UPCOMING RELEASE: NOVEL – Inevitable Desires: First Love

Hedwig Sanzi Joe, aka Heddie, is an innocent high school girl who falls in love with a reformed criminal working in the church. When she becomes of age and decided to give the man of her dreams her heart, she doesn't know that she has signed up for the greatest hurt, betrayal, and confusion she would ever experience.

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Lovely People, Readers and Lovers of good stories; 
I know I have been a disappointment this year; not writing as much as I am supposed. I’m sorry, I take the blame. But, I never forgot about you, about our unwritten pact that I should give you interesting stories every other day. 
I have been busy making another baby, born of first love; and here she is: INEVITABLE DESIRES: First Love. It is a story you don’t want to miss. 
 
Hedwig Sanzi Joe, aka Heddie, is an innocent high school girl who falls in love with a reformed criminal working in the church. When she becomes of age and decided to give the man of her dreams her heart, she doesn’t know that she has signed up for the greatest hurt, betrayal, and confusion she would ever experience. Skeletons of her boyfriend’s past decide to crawl out of the closet and all she ever believed in is shattered. She doesn’t know that she is moving from one criminal to another when she makes the mistake of marrying the Permanent Secretary in the Ministry of Finance until she learns that her husband is the real criminal, not the boyfriend she let go.
This is Heddie’s story, the school girl that Kennedy Maina meets towards the end of Twisted Times: Son of Man.
 
On 31 October 2019 – that’s when this story gets out and Hedwig spills the beans about her secret life.
 
PRE-ORDER today to be the first to get the copy on 31 October 2019. It’s only Ksh. 600 (Paybill No. 909534 – Mystery Publishers LTD; put your name as the account number).
 
 
 

The Birthday Killer

When you lose someone you love, a part of you is lost. I have seen it in my short illustrious career in the police’s Special Crimes Unit. Every time I tell someone that their lover, spouse, child, or parent is dead, I watch them shatter before me. Some of them vent their anger on me, or on the police, the government. In another life, I must have been the Angel of Sorrow.

Isolation in Intimacy

In my isolation, I love you the most. Not when I am with you. I don’t touch you when we sleep, even when awake, and no cuddling. Only when we make love. At that time, I feel like I don’t need anything else. I love you, I whisper. In the cold silence afterwards, I wish you say it back.

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