FESTIVE SERIES: Festival Fever by Feyi Aina #historicalromance #freereads @funminiran

Welcome to the Love Africa Book Club Festive series. From now until the end of the year we will be sharing our specially selected stories celebrating love during African festivities. These stories are about hope and joy and goodwill. Of course, they are all love stories and include happy endings.

Next up, we have Festival Fever by Feyi Aina. Historical romance is one of my favourite genres and I'm always excited to read one set in Africa. In this story, Feyi captures the fervour of new love beautifully and entwines it with the excitement associated with a harvest festival. I would love to read more about these characters and settings. I hope you enjoy this.

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Love, Kiru xx


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From the moment Korede sets eyes on Arewa, he is smitten by her eccentricity and beauty. Everything she touches seems to bloom, the harvest is bountiful, and the people of Ewe are excited about the harvest festival. However, trouble looms on the horizon.

Korede had heard of being angry and seeing red, but he saw it for the first time that evening.

Two fiery spots appeared before his eyes as the boy seated next to Arewa leaned in and nudged her shoulders.

Arewa chuckled. A soft hushed sound that brightened the mood in the otherwise silent canoe, if only for a moment.

It drew a smile from her neighbour and a scowl from Korede.

He wanted to slap the back of the interloper’s oblong head with an oar and send his eyes spinning out of their sockets.

It wasn’t the boy’s fault, though.

Arewa was doing everything she could to make Korede envious, and he was sick of it.

The starless sky over the russet waters of the river beneath them spread out like a thick, dark carpet overhead. It was black, gloomy, and discouraging, a reflection of his mood though the moon sent down a pale yellow shimmer, lighting the way.