Unoma Nwankwor invites you to the home of the DuBois- Arazis :Tweede Kans Cove. A small town near the Mid Atlas Mountains of Morocco. For the Christmas season or all year round, take a take a trip to the town where love, almost always gets a second chance.
She’s desperate to escape the holidays. He’s finally ready to come home. But love doesn’t care about perfect timing—it just asks for a second chance.
A heartwarming, second-chance holiday romance set in the charming Moroccan town of Tweede Kans Cove.
Yasmine DuBois-Arazi has survived a lot—but nothing tests her resolve like Christmas. Each year, she flees her beloved hometown to avoid the season’s painful reminders. But when she’s suddenly tasked with running Tweede Kans Cove’s biggest charity event, staying put becomes unavoidable. And so does facing the one man she swore to forget.
Kojo “Keyz” Sarbah walked away from everything—his past, his pain, and her. Now a celebrated music producer, he’s built a name the world knows… but the one woman who ever truly mattered still won’t speak his. After a near-death experience shatters his walls, he returns to the place he once called home. To make peace. To say what he should have said years ago.
In a town built on fresh starts and holiday miracles, can a broken producer and a guarded event planner rewrite the ending to their love story?
Perfect for fans of sweet, emotional Christmas romances, second chances, and multicultural love with international flair.
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Unoma Nwankwor writes Inspirational Contemporary romances that span Africa and its Diaspora. She weaves romantic tales for readers who enjoy stories centered around faith, family, and the rich culture of Africa. Through the pages, she promises you humor, tight hugs, forehead kisses, and above all else, redemptive, sacrificial love.
Her readers are in love with her unique way of telling stories that capture the essence of her present home base in the USA and her Nigerian culture. Unoma wears many hats, but the one she’s most proud of is, mother of two kids and wife to her film director husband.
You can catch her writing from the comfort of her bedroom nook with a pack of pepperoni slices and a cup of java.
Keep up with Unoma by joining her newsletter on her website.
Kojo continued on to her. As though she could feel a presence behind her, she looked over her shoulder. Catching a glimpse of him, she stopped. Her eyes widened with surprise and then rolled with annoyance.
“Morning, Yas,” he said. He knew he sounded so lame. His boys would clown him if they saw him now. “How are you?”
She glanced at him, then turned to walk away. “What do you want Kojo?”
“Can’t I just want to say good morning and ask how you are?”
She shook her head and took ear buds out of her pocket and stuffed them in her ears.
Kojo chuckled. She had always been petty. “That’s childish Yas. Come on. We can at least be civil.”
She continued to walk away, not answering him. He glanced up to the sky, whispered a plea for help and jogged up to her. He reached out to touch her arm which halted her steps. Her eyes narrowed and a crease graced her forehead. Nothing she did would scare him off as he deserved it all.
“Okay, you have my attention. What?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Okay.” She turned.
He grabbed her arm. “It’s me KJ,” he pleaded, using the nickname she had given him when they were teenagers.
“No, you’re not. What’s it they call you now?” She placed her index finger over her lips, then snapped her fingers. “Oh yes, Keyz.”
“I deserve that. All I ask for is one dinner.”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Coffee? Tea? Fekkas? A sandwich?” He continued to run down the options, but she shook her head at each one. “Yas, come on. It’s Christmas, the season of giving. Just give me your time for conversation. I can explain and I deeply apologize.”
She laughed. “Didn’t they tell you I don’t do Christmas?”
“You what? Since when? You would get a little sad the day before Christmas, but you always enjoyed the season.” He knew something about her was different, but this was ridiculous. Didn’t she see what a wonderful gift God gave them with the birth of Christ?
“Kojo—”
“KJ,” he corrected her.
“Hein? I’m not calling you that—”
“Why? Brings back too many memories?” he teased.
She folded her arms across her chest. He must have struck a nerve because that was her defense stance. In that moment, he knew that this wasn’t the way to get to her. He was going to have to force her to listen to him
Unoma Nwankwor writes Inspirational Contemporary romances that span Africa and its Diaspora. She weaves romantic tales for readers who enjoy stories centered around faith, family, and the rich culture of Africa. Through the pages, she promises you humor, tight hugs, forehead kisses, and above all else, redemptive, sacrificial love.
Her readers are in love with her unique way of telling stories that capture the essence of her present home base in the USA and her Nigerian culture. Unoma wears many hats, but the one she’s most proud of is, mother of two kids and wife to her film director husband.
You can catch her writing from the comfort of her bedroom nook with a pack of pepperoni slices and a cup of java.
Keep up with Unoma by joining her newsletter on her website.
Kojo continued on to her. As though she could feel a presence behind her, she looked over her shoulder. Catching a glimpse of him, she stopped. Her eyes widened with surprise and then rolled with annoyance.
“Morning, Yas,” he said. He knew he sounded so lame. His boys would clown him if they saw him now. “How are you?”
She glanced at him, then turned to walk away. “What do you want Kojo?”
“Can’t I just want to say good morning and ask how you are?”
She shook her head and took ear buds out of her pocket and stuffed them in her ears.
Kojo chuckled. She had always been petty. “That’s childish Yas. Come on. We can at least be civil.”
She continued to walk away, not answering him. He glanced up to the sky, whispered a plea for help and jogged up to her. He reached out to touch her arm which halted her steps. Her eyes narrowed and a crease graced her forehead. Nothing she did would scare him off as he deserved it all.
“Okay, you have my attention. What?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Okay.” She turned.
He grabbed her arm. “It’s me KJ,” he pleaded, using the nickname she had given him when they were teenagers.
“No, you’re not. What’s it they call you now?” She placed her index finger over her lips, then snapped her fingers. “Oh yes, Keyz.”
“I deserve that. All I ask for is one dinner.”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Coffee? Tea? Fekkas? A sandwich?” He continued to run down the options, but she shook her head at each one. “Yas, come on. It’s Christmas, the season of giving. Just give me your time for conversation. I can explain and I deeply apologize.”
She laughed. “Didn’t they tell you I don’t do Christmas?”
“You what? Since when? You would get a little sad the day before Christmas, but you always enjoyed the season.” He knew something about her was different, but this was ridiculous. Didn’t she see what a wonderful gift God gave them with the birth of Christ?
“Kojo—”
“KJ,” he corrected her.
“Hein? I’m not calling you that—”
“Why? Brings back too many memories?” he teased.
She folded her arms across her chest. He must have struck a nerve because that was her defense stance. In that moment, he knew that this wasn’t the way to get to her. He was going to have to force her to listen to him
Unoma Nwankwor writes Inspirational Contemporary romances that span Africa and its Diaspora. She weaves romantic tales for readers who enjoy stories centered around faith, family, and the rich culture of Africa. Through the pages, she promises you humor, tight hugs, forehead kisses, and above all else, redemptive, sacrificial love.
Her readers are in love with her unique way of telling stories that capture the essence of her present home base in the USA and her Nigerian culture. Unoma wears many hats, but the one she’s most proud of is, mother of two kids and wife to her film director husband.
Unoma Nwankwor writes Inspirational Contemporary romances that span Africa and its Diaspora. She weaves romantic tales for readers who enjoy stories centered around faith, family, and the rich culture of Africa. Through the pages, she promises you humor, tight hugs, forehead kisses, and above all else, redemptive, sacrificial love.
Her readers are in love with her unique way of telling stories that capture the essence of her present home base in the USA and her Nigerian culture. Unoma wears many hats, but the one she’s most proud of is, mother of two kids and wife to her film director husband.
Unoma Nwankwor writes Inspirational Contemporary romances that span Africa and its Diaspora. She weaves romantic tales for readers who enjoy stories centered around faith, family, and the rich culture of Africa. Through the pages, she promises you humor, tight hugs, forehead kisses, and above all else, redemptive, sacrificial love.
Her readers are in love with her unique way of telling stories that capture the essence of her present home base in the USA and her Nigerian culture. Unoma wears many hats, but the one she’s most proud of is, mother of two kids and wife to her film director husband.
