Yoo hoo all!
I hope you have all been fabulous.
It is with great pleasure and even greater relief to say that I have submitted Phases for a final edit! I am so happy for the book rest because I was losing the ability to judge how effective my cuts, additions and overall flow were – I am ecstatic for fresh eyes on the manuscript!
Regarding a release date, I am thinking the first week in March for the Kindle edition. I initially aimed for Phases to be released this month but, owing to a few technical glitches (of the mind, that is), I did not stay on track with my edit submission date – sorry about me!
Anyway! As promised, here is an excerpt from Phases. My protagonist, Eva, has called her ex-boyfriend’s best friend – with whom she shares a mutual dislike – to find out about her chances of getting her ex back. N.B. the best friend is not cute; you’ll know what I mean by the time you get to the end of the dialogue.
Enjoy! I hope it makes you excited to read Phases; I loved writing it 🙂
XO Kunmi Daniel
“Eva! To what do I owe the pleasure?!”
At the sound of Joseph’s fake, overly-jovial tone, white-hot rage seared through me and I literally had to bite my tongue to prevent a tirade of abuse from escaping my mouth. I knew that every last word we exchanged would be relayed to Avery and I wanted to sound sane.
“Well, I’m sure you may have a clue… How are you, though?”
“Yeah, great babe; same old, same old – you know how it is!”
Babe, ew. I was already fed up.
“Indeed. How’s Avery?”
He let out a puff of air that was so forced, it sounded like he was blowing raspberries. I held the phone away from my ear and tried to remain calm.
“He’s…good, he’s good, considering.” His voice went up an octave when he said the word “good” – fucking idiot.
“Good” I parroted, also raising my voice an octave. “I would call him, but I know he’s pissed at me right now…but I miss him and want to know that he’s okay.” I hated myself for showing vulnerability to Joseph .
He chuckled, then tried to mask it with a cough. I prickled from my feet up, but said nothing.
“Um, yeah, sorry – yep, he’s fine. Anyway, I‘m trying my best to make sure he is.” He cleared his throat.
I promised myself that I would not rise to his bait. I would have loved to be informed of his methods, but I could hazard a guess. Joseph spent money, drank and flitted between different women to feel better; somehow, I could not see him encouraging Avery to sojourn in a yoga retreat. I was, however, losing the battle to cool – and fast. I was stupid to think that this phone call would be anything other than a bad idea. I shook my head as I remembered imagining Joseph and I laughing at the silliness of the situation, Joseph telling me Avery missed me and wanted me back and me hanging up, thinking: “Wow, Joseph’s actually not bad” – pathetic. I sighed and dropped the pretence.
“Why did you laugh?”
“What?” he did a good job of sounding incredulous.
“I heard you. You laughed; why?”
The briskness in my tone made him laugh openly: “That’s more like the Eva I know.”
“You don’t know me” I spat.
“I know enough” he smirked. That rocked me; images of Avery bitching about me over bottles of Cîroc flew into my mind. I forced them out, I could deal with them later; right now, I had ground to recover and I wanted an icy mind.
“Well, that makes the both of us.”
He hesitated for the smallest moment, but I had been hunting it and caught it, delighted.
“You’re talking shit; Avery would never talk about me to you.”
“Would he not?” I teased, rolling my trump card around my tongue; savouring it before I devastated Joseph with it. “How is Courtney?”
He made a sound between a whimper and a choke, and then failed to disguise it with another staged cough. Kicking him in his balls would have had no greater effect. I giggled, pleased with myself – over to you, Joseph.
“Whatever; none of you are irreplaceable.”
I bristled at the implication, but ignored it. “Aww, that may be as so, but I heard you really liked that one.”
“Trust me, Eva, we’re not struggling out here.”
It took every ounce of restraint not to ask him what he meant by “we”; I was becoming upset at the revelation he was inching towards and wanted to wrap the call up.
“I don’t doubt it, Joseph; it’s obviously those devilish good looks of yours that keeps the ladies around.”
“No, it’s Avery’s, and I’m just glad I’ve got my wingman back… You be good, now.”
He hung up.