what she was offering. And I want more, more of her, more of us.
I look at her sleeping next to me on her stomach in my bed. She’s facing me but I can’t see her face; her hair is covering it. I move it away to kiss her nose, her cheekbone, her neck. I move the sheet down so I can slowly kiss her naked back, each vertebra at a time. Her smell is just so intoxicating, vanilla and cocoa butter at the same time, strangely matching her light-brown complexion. The then exotic, charming, beautiful and very inviting Lucia has now become the beautifully, passionate, exotically intoxicating, charmingly stubborn, temptress Lucia.
I hear a small groan as I’m running my hands across her smooth back. She’s finally waking up. Good; I thought I might have to shake her this time.
“Hi, Marcus.” She’s just smiling, her eyes closed, her voice hoarse.
I keep kissing her lower back, almost reaching her butt when I’m stopped by a pair of knickers. “Now, how did those get here?” I ask her, laughing and trying to remove them.
She turns around, now fully awake, giving me an impressive view of her breasts, partially hidden under her long, straightened hair. My mouth goes dry. I bend down to kiss her stomach then lick her navel. She looks down, takes my head and brings it to her eye level.
“Marcus…” she whispers, staring at me, her eyes so full of love, our mouths so close to one another.
“Luce…” I respond. That’s the only thing I can say every time I hear my name in that sexy, pleading tone. Temptress Lucia kisses me, softly at first, teasing me with her tongue, then she just goes for it. It’s deep, it’s wet, it’s messy, it’s just earthshattering. I kiss her chin, her neck goes back to her mouth, take her breasts in my hands. I can hardly breathe or think but I just can’t stop myself. But I do while pushing her hair away from her breasts so I can enjoy them fully.
“Would you be a dear and take those off?” I ask her, pointing to her knickers.
“No rest for the wicked I see. Where do you find this energy?” she answers, smiling at me.
“I’m not sure,” I tease, still waiting for those damn knickers to be removed.
“I can barely move.” She pushes me away. “Are you trying to break a record?”
“It’s the last time I promise,” I tell her while kissing her neck. I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep this promise but she doesn’t have to know. “Now, please, the knickers.”
“Baby, I’m so tired. I need a good shower,” she yawns and stretches her body against mine.
“A shower would be nice,” I gloat. Forget it, I’ll remove them myself.
She takes my hand and kisses it before pushing it away. “Alone! I’m starving. How about I cook us some breakfast as well?” she adds, sitting up and retrieving a nightgown.
“Where did you get this?” I ask her.
“In my bag.” She points it out. “I went downstairs to pick up my things, which included my infamous knickers.”
“I see. It is mid-Sunday morning after all.” I look down at those damn panties. “So, are you going to do something about this?” I say.
“Patrick was here and left for Manchester about ninety minutes ago. He said, he’d call… Do you think he’s going to call me, Marcus? Men always say that but most never do,” she tells me.
“You’re too much, Luce! And he’d better not call you or–” I say, taking her in my arms.
“Or what, Marcus?” she asks softly.
I caress her soft, sweet cheeks while she’s kissing my hands along the way. How can such simple gestures feel so intimate and so natural between us? It keeps amazing me.
“Or what, Marcus?” she asks again.
“Oh…I will deal with him,” I tell her. I reach out for her face, her lovely face. “Come here,” I say before kissing her again. “Luce?”
“What now?” she asks against my lips.
“I have to be in Paris next Wednesday…in ten days. I can’t promise you anything but I would really like–”
“I’ll stay with you.” She kisses the tip of my nose. She doesn’t add anything else but her eyes are doing all the talking, the yearning and the longing.
I can’t promise you anything, Luce, I keep repeating to myself, but I don’t want you to go away. “Thank you for staying.”
She removes her panties slowly, without breaking eye contact. She reaches for me, her arms and legs embracing me, placing me on top of her.
“Last time, right? Then you’ll let me rest,” she asks me. Her hands are caressing my back and the back of my head; her feet are caressing my butt.
“I really, really doubt it, love,” I groan, completely entering her without breaking eye contact and taking all her sweet, wonderful warmth inside of me.
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Title- This Would Have Been Our Song! Catchy tunes and dancers’ tales
Series- Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song #2
By- Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Genre- Family saga/ chick lit/ interracial romance/ romantic comedy
Marcus, Greg and Lucia are back in the second part of their journey to their perfect love song... will they finally find it?
This would have been their perfect love song…
It has been two years since Lucia Mpobo-Riddell has made her choice between the two men in her life. She and her beloved would have been perfectly happy if it wasn’t for… the constant distractions from her past, her sister Noor’s complicated life, her own doubts and fears. Maybe there wasn’t such a thing as perfection and this was a lesson that Lucia was going to learn the hard way. Greg McMullen and Marcus Grant’s lives had been affected by Lucia’s choice that day in Glasgow two years ago. Since then one had been fighting to keep her when the other had been relentlessly trying to get her back. It soon became apparent to them that she wasn’t the Lucia they met and fell in love with anymore. Her life and priorities had completely shifted. To even consider keeping her or just getting her back, they would have to accept it or they would have to let her go. But would they ever be able to do either?
IV. Marcus - Out of love and air supplies…
“Nosy much?” I say sitting next to her. “I just wanted to be left alone and Mary isn’t always good at taking ‘no’ for an answer.” She looks lovely. No she looks wonderful. There’s been something so different about her since her arrival. I still cannot put my finger on it.
“Yes, I’m nosy you cheeky boy! Leaving Doddy and Patrick on their own downstairs! I came to check up on you. Now stop being rude. It doesn’t really work on me.” She puts her head on my shoulder and takes my hand. “I did the same thing on my dad’s funeral. People keep asking if you are fucking all right! I was just eight, idiots, I felt like I would never be all right again.” She lightly kisses my palm. “I promise you, you will Marcus,” she whispers.
“Luce…” I whisper back and kissing her palm. She’s this close to bolting out of here or retrieving into her shell. “Fancy a pity shag?” I say with a sad smug smile.
She knocks her elbow in my rib cage and winces. “That hurts! What have you been doing with yourself?” She asks me rubbing her elbow.
“Hitting the gym, takes the frustration out.” And I have been a frustrated lad.
“Not even my usual friendly nap today Sir! But I have something for you.”
“I said I would not touch you and I have been pretty good so far haven’t I?” I plead with my best puppy dog stare. Lucia has been falling asleep on my bed three times over the last two days. Jetlag…but last night she fell asleep in my arms…my bed smells of her intoxicating smell, it’s pure torture.
“Your mum gave me this. She completely forgot about this picture,” she smiles and hands me the photo. “You lied to me Marcus,” she adds.
“What?” She couldn’t know about The Plan…could she? I look at the photo and flip it. Mercutio and Lucia 1983. “Is this real?”
“Is your real name Mercutio?” she shivers with fake disgust.
“Yeah. I never liked it and wasn’t able to say it properly,” I shrug. It’s a two-year old me nicely kissing a very tiny cute baby. “Is this you?” I point at the baby in the photo.
She nods, “Mercutio…Cushion of course! I always thought that Cushion and a long stretch from Marcus. So…Mercutio, you kissed me first!” she laughs.
“Hey, I was two! It doesn’t count,” I laugh back.
“I don’t know about that. Doddy said that you wouldn’t stop snogging me and they had to take me away. You cried when you went out of the room… aww your first crush,” she smirks.
“You sassy–,” I laugh, I just can’t stop laughing. I haven’t laughed in days… “–how long–“
“She gave it to me when I arrived from London. I thought it would cheer Mercutio up,” she says a bit embarrassed. She’s finally letting her guard down and she knows it.
“I love you Luce.”
“Marcus don’t. You promised,” she says getting off my bed.
“What did you expect me to say or do after that?” I haven’t let go of her hand yet. The hand with the giant engagement ring.
“Let’s go back downstairs with the others.” She pulls me up.
“You’re avoiding the conversation,” I say following her.
“And you sound like a broken record Mercutio. I’m engaged, remember?”
“Yes, how can I forget? But I love you and I’m not ashamed of my feelings. So… pity shag is really off the table?” I ask when I close the door behind us.
She waves her ring at me. “Again, engaged!”
“Right, that you certainly are.”
But The Plan is working.
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About the Author-
Meet Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba The Author, The Blogger, The Cheeky Reviewer
“My life journey is like my playlist, amazingly unique but full of contradictions with surprising joys with every song...”
In the past two years, while living in Canada, England and France I wrote four novels: This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda woulda shoulda ballad... (Book one) currently available on amazon, iTunes, Kobo, Barnes and Nobles and Smashwords. The sequel This Would Have Been Our Song! Catchy tune and dancers’ tales has been in January 2014. Bird Of Prey, my first mystery romance novel has been released in October 7th, 2013 and its first sequel The Plot Thickens (a novella) in December. The second one Polliannah Got Married! will be released in June 2014 and the final in July 2014. I’m currently residing in Paris, France.
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