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Friday, September 5, 2014

The Works of Danielle-Claude

TITLE – Bird of Prey
SERIES – Sémya Slotin Mystery #1
AUTHOR – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
GENRE – International Thriller mystery/Women’s Fiction/ Crime fiction
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 200 pages/ 51000 words
PUBLISHER – Ever After Edition
COVER ARTIST – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba

18+ adult content
This was supposed to be an easy case...
Sémya Slotin had spent the last three years living in London with her best friend Polliannah Koch staying away from
solving cases. After Hawaii, she was taking a break from puzzles, cases and mysteries that could potentially get her
killed. Instead, she had been doing her second and third favorite things, drinking and selling expensive vintage wines
and having earth-shattering sex with the mysterious, sexy, beautiful but ever so secretive Josh Heinz. Life in London was
good....until her funds ran out. Too much wine drinking, not enough wine selling!
 When fashion designer and adoptive mother, Annika Slotin, summoned her back to Paris to hire her for what Sémya
considered being the easiest case of her amateur sleuth career, all she could think of and see was money signs and a
well-deserved Cuban holiday once it was solved.
What Sémya didn't see was her stumbling on the fresh corpse of supermodel Johanna Cartier. She didn't think that male
model turned fashion designer Julian Marais-Caldwin, who also happened to be Sémya's ex, would be suspected of
brutally murdering her. Johanna was his girlfriend, his muse and he loved her. Sémya didn't see the dead bodies piling
up or the conspiracy theories.
Sémya was a little rusty. But then again, it was supposed to be an easy case and she was going to solve it. One vintage
wine at a time... Sémya Slotin was officially back in business!

Diesel: http://www.diesel-ebooks.com/item/SW00000356864/Ngontang-Mba-Danielle-Claude-Bird-Of-Prey/1.html
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/356864
Amazon: http://goo.gl/yTliyR
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bird-of-prey-danielle-claude-ngontang-mba/1116913269?
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/bird-of-prey-2
Ibookstore: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/bird-of-prey/id706475492?mt=11
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18224451-bird-of-prey

Excerpt (R rated)
Sémya hesitated a few times before knocking on Josh’s door. She knew she shouldn’t have just left
with Julian like that yesterday but Josh was fine and Julian wasn’t. Julian was a colossal mess. He cried
in her arms more times that she would ever care to remember. She hated narcotics but was so very
grateful for them last night. They put Julian temporary out of his misery. She sneaked out before he got
a chance to talk to her this morning.
“What!” Josh said when he flung the door open. Josh was a bit of a night owl and was usually
sleeping past noon. She could have sworn that he was thinking about slamming it back to her face when
he saw her. “What?” He loosely wrapped his sheet around his hips. He was blocking the entrance.
“You either close the door or let me in Heinz, the suspense is killing me,” Sémya said to him, one
eyebrow raised. He shut the door. She was too shocked to react and by the time she was ready to yell at
him, he opened the door again. This time he was wearing jeans. “That was fucking rude!”
He walked to his kitchen and turned the coffee machine on. “What do you want Sémya?” He looked
at her entering his studio and closing the door behind her.
“About yesterday at the police station... sorry I didn’t say goodbye before leaving with Julian,” she
said. She joined him. “He was in bad shape at the end of the int–”
“Or called,” Josh interrupted, serving himself a large cup of coffee. It didn’t look like he was going to
offer her some.
“Or called,” she repeated.
“Or texted,” he said.
“Or texted,” she repeated.
“Good, you made your point. What do you want from me?” he said. He waved his phone around,
“You could have called or texted the apology.”
“You know what, if you don’t quit being such an asshole this will be the last conversation the two of
us will ever have,” she lashed out.
“Fine leave! Release me!” He said matching her tone and almost smashed his cup on the table. His
nostrils were flaring and his eyes were almost yellow. Sémya had never been so turned on in her entire
life. His breathing was as fast as hers and she could see his erection begging to be set free from his half
fastened jeans.
They were silently sizing up each other, wondering who would be the one ending their self-impose
torture. Sémya’s entire body was aching. Her nipples were so hard her thin camisole was teasing them.
She let out a small sigh while savouring the feeling. And that was all it took for Josh to walk her way.
He kept walking until he successfully backed her to the door. With nowhere to go Sémya raised on
her tiptoes... she had been yearning for the taste of his mouth since the moment she stepped inside his
studio. He pulled her up and wrapped her legs around him. “Why don’t you wear dresses like a regular
girl,” he groaned pressing his erection as much as he possibly could against her centre.
She moaned back and desperately found his lips. This was what she had wanted. She wrapped her
arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, sucking his tongue, licking his lips, making them both more
aroused by the second. He abruptly broke their kiss to take one of her breasts in his mouth and hungrily
started sucking it. She groaned, shrieked and moaned so loudly, she was expecting the neighbours to
show up. “Josh...” she pleaded again as she arched her back to the door.
He successfully removed both of their jeans and plunged inside her. “Sémya,” he groaned as he kept
moving faster and deeper, holding on to her against the door.
Sémya was holding on to him as much as she could, digging her nails in, biting his shoulders, crossing
her legs even more behind his back. “Oh...my...God!” she screamed when she felt her body contracting
around Josh’s. The release was pure heaven...
“Oh...Sémya!” he groaned a few seconds later. She didn’t know how they could still be standing after
that performance. Her entire body was numb and alert at the same time. He miraculously found the bed
and collapsed on it with her.
“Don’t!” she said keeping him even closer when he wanted to pull away. She could feel him growing
hard inside her again.
“Is that all you want from me?” he let out. He was obviously struggling for control.
She caressed his beautiful face and softly kissed him. “That’s all I want right now.”

TITLE – The Plot Thickens
SERIES – Sémya Slotin Mystery #2
AUTHOR – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
GENRE – International Thriller mystery/Women’s Fiction/ Crime fiction
PUBLICATION DATE – December 27th
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 23000 words/ 110 pages
PUBLISHER – Ever After Edition
COVER ARTIST – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
18+ adult content
What happened while Semya Slotin and Josh Heinz were busy solving Johanna Cartier's murder in Bird Of Prey?
Polliannah's story... When Polliannah Koch Guryev meets John Allen, she thinks that she's finally found her Prince
Charming a tall, blond and handsome banker. What could go wrong?
John Allen has a job to do and getting closer to the beautiful Miss Koch Guryev is supposed to be a means to an end. But
then they fall in love. He's a hit man on a mission, she's the sister of his targets. What possible future could they have?
Now he and his Russian Princess have to leave London for their safety. But it may already be too late for them...
Note: Not a standalone, you need to read Bird of Prey first.
Diesel http://www.diesel-ebooks.com/item/SW00000390447/Ngontang-Mba-Danielle-Claude-The-Plot-Thickens/
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/390447
Amazon: http://goo.gl/yTliyR
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-plot-thickens-danielle-claude-ngontang-mba/1118425249?
Ibookstore: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/the-plot-thickens/id788388070?mt=11
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19086679-the-plot-thickens

Excerpt (R rated)
Polliannah looked at her wedding ring. She was alone in her big, king size bed. Technically it was
still her honeymoon. Technically John Allen was her husband. And she still loved him... God help her
but she did. It said a lot about her and her choice of men. Now are you going to spend the rest of the
night debating how mentally disturbed you might be or are you going to get your husband off the sofa,
She left the bedroom and walked to the living room sofa. She stopped a couple of meters away. If
she came too close he might think she was a threat and do something rather reckless. That was how
much she knew about their world. “John,” she softly called out.
He opened his eyes right away. “What’s wrong?” He sat up right away adjusting his view in the dark.
“Come to bed, Mr. Allen,” she told him.
He didn’t say a thing back. He just got up and followed her inside and put his gun on the night table.
She quietly removed his shirt and unzipped his pants. Once he stood completely naked before her, she
took off her nightdress and guided him back to bed. “Polli, we don’t have to.”
“Yes we do. You don’t want to keep me anymore?” she asked him.
“You know I do but–” She put her finger on his lips.
“We will figure it out then,” she said before kissing him. They both gently fell on the bed still
passionately kissing. “I want to keep you too,” she whispered against his lips.
He groaned back but tenderly explored her body with his hands and his mouth, “You are my
salvation,” he moaned.
She trembled, she moaned. She could feel his love and she didn’t want to let go of it. Why couldn’t
she have a happy ending too? What was so wrong with her? Nobody was perfect. He was no better or
worse than her brothers. We will find a way... She tackled him onto the bed and slowly took him inside
her. There were no more lies, no more secrets between them, they were completely naked. She started
to move and didn’t stop until her whole body imploded and escaped through each of its cell.
He felt it too, she could tell. He slowly rose up to kiss her, “We’ll find a way,” he mumbled before
starting to make her move again.

TITLE – Polliannah Got Married!
SERIES – Sémya Slotin Mystery #3
AUTHOR – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
GENRE – International Thriller mystery/Women’s Fiction/ Crime fiction
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 69000 words/ 260 pages
PUBLISHER – Ever After Edition
COVER ARTIST – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
18+ adult content
The truth this time, and nothing but the truth...
Polliannah Koch Guryev is in trouble and her boyfriend is dead. It's not the first time amateur sleuth Sémya Slotin finds
herself on the first plane to rescue her best friend, but nothing's prepared her for what she finds in Toronto. Polliannah
is a widow and her late husband John Allen was a hit man for the powerful Dovos family. What did they want from her?
Why is this happening? One thing they do know: their carefree life back in London is officially over.
Sémya’s long-time boyfriend Josh Heinz knows more than he lets on, but as usual he’s not telling her anything. In fact,
everyone knows more but nobody’s talking. But that never stops Sémya Slotin, Detective Extraordinaire, from finding
out the truth beneath the lies...
But at what cost? Old conspiracies and secrets resurface that put them all in peril. Sémya’s worst fears about her
relationship with Josh and his past are confirmed, and the rift between them may never heal.
Sémya and Polliannah’s world is falling apart. Will they be able to come out of this stronger?
Oh, and did I mention that Polliannah got married?
Note: This book is part of the series and is not a complete standalone. However, it
could be enjoyed without reading Bird of Prey and The Plot Thickens first.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20803650-polliannah-got-married
Amazon: http://goo.gl/zzwsHk
BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/polliannah-got-married-danielle-claude-ngontang-mba/1120079479?
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/454841
iBookstore: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/polliannah-got-married!/id897126748?mt=11

EXCERPT (R rated)
She shivered involuntary. Colin would be here soon. “Dressing me up makes Polliannah happy and
right now I’ll do about anything to make her happy,” she said. Even wearing a dress so short, it might
give Colin the wrong idea. And Vincent, he had that predatory look in his eyes. She knew all too well
what happened when he looked at her like that.
“How is she?” he asked. His expression softened a little.
“As well as expected I guess three weeks after losing her husband,” she shrugged back. “She had a
“Yeah Polliannah got married!” he chuckled back.
“I can’t believe she got married before me,” she said thinking out loud. He gave her smug look back.
“It’s not like I’m thinking about marriage. The women in my family were not very lucky when it comes
to marriage. I like things the way they are,” she said and vigorously nodded her head. “Yes, why would I
ever think about getting married?”
Vincent smiled, “I always believed that it would be a beach wedding. You look lovely under the
sunset when your skin is glowing almost golden. You’re not a dress person, a beautiful long off white
sarong around your waist. I’m all for topless and garlands but I don’t think flashing the minister would
be a good idea. No shoes of course, your hair would be loose and long... well it has always been just a
thought,” he said still smiling at her.
Sémya felt her eyes makeup prickling her, “You thought about it.” She was slowly walking towards
“Three and a half years Sémya, what do you think I was thinking about?” he said. He caressed her
face once she was in front of him.
“I had no idea, Vincent... that was the problem,” she said. She took his hand and tangled it with hers.
“Sémya... you, always you... forever you,” he said. He sounded so desperate, so sad. Where was the
big strong Vincent now?
“Vincent...” She let go of his hand to lower his face to hers and the moment their lips touched
everything changed. There were colours in the room once more. Her world had been dull and grey
for the past three weeks and she only noticed it now. She deepened the kiss, moaning each time their
tongues touched. She felt delicious sparks all over her body. She needed to feel his hands all over
her. She wanted to feel him inside her so badly. She needed to feel whole again. She started to walk
backward until they hit the desk. “I need you...,” she moaned against his lips and unfastened his jeans.
“Babe... I’m here. I never left you,” he groaned and set on her desk. He fondled and massaged her
hair dropping kisses along her neck, “Sémya... I want you,” he said when his jeans dropped on the floor.
Sémya look at his erection and brought it to her, “I want you too Vincent, so much,” she whispered
in his ear and let him plunged into her. They both let out a primal growl, trembling, trying to find their
balance but refusing to stop moving. Their lips never parted as if it would break their connection if it did.
Sémya couldn’t remember the last time she felt like herself, so free... I’ve missed you so much. She felt a
wave of passion, lust and love hit her and threw her head back letting out a moan.
She was still basking in that wave when she heard Vincent groaning against her neck. “I love you so
much, Sémya.”
It was just too much for her to handle and it finally happened... Sémya felt those tears she had been
holding back for the past three weeks rolling on her cheeks. She couldn’t stop them from falling down
and began to weep uncontrollably still in Vincent’s arm.
“Babe, what’s going on?” he asked. She could hear the panic in his voice, but wasn’t able to answer;
instead she kept weeping even more.

TITLE – Vincent Mallory Edgerton
SERIES – Sémya Slotin Mystery #4
AUTHOR – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
GENRE – International Thriller mystery/Women’s Fiction/ Crime fiction
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 300 pages/ 79000 words
PUBLISHER – Ever After Edition
COVER ARTIST – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
18+ adult content
The pursuit of peace is not always pacific.
Vincent Mallory Edgerton had always been an efficient FREGG operative. It was his family legacy and his pride. He had
always loved his job, even when he had to leave everything behind for his safety and become Josh Heinz.
Every love story has a beginning.
Sémya Slotin had been coasting through life solving one mystery after another. While in Hawaii, her young protégée
disappeared. When Sémya met Josh Heinz, her mind kept telling her to stay away from the handsome stranger with the
hypnotic light brown eyes but she found herself inexplicably drawn to him. He awakened something in her and she was
unable to resist him. It never happened to her before. Who was that man?
In Hawaii, Vincent had to work covertly with the sexy bold sleuth. Sémya’s beauty and intellect completely enthralled
him, but his passion and growing love for her also changed him. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to finally win her
trust and keep her safe, causing him to unleash events that would shape the rest of their lives. From the moment their
gazes locked, Sémya and Vincent sealed their fate.
Note: This book is part of the series and is not a standalone. You might be able
to enjoy without reading Bird of Prey and The Plot Thickens first BUT I really advise to read Polliannah Got Married! first.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21852430-vincent-mallory-edgerton
Amazon: http://goo.gl/iqgYkX
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/vincent-mallory-edgerton
BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/vincent-mallory-edgerton-danielle-claude-ngontang-mba/1119979904?
Smashowrds: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/456751
Ibookstore: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/vincent-mallory-edgerton/id900298029?mt=11

EXCERPT (R rated)
He patiently waited for Sémya to catch up with him. He could see her villa from where he was
standing but they had to turn left and he wasn’t supposed to know that. The temperature had dropped
and she put on thin blouse. Her hair was flowing in the wind. Without thinking he took her hand but let
her lead the way. “So you didn’t answer me. Why do you need a driver?”
Sémya looked at their hands entwined and caressed his with her fingers. The gesture aroused him. “I
failed the driving test about thirty times and in more than one country,” she mumbled back, her cheeks
were a little flushed by the revelation. “I cannot drive.” She bit her lower lip.
Oh... he could write songs about her beautiful lips. “You were asking about my story earlier,” he said
still looking at her lips. “My parents died when I was very young and I’ve been raising myself ever since.”
Sémya looked at him and stopped in front of her villa, “Why the ink?” She gently stroked his arm with
her free hand.
 He leaned down. Please don’t be another assassin. “Why not?” She looked into his eyes then his
mouth, back to his eyes again. They both startled when the small gate beeped and opened. She walked
inside her property without breaking eye contact. “Sémya, what a big villa you have,” he said, following
Sémya smiled, guiding him toward the pool, “All the better to walk around, my child.”
He pulled her against him as they were standing next to the bar. “Sémya, what beautiful, enticing
lips you have.” She felt so good against him. He very slowly bent his head down and passed his tongue
across her lips. “Sémya, what delicious lips you have,” he moaned. He had been thinking about doing
this for two whole days. She tasted just like he imagined her to or even better. He kissed the corner of
her mouth while caressing her jaw and her neck. Her skin was so soft, soft caramel toffee. Sémya was
moaning against him and her hands found his hair. He was about to lose control, “You are so beautiful,”
he said against her lips as she massaged his scalp. They were both trembling and they hadn’t even kissed
yet. He ran his hands on her shoulders and slowly down to her back before groping her ass and pressing
her against his erection. She let the sexiest shriek out and he covered it with his mouth.
Fuck, that’s a kiss... the moment their lips touched they both moaned and sighed. Sémya brought him
even closer, teasing him with her tongue and Vincent deepened the kiss. He tasted, he nibbled, and he
teased back. His hands were stroking her bare back and he removed her blouse. “You taste wonderful,
Heinz,” Sémya moaned when they came up for air. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his neck. She
hungrily removed his shirt and backed away until she hit the bar, “Show me,” she groaned, mischief and
lust in her eyes.
Vincent shook his head removed her bikini top instead revealing her small round breasts. He freed
her from her pants and she stood in front of him in her back garden wearing only sexy black boxer
shorts. She might just be the sexiest woman he had ever seen, “My God Sémya, you take my breath
away.” He kissed her again before she had a chance to say something. She clung to him and he set her
on the bar, placing himself between her legs. He never wanted a woman more than he wanted Sémya
Slotin. He left her wonderful mouth for her breasts, sucking them softly first then with all the passion he
felt erupting inside him. He heard her moans and that excited him so much, he lowered his pants and
found one of condoms Clyde gave him. This was insane; so unlike him, having sex like this in the open.
But he couldn’t wait... He brought his hard shaft against her and groaned against her breast, licking the
valley between them.
“Oh yes,” Sémya groaned even louder, pushing herself forward. She unceremoniously removed her
boxer and let him plunge into her. “Fuck yes...”
“Fuck yes...” Vincent repeated. She was warm and tight around him. He opened her legs even more
and got even deeper, “Sémya,” he breathed in her ear and she shivered in his arms. He started to pound
her frantically. He had no control over any of this, he was feeling too much, too fast. Each stroke drove
him closer to utter madness. Sémya’s head was resting on his shoulder, kissing, nibbling, biting him,
matching each of his strokes, and asking him to go faster, deeper. He lifted her up from the bar and
wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing her so close to him, Vincent felt like they melted together.
And then it happened... He felt and heard her release while his came crashing down and almost knocked
him down. “God, Sémya,” he babbled, trying to recover from what he had just experienced.
“I second that,” Sémya said, searching and finding his mouth
This Could Have Been Our Song! - book One
“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
“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
“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.
This Would Have Been Our Song! - book Two
IX. Marcus - As Doddy Grant always says, carry on my wayward sons!
I slowly take Lucia lips before deepening the kiss... so deep I’m not even sure how we’re breathing. But
here we are in my bedroom, always in my bedroom, wrestling each other clothes off. I’ve missed her so
much; I haven’t seen her in days. I push her on the bed but she takes me with her in her fall. “Naughty
boy! Raising your lovely hand on a defenceless woman...” she whispers in my ear and licks it.
I’m melting and getting so hard at the same time. I didn’t even know it was possible. “Temptress, you’re
a lot of thing but you’re never defenceless. Right now you’re killing me,” I moan back. I hungrily start
on her perfect luscious breasts before taking care of the rest of her. Her hands are scratching my back
when they’re not pulling my hair. “I love you so much,” I let out against her mouth and she locks her legs
around me.
“You’re all talk, talk, talk... Prove it, Mercutio,” she grins back looking straight into my eyes. She
masterfully wiggles and somehow I’m inside her, “That’s better.”
“Luce, are you for real,” I moan and start moving.
“You...tell...me,” she groans. We move faster, deeper, in pure ecstasy but Temptress has decided to test
my endurance.
“Luce, please,” I beg, sweat dripping from my forehead.
“It’s completely up to you,” she laughs back. She softly, tenderly, slowly kisses me and we come
“I’m dreaming again, am I?” I ask her out of breath still in my own daze.
She straddles me, her long straightened hair covering her breasts, “What do you think?”
I’m thinking that Lucia is wearing her hair short and curly right now. I’m thinking– “I don’t care!” I lean
up and bring her even closer. “As far as I’m concerned you’re here right now with me.”

TITLE – This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda woulda shoulda ballad...
SERIES – Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song #1
AUTHOR – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
GENRE – Women’s fiction, Chicklit
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 93000 words/ 400 pages
PUBLISHER – Ever After Edition
COVER ARTIST – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
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!
Note: Cliff-hanger, family saga, Happy for now ending
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TITLE – This Would Have Been Our Song! Catchy tunes and dancers’ tales
SERIES – Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song #2
AUTHOR – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
GENRE – Women’s fiction, Chicklit
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 90000 words/ 350 pages
PUBLISHER – Ever After Edition
COVER ARTIST – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
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?
Note: Cliff-hanger, family saga, Happy for now ending
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I’m over 30.
I was born in Quebec City, Canada.
I grew up in France and in Gabon.
I speak English & French fluently.
Pizza is my favorite dish.
Black Forest Cake is my favorite dessert.
I met Michael Jackson when I was eleven.
I loathe vodka but love gin, wine and tequila.
I'm obsessed with Robbie Williams and Michael Fassbender.
I call Toronto my home.
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