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Omolarami Akindiji


Omolarami Akindiji a professionally trained “gossip catcher” and “tea spiller”, has spent the last decade reading and writing romance novels giving her characters a palpable spark!


A published author under the pen name Franky de sales and a graduate in creative writing with a first class in her dissertation she enjoys transporting people into a world of love, betrayal and mystery.


When Omolarami Akindiji is not absorbed in the latest gripping page turner, she loves motherhood, reality TV, cooking and travelling. She lives in London with her husband and children.

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