jewel from the ghetto
Jewel from the Ghetto
She was not rich. She was not educated. She was nobody from the ghetto. He was not poor. He was not uneducated. He was highly-placed and born into wealth. She was a jewel in an unlikely place. He stumbled into the unlikely place. She saw him. He found her. He saw nothing else—no boundaries, no barriers, only possibilities! She touched him. It sent bolts of electric charges through him and flung him across oceans and mountains to cloud nine. He felt like pulling her close and kissing her succulent lips affectionately. The feeling was mutual. Her searching look spotted something deep inside him; it was an inextinguishable fire and it consumed her in an instance. It sent sparkling currents down her spine and took her breath away. Her legs wobbled. Her strength waned. She could only pray she didn't fall; she had never felt anything this strong before. On a second thought, falling might be a good idea. It only had to be falling into his strong arms and being whisked away into the land of fairy-tales! But wait a minute! What if in the process of finding love, Simisola incurred the wrath of the wild, ever-scheming, 'Slay Queen', Shakirah? Or she had to contend with the rejection of the super-rich and highly opinionated Mrs. Williams? Or the schemes of the popular but hubristic American-trained TV presenter, Nicole? If you enjoy reading about fast-paced romance full of suspense, twists-and-turns, and the hullabaloo of street life, then purchase this book.