About Me

My photo
London
I’m Stella, Author & Publisher of 40 Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels. I’ve been married to my too-hot-to-handle, sexy husband for over 23 years, we have two adult children to God’s glory and live in London, UK. My romance stories feature sexy heroes who have hearts and souls and curvy heroines who are smart and know what they want. My lively, flawed characters who on their quest to find love will elevate your pulse rate, make your heart skip here & there, so that you’ll laugh, shed a tear sometimes and gasp for breath as their story unfolds. If an emotionally intense happy-ever-after is what you want coupled with a sprinkling of life lessons, turn to chapter one now & start reading. When I'm not writing, I'm having a laugh watching movies with my honey-boo, swimming like a star fish, or on mom duties with my grown-ups, or praising God in my own corner of the world. I dare you to read any or all of my steamy romance stories. I’ll love to hear from you.

🔥🔥 Read any Flirty & Feisty Romance Novel & get Wowed! 🔥🔥

🔥🔥 Read any Flirty & Feisty Romance Novel & get Wowed! 🔥🔥
Feel the heat & chemistry, then laugh, cry, travel to exotic places & drool with suspense!

Download My Sensational Christmas Romance Books, Curl up & Meet My Exciting Characters

Download My Sensational Christmas Romance Books, Curl up & Meet My Exciting Characters
7 Heart-warming Love Stories to Cheer Your Hearts!

Collect My Book Merch

Collect My Book Merch
Hooked by One Curvy Girl Mug

Bernetta Interviews Me on My Bestselling Book! Shout-out to Blazon Books! Like/Share/Comment

#AuthorInterview: Bestselling Author share her writing journey & indie publishing pitfalls.

Are You Single? Find Dating & Relationship Tips on DearStellaTV! Subscribe/Like/Comment/Share

Showing posts with label Single Mum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Single Mum. Show all posts

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Why are There Different Rules for Men & Women?





 
Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels are available on Amazon

 
I AM A WOMAN!!! So what? Why should different rules apply to men and women facing similar situations? Are the expectations entrenched by men alone or men and women?

Someone forwarded this illuminating message to me a few days ago on WhatsApp. And it played on my mind as I thought about the issues raised. So I decided to post it here.

I AM A WOMAN!!!
Domestic Abuse:


I get into an argument with a man (husband), he slaps me, I feel the pain, yet they tell me I provoked him. I should have been quiet, I should have been patient. I should apologize to him.

I get into an argument with a man, I slap him, they tell me I have no respect, no home training. I should have been quiet, I should have been patient. I should apologize to him.
Because I am a woman, I don't have a right to be angry. So, the degree of my innocence is directly proportional to the degree of my silence in the face of oppression and brutality.

Infidelity:

Because I am a woman, my husband cheats on me, I am told to tolerate it to save my marriage. The barbaric and stupid excuse is that ''It is in their nature to cheat, I should slim down (lose weight), dress better (to seduce him), cook better, pray harder and be more pleasant to him."
Photo is courtesy of Pixabay.com

When I cheat, and I'm called a whore, I have committed an abomination, I have no right to look elsewhere for the love and emotional support I lack at home, I am an irresponsible mother.

So I am sent packing, from the home we both built, with all my earthly possessions stuffed into a tiny box on my head. I'm henceforth forbidden from seeing my two older children, I'm lucky to be allowed to go with my little one still suckling on my left breast.

Three years later, the little child is tagged a bastard. Now, my new name is "after-three", because I am a woman.

Career:

He is 28 and runs a company. He's tagged wonderful, hardworking, focused, career and oriented, successful at a very young age.

I am 28 and I run a company , they say: "Hmmmm, she is not even married, unserious, can not order her priorities right, a hustler, loves money, let her go and get a husband, oh."

And I wonder if being successful has anything to do with a person's gender.
Because I am a woman, I'm not allowed to have wits or be a prodigy, I cannot be financially buoyant, professionally successful or be treated with respect without a man beside me.

Then I am tagged a generous leg opener (sleeps around), "a runs girl". They never see the possibility that I actually had to go through ups and downs to get to where I am.
Because I am a woman.


Widowers/Widow:

A man looses his wife to death and remarries a year after, they say he did the right thing, he is praised and congratulated for moving on, after all life is for the living.

A woman looses her husband to death and remarries after 4yrs, they scream: "Ahhh! so early? Are you sure she was not sleeping with that man even when her husband was alive? That was why she killed her husband. She is a witch!" Because she is a woman.

Because I am a woman, this post will be considered controversial, and everyone will try to correct me.But don't forget, that I am a woman and it does not make me less human!!!

Share to respect some woman...Passion '88.

******
Thank God, that these expectations are not from God who created all men and women in his own image. So if  some men think they will get away with treating women like third class citizens, they will get the shock of their lives!!!

So here is a question of my own: Are these expectations for African women only or all women in general?
            

If you have an opinion or answer, please share it. I'm desperate to find out what you think.


******

Photos are from Google.co.uk


Thank you for stopping by. Please share your comments, so I know you stopped by.


It gives me great pleasure to read your views.




You remain unforgettable,

  

Love 

Stella 



Flirty & Feisty Romance 



Our promise...is to deliver an intensely emotional experience you'll never forget.

 



Wednesday, 31 August 2016

#NewRelease: His Ring by @StellaEA #Romance #IR #ASMSG


   Welcome to Book Showcase!



 

Amazon USAmazon UK, Okada Books & Smashwords 

 
With a heart full of praise to God, I announce the release of my new interracial novel, titled His Ring ~ A Sweet & SteamyRomance.

In this story, you will meet Esohe Osawe, a woman in denial of the sizzling attraction growing within her and Yomi Alade, a man who fully intends to capture her heart. But their journey is not drama-free. Join Esohe and Alade as they work through their emotions in His Ring.

Genre: Romance/Contemporary/Interracial/Multicultural
 
Price: 99c
 
 
ISBN 13: 978-1537130552
 
 

 

~ A Flirty & Feisty Romance Novel ~

 There’s no Denying the Sizzling Attraction
 
Peeping out from her bedroom window to watch the tattoos on Yomi's chiselled chest and the play of muscles across his abs and arms as he works out, is Esohe’s guilty pleasure. But she denies her sensual attraction for good reasons.
Okada Books
Her son, her work and re-settling in town are all she cares about.  But as days turn into weeks, can she stop thinking about the man who has her emotions tangled?


One woman is all the sexy Yomi Alade wants and he will give anything to have her. Only she is smart, intelligent and out of his reach. When he finds out there's an opening in her new home, he quickly shows up to offer his service. Now he must figure out how to spoon the dark beauty to his side and never let her go. But there are truths she must not uncover.

~ From the Author of INDECENT ~
 
 
 
 
 
Ignoring her son’s sulky expression, Esohe made a quick call to her office and told them she was running late.
 
‘Alright Shawn, I’ll take you school today. Get dressed and come down for breakfast.’
 
‘Mum, I don’t think you should bother,’ her son said as he pulled on his blazer and knotted his tie in front of the giant-sized framed mirror.
 
Shawn was only in year five, but he acted as if he was in sixth form. He must have inherited the attitude from his grand mum because she had been quite level-headed at his age.
 
‘Why not? I’m your mum and I want to fix you breakfast. I accept that I haven’t been around much since we moved in here, but I want to start to repair that lapse now.’
 
 Picking up her bag and keys from the floor, she ran down the stairs. Looking at her wristwatch, she reckoned Shawn still had well over twenty minutes before he had to be in school.
 
At the foot of the stairs, she came to a screeching halt. The sight a few yards in front of her left her speechless and breathless in one fell swoop.
 
In her bespoke kitchen, the man she’d seen through her bedroom window picking weeds and digging flower beds only an hour ago in stained green t-shirt, dark shorts, muddy boots and gloves now looked like a celebrity TV chef preparing breakfast on live television.
 
Now dressed in a white long sleeve shirt—rolled up to reveal complicated tattoos on his fore­arms­—and blue jeans, Yomi had her purple apron tied low on his waist. Music filtered out from the surrounding speakers and he moved his head to the tune.
 
At her drooling mouth, Yomi flashed her a winning grin as he stirred the bubbling liquid in the milk pan on the five ring induction gas hob.
 
Looking to her left on the breakfast bar where they ate quick meals, there were two plates set, complete with cutlery and mugs. Taking in the scene, she understood why her son had dismissed her belated offer to prepare his breakfast.
 
Her gardener had extended his scope of work to providing breakfast for her son and doing school runs behind her back. Yomi had practically taken over the running of her home.
 
Moved to tears, she covered her face with both hands. Embarrassment and a tinge of anger warred within her. She could not put her finger on exactly what she found so appalling about the scenario playing out in front of her.
 
While she stood like a robot on the last step, Shawn came bounding down the stairs, looking at his wristwatch at the same time.
‘Hi mate,’ Yomi called out to Shawn who was pulling his schoolbag over one shoulder.
 
In her head, Yomi’s voice was like hot syrup flowing through her veins. Confused and shocked, she searched for the best way to tackle the problem.
 
If she asked her handsome gardener to get out of her kitchen, she risked offending her son who was obviously settled into the routine of eating hot, freshly prepared meals for breakfast.
 
‘Come over and join us, Mum,’ Shawn called out as he dumped his bag on the black Ceaserstone Quartz worktop.
 
‘Never mind, I’m sure Yomi doesn’t have enough for three,’ she said in a faint whisper.
 
‘There’s always extra. Isn’t there an extra portion left, Yomi?’ her son asked, as he went round and pumped the gardener on the arm like chummy friends did.
 
Her stomach almost fell out. ‘This isn’t happening,’ she muttered under her breath. Yomi was not Shawn’s friend by any stretch of imagination. He was here to tend her garden not to play buddy to her son.
 
In fact, what scared her more was the thought of Yomi playing dad to her son.
 
 
 
 

 


 
 
 
 
 

******

Thank you for visiting my blog. Please leave comments, so I know you dropped by. I love reading from you.

You are deeply appreciated.

I wish you a romantic week.

Love 
Stella 
 
 
 

******

Flirty & Feisty Romance 



Our promise...is to deliver an intensely emotional experience you'll never forget.

 
 
 
 



DearStellaTV - Like/Subscribe/Share/Comment

Queenie Interviews Me! Shout-out to Queenie Clem! Like/Share/Comment

DearStellaTV - Romance Channel - Like/Share/Comment/Subscribe!

Relationship Tips on GLTVChat - Like/Subscribe/Share with Friends/Comment

Few of My Books - Shout-out to Gold Dust Editing! Like/Share/Subscribe!