Curious about the club's formation? Here's a lirru something I put together while I give Obinna and Rot's their happily ever after.

Yoruba Demon: The Brotherhood is available on ALL retailers (Amazon, Kobo, Apple, B&N, etc) and currently FREE on my website (for a limited time).

All I ask is that you spread the word and drop a review on platforms of your choice after reading.

Thank you!

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GRAB IMPLICATION NOW!

Website | Amazon | TikTok Shop (US) (yes, I opened it again!

Read FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

If you loved Bottom Belle, you’re going to DEVOUR this one.

ONE SMALL FAVOR?

Reviews are everything for indie authors. If you read and love Implication, leaving a quick review on Amazon or Goodreads helps more than you know. Even just “loved it! 5 stars” makes a difference.

THANK YOU

For being here. For reading. For every DM, every comment, every “when’s the next book?!”

This is why I write.

Now go fall in love with Leo and Ash. I’ll be over here refreshing my reviews like a normal, non-obsessive person.

P.S. — Already finished? Book 3 is coming. 😏

Will I See You?

I decided to make this month all about Implication!

I won't have copies of Implication at Conyers Book Festival, but if you're around, stop by for other books, a signature and to say hi!

I’m really excited—and honestly grateful—to be out and about meeting readers and fellow authors. If you’re in any of these areas, please come say hello!

I’ll be at these in-person events this year:

• February 21 - Romance Your Shelf, Mendham, New Jersey, USA

• April 11 & 12 - Conyers Book Festival, Conyers, Georgia, USA

• April 18 - Romance in CNY, Utica, New York, USA

• April 25 - Get Lit in the Poconos, Tannersville, Pennysylvania, USA

• May 24 - Flemington Summer Book Fest, Flemington, New Jersey, USA

• July 25 - RomantiConn, Trumbull, Connecticut, USA

• August 15 - Indies & Bookworms, Baltimore, Maryland, USA

• September 5 - Love Bants & Signatures, Ontario, Toronto, Canada

• September 26 - Books Books Books, Lancaster, Pennsylvania, USA

• October 3 - Collingswood Book Festival, Collingswood, New Jersey, USA

• November 14 - Royal Book Bash, Annapolis, Maryland, USA

• November 15 - Event in Washington DC (more info coming)

Save the dates and grab tickets, I’d love to meet you if you’re nearby!

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2026 Events

My next letter will be about Obinna’s release date. Till then…

Happy reading and stay jiggy!

XoxO

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IMPLICATION IS LIVE!

Remember when you finished Imagine That and immediately slid into my DMs asking “WHEN IS THE NEXT ONE?!”

Well, baby. It’s here. Leo and Ash are ready for you.

Here’s what early readers are saying!

THE SETUP:

Ashionye “Ash” Pogoson doesn’t do relationships with ‘young boys’. She does gallery openings, designer outfits, and keeping her family’s business running while pretending everything is fine.

Leo Nwokoye doesn’t do pretending. He does art that makes people uncomfortable, questions that make Ash squirm, and looking at her like he needs her smile to survive.

When a life forces them together, Ash has two options: maintain her carefully constructed walls... or let the one man who sees through them tear them down.

She’s going to try very hard to choose option one.

She’s going to fail.

WHAT YOU’RE GETTING:

✨ Reverse age-gap

✨ Forbidden romance

✨ Midlife reinvention

✨ Emotional scars + healing

✨ Annoyance ➜ lovers

✨ 18+ spicy scenes

✨ Art world drama

✨ Slow-burn tension

✨ Cameos from characters in Camaa Pearl’s world

GRAB YOUR COPY:

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Read FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

If you loved Bottom Belle, you’re going to DEVOUR this one.

ONE SMALL FAVOR?

Reviews are everything for indie authors. If you read and love Implication, leaving a quick review on Amazon or Goodreads helps more than you know. Even just “loved it! 5 stars” makes a difference.

THANK YOU

For being here. For reading. For every DM, every comment, every “when’s the next book?!”

This is why I write.

Now go fall in love with Leo and Ash. I’ll be over here refreshing my reviews like a normal, non-obsessive person.

P.S. — Already finished? Book 3 is coming. 😏

Will I See You?

I decided to make next month all about Implication!

I’ll have limited copies on hand, so if you’re in Conyers, Georgia; Utica, New York, and Poconos, Pennsylvania, be sure to stop by and say hi!

I’m really excited—and honestly grateful—to be out and about meeting readers and fellow authors. If you’re in any of these areas, please come say hello!

I’ll be at these in-person events this year:

• February 21 - Romance Your Shelf, Mendham, New Jersey, USA

• April 11 & 12 - Conyers Book Festival, Conyers, Georgia, USA

• April 18 - Romance in CNY, Utica, New York, USA

• April 25 - Get Lit in the Poconos, Tannersville, Pennysylvania, USA

• July 25 - RomantiConn, Trumbull, Connecticut, USA

• August 15 - Indies & Bookworms, Baltimore, Maryland, USA

• September 5 - Love Bants & Signatures, Ontario, Toronto, Canada

• September 26 - Books Books Books, Lancaster, Pennsylvania, USA

• October 3 - Collingswood Book Festival, Collingswood, New Jersey, USA

• November 14 - Royal Book Bash, Annapolis, Maryland, USA

• November 15 - Event in Washington DC (more info coming)

Save the dates and grab tickets, I’d love to meet you if you’re nearby!

Event Pre-Order

2026 Events

My next letter will be about Implication’s release. Till then…

Happy reading and stay jiggy!

XoxO

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Not to alarm you, but the first quarter of 2026 is almost over… and my first book of the year launches in 10 days!

Implication drops on March 31, and whew—this story will have you smiling one minute and bawling the next. If you love deeply emotional romances with complicated characters and moments that linger long after the last page, this one is for you.

If you haven’t already, now’s the perfect time to preorder your copy. And if preorders aren’t your thing, go ahead and clear your weekend—because once it drops, you’ll want the time.

Sneak Peek

I thought it would be fun to share a another moment from the book with you.

I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts. This is Ash. My boss? My friend? I don’t even know what to call her anymore. What I do know is that this growing attraction is risky. She’s not someone you approach lightly, and I’ve already learned my lesson about diving headfirst into relationships. I’ve learned the hard way what happens when I mistake intensity for invitation.

She pours more wine and—why is she having more wine than the delicious spread before us? Is she looking for courage?

Oh my days… Is she nervous? Bracing herself? And for what—me? The night? The fact that we’re alone on an island with doors that lock and expectations that don’t need words?

I spiral, fast and ugly.

Is she drinking because she expects something from me?

Because she needs liquid courage to tolerate me?

God—am I already back in a cycle I promised myself I was done with?

“This might be my favorite meal of the year,” I say, forcing the words out like a life raft.

She shrugs, sipping her wine. “Don’t whine me. We’re barely halfway through the year. I’ll take the compliment. Receiving credit for a job well done is appreciated.” She grins but it is forced and tight around the edges.

Ever since that call… I study her for a bit, noticing the tension in her shoulders. I wish she’d be more relaxed around me.

“Are you saying you don’t get enough credit for all you do?” I ask gently.

Her lips curve again, smaller this time. It still doesn’t reach her eyes. “Are you trying to psychoanalyze me?” She holds my gaze, hers unflinching.

Uh-oh…

Have I crossed a line? I’ve never looked past the polished Ashionye of BAG, the woman who always has it together. Now I’m seeing cracks, and she clearly doesn’t want me to poke at them.

I back off. “Is that what this feels like?”

“Leo,” she said, “stop with the small talk.”

I scoff, cutting into the snapper. “Small talk is the weather. Or arguing about paint colors. This?” I gesture between us. “This is dinner with a woman I respect, on an island she flew me to, and me trying to understand who she is when she’s not working.”

She pours herself more wine.

“You like red wine?” I ask, trying again.

“And what will you do with that information?”

I meet her eyes. “Figure out if I’m such bad company you’re already regretting this trip—or if you’re planning to get drunk tonight and didn’t think to invite me along.”

She huffs. “I’m not trying to get drunk.”

I lift a brow.

“I have a high tolerance,” she adds, chin tipping up.

“Cool.” I smile faintly. “I don’t. I’ll be lightheaded after two glasses.” Then I soften my tone, because this isn’t a battle I want to win. “But I’d appreciate it if you ate more. You barely touched anything all day. Even on the flight.”

The private jet had been obscene in its excess—warm pastries, plated meals, silverware. I never knew people had buffet options when flying. We were in flight with some senator’s family. I’d eaten freely, distracted by a movie and the novelty of it all. Ash, meanwhile, had hovered at the edges of abundance. Finger foods. Snacks. Nothing that required commitment.

Now she looks like she’s trying to drown herself in wine.

And the wine isn’t even sweet. I’d choose juice or a smoothie any day, but schmoozing is part of my job. I’ve learnt to tolerate what the room expects of me and hold on to one glass for the duration of an event.

“Leo, I’m fine,” she says, stabbing at her food like it offended her.

“That’s more like it,” I tease gently when she forces a forkful into her mouth, chewing with pointed determination. “We’re here for a few days. I wouldn’t want anything happening to you on my watch.”

She snorts. “So it’s all about you.”

“Is that how you see it? Or is that what you want me to say?”

“Oh God.” She rolls her eyes, pushing her plate an inch away. “Can you stop with the questions?”

There it is. The crack.

The candles flicker like they’re listening. Something did change after that call. Before, she’d been light. Focused. Sketching with unspeakable joy and in another world.

Now she looks coiled. Ready to pounce on whatever I say.

I lean back, giving her space but not distance. “I’m not interrogating you, Ash.”

“Feels like it.”

“I’m worried,” I say, plain and unguarded. “And I don’t know what to do with that if you keep pretending nothing’s wrong.”

Her jaw tightens. Is she going to deflect again? Will it be a joke, a dismissal, shut me out? Instead, she exhales sharply and reaches for her glass, then stops halfway.

“I didn’t invite you here to babysit me,” she said.

“I know.”

“And I didn’t invite you here because I needed… rescuing.” Her voice wobbles on the last word.

“I know that too.”

She finally looks at me then. “Then why won’t you let it go? Relax and enjoy the moment and stop trying to—”

“Get to know you?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I see through the lie immediately.

“Okay,” I say, shoving a piece of plantain into my mouth. It tastes like sawdust now. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed. Maybe I should’ve let the night stay light, let her drink, let the—

Ready for Leo and Ash?

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What’s in this letter?

• A Sneak Peek from Implication (which you’ve read)

• Life Update: The Weaning Chronicles

• So You Want to Know About the Yoruba Demons Billionaire Club

• Cover Reveal: Lagos Lovin’ Gets a Floral Glow-Up

• On the Road (Will I See You?)

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So you want to know about the Yoruba Demons Billionaire Club.

You’ve heard the whispers. Seen the headlines. Maybe you’ve even met one of us at a party and felt that... energy. That thing we carry. The way we move through a room like we own it — because, often, we do.

You’re curious. I don’t blame you.

But before I tell you anything, let me clear something up: we didn’t start from nothing. This isn’t one of those stories where hungry boys from the trenches claw their way to the top. Most of us were born into money. Private schools. First-class flights before we could spell “turbulence.” Access that would make your head spin.

This isn’t a rags-to-riches story.

This is a story of rich kids who decided to get richer — together. And have a damn good time doing it.

My name is Femi Oke. Not Femi Banks — that’s my boy, different guy entirely. I’m one of the lowkey ones. The connector. The one who looked at two separate crews running the same playbook and said: why are we not building together?

Sit down. Get comfortable. This might take a while.

You want to know why Obinna — yes, that Obinna, the one who owns half the betting shops in West Africa — is in this club? Why a Hausa-Fulani prince like Abdul breaks bread with Igbo boys and British-Nigerians? Why we have Irish-Nigerian brothers like Kenny and Kunle at the table? Why a woman like Kemi isn’t just allowed but essential? Why Ayo, the ultimate nepo baby, fits right in?

You want to know where the rules came from? The tenets? Why we move the way we move?

Then let me take you back. Way back. Before the empires. Before the headlines. Before the women who thought they could change us — and the ones who actually did.

Let me tell you how the Yoruba Demons Billionaire Club was founded.

Are you ready?!

I’ve also been dilly dallying into Obinna’s book while wrapping up Implication, and I decided to put together a short piece about Yoruba Demon: Obinna and some of the other… interesting demons you’ll be meeting soon. Let’s just say the streets are very much alive in that story.

If everything goes according to plan, you’ll see it in next month’s letter, so keep an eye out for it. For now, let’s focus on the 10 days left before Implication releases!

Life Update: The Weaning Chronicles

Hopefully, within those same 10 days, I’ll also be officially done with weaning his little one.

Yep, we’ve been on this weaning journey since December ’25, and let’s just say we’ve fallen off track more times than expected. But as of writing this to you, we’re five days strong. For context, the longest we’d gone before this was two days.

And let me tell you, that first day? I thought I was going to dieeee. I was hot, cold, feverish, aching—going through it—all because I don’t want to breastfeed anymore.

Every time something like this happens, I reach the same conclusion: women are incredible beings with actual superpowers.

Cover Reveal: Lagos Lovin’ Gets a Floral Glow-Up

Okay, I have to gush for a second.

The Lagos Lovin’ series just got the most beautiful floral cover redesign, and I’m honestly a little obsessed. The incredibly talented theBookJedi brought this vision to life, and the new covers feel so vibrant, romantic, and full of personality—perfect for the stories inside.

Seeing the series dressed up like this feels like watching your characters show up to a party looking too fine for their own good.

If you’ve already read the series, think of these as the collector’s edition your shelf didn’t know it needed.

The new floral editions are available now on Amazon, and if you’re coming to the Conyers Book Festival, I’ll also have copies on hand so you can see them—and grab one—in person.

Trust me, they’re even prettier up close.

Grab a Copy

Will I See You?

Next month is shaping up to be a busy one for me. I’ll be in Conyers, Georgia, then the following weekend in Utica, New York, and after that in the Poconos, Pennsylvania.

I’m really excited—and honestly grateful—to be out and about meeting readers and fellow authors. If you’re in any of these areas, please come say hello!

I’ll be at these in-person events this year:

• February 21 - Romance Your Shelf, Mendham, New Jersey, USA

• April 11 & 12 - Conyers Book Festival, Conyers, Georgia, USA

• April 18 - Romance in CNY, Utica, New York, USA

• April 25 - Get Lit in the Poconos, Tannersville, Pennysylvania, USA

• July 25 - RomantiConn, Trumbull, Connecticut, USA

• August 15 - Indies & Bookworms, Baltimore, Maryland, USA

• September 5 - Love Bants & Signatures, Ontario, Toronto, Canada

• September 26 - Books Books Books, Lancaster, Pennsylvania, USA

• October 3 - Collingswood Book Festival, Collingswood, New Jersey, USA

• November 14 - Royal Book Bash, Annapolis, Maryland, USA

• November 15 - Event in Washington DC (more info coming)

Save the dates and grab tickets, I’d love to meet you if you’re nearby!

Event Pre-Order

2026 Events

My next letter will be about Implication’s release. Till then…

Happy reading and stay jiggy!

XoxO

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Hey Camaraderie!

I was made to believe this email dropped 12 hours ago.

What’s in this letter?

• More Books?

• Irreplaceable’s Cover Reveal

• Event Recap: Coloring Books Launch

• Will I See You?

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More Books?

This wintery and blizzard-y month, I had the opportunity to retreat with my dearest author friend and oh! Ideas were flowing. Plans were planning. And dares were made!

I’ll be sharing updates on my other pen name, Margaret Adetimehin, who hasn’t released a book in years. Both Camaa Pearl and Margaret Adetimehin will be co-authoring new series. Hopefully, I’ll release the first books this year. These books have been incubating for the longest time. Can you guess what happens when literary fiction meets contemporary romance? I can’t wait for you to experience these stories.

Irreplaceable’s Cover Reveal

Now, back to the main reason you’re hearing from me…

It’s time for the cover reveal of the third and final book in the Catching Feelings series—Irreplaceable.

Irreplaceable is slated for release in August 2026. You may notice extended dates listed on some retailers—this is intentional. I’m giving myself the grace and flexibility to write without pressure, because life happens, and the story deserves the time it needs.

Before we get there, book two—Implication will be released on March 30 and is currently available for pre-order at a discounted rate.

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I’ve written a character insight for Nduka, which will appear in the back matter of Implication, and it is deeply emotional.

I’d love to hear your thoughts—reply in the comments or via email.

Without further ado…

I present...

What do you think? I’m obsessed—completely in love.
Illustrated by the incredibly talented NelsonXP and designed by me, this cover captures chapter one… yes, the chapter—the one-night stand.
I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Event Recap: Coloring Books Launch

Oh, I attended my first event of the year—and it was amazing! I had the chance to connect with incredible readers and officially launch my Yoruba Demon Coloring Books (now available on my website and on Amazon—coming to bookstores soon!)

If you’re just hearing about this, I’ve been posting about it on my Instagram page for a while now. If you’re in the UK and want a copy, reply to this email, let’s discuss!

Yoruba Demon: Femi Coloring Book (Buy Now)

Yoruba Demon: Tunde Coloring Book (Buy Now)

Will I See You?

I’ll be at these in-person events this year:

• February 21 - Romance Your Shelf, Mendham, New Jersey, USA

• April 11 & 12 - Conyers Book Festival, Conyers, Georgia, USA

• April 18 - Romance in CNY, Utica, New York, USA

• April 25 - Event in Pennsylvania (more info coming)

• July 25 - RomantiConn, Trumbull, Connecticut, USA

• August 15 - Indies & Bookworms, Baltimore, Maryland, USA

• September 5 - Love Bants & Signatures, Ontario, Toronto, Canada

• September 26 - Books Books Books, Lancaster, Pennsylvania, USA

• November 14 - Royal Book Bash, Annapolis, Maryland, USA

• November 15 - Event in Washington DC (more info coming)

Save the dates and grab tickets, I’d love to meet you if you’re nearby!

Event Pre-Order

2026 Events

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Happy reading and stay jiggy!

XoxO

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Guess who went out to play in the snow for the first time? We did! It was all fun and games until the alert came in warning us to expect more snow this weekend.
Canadians—and everyone living in snow-zoned areas—how do you do it? This weather makes me want to eat, sleep, repeat. Still, I’m glad we made the memories. Here’s to future snow angels and actual snowmen… not the lumpy ice sculpture I made.

What’s in this letter?

• Yoruba Demon: Updates

• 2026 Hopefuls

• Catching Feelings: Update

• A Gift For You!

• Will I be in Your City?

Yoruba Demon: Updates

Some days—with all the drama on social media—I want to disappear. Go offline. Become a hermit. Write and write in peace, and become some mysterious phenomenon people talk about.

And then there’s you.

You who brings my characters to life, who feels them, roots for them, and shares that excitement with me. You’re the reason I stay. I created a compilation of your video reviews and whenever I need motivation, I watch it, hehehe…

Thank you for the love and attention you’ve given Yoruba Demon: Tunde. Since its release in December, it remained the number one release in the Amazon.com African Literature category for a month and a bestseller in UK and Canada. If you have read it, please take time out to drop a review. Thank you!

If you’ve been waiting for the paperback, it’s now live on Amazon and available for backorder on my website.

If you’re in Africa—West Africa especially—hardcover preorders are open through your favorite bookstores. The official release is February 6, just in time for Valentine’s Day. There’s also an upgraded version (print, not content) of Yoruba Demon: Femi coming to stores the same time Yoruba Demon: Tunde arrives.

So yes… if you know someone who wants to meet a Yoruba Demon (or two), or maybe heal from wounds placed by one, grab a copy for yourself—and another for a friend. Make this Valentine special for someone!

2026 Hopefuls

In case you missed it, 2026 is already shaping up to be a very good year. Look forward to books in the Catching Feelings and Yoruba Demons Billionaire Club (YDBC) series, lots of YDBC surprises, and a North America trotting Camaa.

In summary, six new projects are planned. One surprise is complete, another is currently in progress, and I’m deep into the second draft of Implication.

Catching Feelings: Update

I’ve been taking my time with Leo and Ash’s story. They’re both a little broken—aren’t we all?—and carrying enough baggage to fight their own happily-ever-after. Because of that, contrary to what’s on the flier above, I’m not committing to a fixed release date for my first two books releasing this year. These story will be ready when they’re ready.

News Flash! Catching Feelings has a slight cover refresh. Same story you love, just a new look.

Be prepared… the cover reveal for Irreplaceable, the third and final book in the Catching Feelings series, is happening next month!

Did I mention a teaser? Here’s an unedited excerpt of Leo & Ash’s meet cute from Implication, my next release.

LEO

The entire public transport ride here, I rehearsed the version of myself I plan to adopt during the interview: a professional-yet-distant demeanor. No need to give this Ashionye—or whatever her name is—any ammunition.

Tea in hand, playing my part, I climb the floating stairs to the upper level where the offices sit, my footsteps echoing in the silent hall.

When I reach her office, the door is slightly ajar.

A faint, heady floral scent drifts out and for some inexplicable reason, it makes me pause. Through the narrow gap in the door, I catch sight of her.

She’s perched on the edge of her desk, relaxed but unmistakably composed. Her kinky, coily hair blooms into a full afro, framing a face that’s youthful yet commanding. Between TY Bello’s hair and hers, I honestly don’t know which is fuller. Sandy beige skin hints at mixed heritage, but it’s her posture that holds my attention.

She’s dressed simply in a fitted off-white blouse, dark purple culottes and white-heeled pointy-toe shoes, stating that she’s in a class of her own. Her fingers fly this way and that on the screen of her laptop, her neat-cropped fingers moving with purpose.

She is a work of art. A beautiful, rare, unreplicable piece created by the master creator himself.

Huh?

My thoughts throws me off so much so that when I finally step forward to knock, my foot catches. The cup tilts. Tea sloshes, splashing onto the floor and my sneakers.

Perfect.

If the sound startled her, it was only slightly. She barely flinches as her cool, assessing eyes land on me.

“I hope you’re more graceful with a paintbrush,” she says in a low, husky voice, a lazy bite of humor riding the words as she pulls a couple of tissues from the dispenser on her table, elegantly walks forward and hands them to me.

Ignoring the jab and the urge to mutter something sarcastic, I crouch down and wipe the liquid off my white sneaker before it can seep in permanently. My palm itches as I work, a familiar sensation that comes when I see something—or someone—I need to paint.

The last time this happened was months ago, in São Tomé. I’d stumbled across some kids playing soccer in the street, their laughter and movement begging to be immortalized on canvas. But the last time I painted a woman... God. That was—

“Take your time,” she says, heading back to her table.

Fuck. My heart pounds erratically as I glance at her again. Her sharp features soften under the fluorescent light. The floral scent intensifies, stirring something I haven’t felt in years.

“Trash can’s behind the door,” she offers.

I rise quickly, toss the soiled tissue into the can before moving further into the room.

Forcing a polite smile, I extend my hand. “Leonard Nwokoye. You can call me Leo.”

She hesitates for a fraction of a second before taking my hand. Her skin is soft like butter that’s been left on the countertop, but her grip is firm.

“Ashionye Pogoson, Curatorial Director.” Her lips curve, but the smile doesn’t reach her eyes.

When she pulls her hand back, I feel the absence of her touch like a small loss. Ridiculous. Absolute rubbish. I hate that it does. This woman looks like she’d eat me for breakfast and never apologize for it. Worse, she’d be right to.

I can already see how this residency will go if she’s dealing directly with us artists. She’ll be telling collectors stories in that naturally, raspy voice of hers—That one? He’s talented. He spilled tea on himself first day we met. Poor thing.

There’s an awkward pause before she gestures to a chair in front of her desk. “Shall we begin?”

You just read an unedited excerpt of Implication, book two in the Catching Feelings series. It is available for preorder at a discounted rate. Grab your copy ASAP and officially motivate this lady to get the book into your hands ASAP.

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A Gift For You!

I wanted to gift you something for the new year, and in a burst of creative energy, I made this 2026 character calendar.
P.S. There’s a little clue to Irreplaceable’s cover tucked inside.

Oh, and watch out for more timed gifts this year.

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Will I be in Your City?

I thought April would be our first in-person meet… but surprise! I’ll be attending the first-ever Romance Your Shelf as an author on February 21, 2026, in Mendham, New Jersey, USA. More information is available on the website.

I’ve committed to nine (9) in-person events this year:

• February 21 - Romance Your Shelf, Mendham, New Jersey, USA

• April 11 & 12 - Conyers Book Festival, Conyers, Georgia, USA

• April 18 - Romance in CNY, Utica, New York, USA

• July 25 - RomantiConn, Trumbull, Connecticut, USA

• August 15 - Indies & Bookworms, Baltimore, Maryland, USA

• September 5 - Love Bants & Signatures, Ontario, Toronto, Canada

• September 26 - Books Books Books, Lancaster, Pennsylvania, USA

• November 14 - Royal Book Bash, Annapolis, Maryland, USA

• November 15 - Event in Washington DC (more info coming)

Save the dates and grab tickets, I’d love to meet you if you’re nearby!

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2026 Events

Happy reading & stay jiggy!

XoxO

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This year has been a mix of many feelings.

In the Camaraderie Street Team group, members asked what they could help with so I could write and publish more books in 2026. They joked about volunteering to babysit if it came to that, and I quickly—emotionally—typed: Bring my mom to the U.S.

We laughed about it.
But really… I’m drowning.

There are lots of good days, and then there are days I’m barely holding on.

I’m blessed to be married and doing parenthood with a man who cares, understands, and shows up.

Yet…

If you’ve ever lived a life far away from family—and even friends—then yeah, you might understand the struggle. That’s why I sometimes weave immigrant experiences into my books.

People say, “Just bring mummy over!”
“Do this!”
“Do that!”

Have you seen the news?
Do you know how many visa denials we’ve received?
The cost of childcare?
That I work a 9–5 because it keeps me sane—and my pockets saner—even with a crazy commute?

Deep sigh, covered with a smile.

This year, I:

• Wrote and published three full-length novels (the original plan was four… but life happens.

• Co-wrote a four-part series—two are out now, two more are in the pipeline.

• Ran zero sponsored ads, but invested deeply in my growing reader community, and this became my best author year yet.

• Attended my first in-person event and realized I’ve been ready for this all along. I’m excited for next year and will be sharing two more cities soon!

• Started an author–reader business platform… then shut it down because I had to choose between writing books and admin life (sorry, @indienoirpr and the amazing readers and authors who signed up, I just couldn’t).

• Shut down my TikTok Shop and moved my direct sales fully to my website: https://margaretadetimehin.com/shop. TikTok Shop expects sellers to go LIVE 24/7 - I can’t. I have a 9 - 5. Maybe later.

• Considered hiring a VA, then paused because I wanted stability and wasn’t sure I could promise that long-term.

• Outsourced more.

• Collaborated more.

• Became a daycare mom and dealt with a parade of random sick days.

• Cancelled a lot of travel plans and trips.

• Went through change management at my 9–5 and am working toward a promotion—I’ll know more by February.

• Dream about my dad—a lot! I f***ing miss that grumpy man. Make sure you pick up your parents call and call them like no tomorrow—we’re getting older baby!

• Believed in angels, again; and God’s perfect timing.

And somewhere in all of this…

Some of you found me. And you stayed—OGs and newbies.

Thank you for a wonderful 2025, and for giving Yoruba Demon: Tunde such a beautiful release weekend.

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Yoruba Demon: Tunde is officially ready for your consumption!!!

Please pace yourselves, because even me myself, I know I outdid myself with this one. I was walking around the house laughing manically while rereading the final draft—The Dream just kept shaking his head at me like, this woman again.

If you pre-ordered directly from my website or my bit.ly/camaaselar page (the platforms I have control over), check your email and check your BookFunnel—Yoruba Demon: Tunde is waiting for you.

If you pre-ordered from Amazon… hmm. The new release date is December 19 (no longer December 22). That was the earliest date they’d allow.
Paperback copies will be available on Amazon next Thursday, after Christmas.

For my West African readers—hardcover pre-orders have officially begun in bookstores, including Roving Heights, Bookbliss Online, Bookpeddler, and Readers Hub Ghana. If you want your local bookstore to carry Yoruba Demon: Tunde, please tell them to reach out—that’s how we make it happen.

The West African bookstore release is set for February 6, just in time for Valentine’s.

Now… here’s what early readers are saying about Yoruba Demon: Tunde.

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But before that, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for the constant support, the love, the reposts, the reviews — all of it. You make this journey so worth it, and I’m genuinely excited for everything I’ll be sharing with you in 2026.

Now… please go ahead and prepare your wallets for 2026 because I’m planning to release 4.5 books plus two secret fun things I know you’ll love. This section of your wallet? We’re officially calling it Camaa’s Book Fund 😌.

Okay, let’s get into the cover reveal!

Oh—quick thing. If you grab Tunde’s book, you’ll find first-draft excerpts of these upcoming stories inside.

Now for real… back to the cover and blurb reveals, which should already be available for discounted pre-orders by the time you’re reading this.

Drum rolls for the next Yoruba Demon book that’ll be my first enemies to lovers romance… Yoruba Demon: Obinna and Yoruba Demon: Kemi!

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• July 25: Trumbull, Connecticut, USA

• August 15: Baltimore, Maryland, USA

• September 5: Toronto, Ontario, Canada

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That’s it for now! Thank you again for rocking with me, reading my books, and letting my characters live in your imagination.

Until the next letter — keep reading, stay jiggy, and follow peace with all men.

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Hey Camaraderie,

I documented my journey to my first author event in the US, and you can watch it in the YouTube video attached below. One thing I highly recommend you do next year is journal, document, and collect memories—photos, videos, voice notes, anything.

Because when you sit down at the end of the year and go through those moments, you visibly see how much you’ve grown. And I don’t mean you have to post any of it online—nope. Do it for you. For your own encouragement on the days when everything feels slow or stagnant.

I dare you to look back at your pictures, your bank statements, your chats from the beginning of the year… really look. Take notes. Make plans. Stay thankful and grateful.

I wanted to share some life updates, but this letter is already one heck of a long one. Just know I’m doing okay, and the little one is too. We’re recovering from our first stomach bug and—honestly—oops. I still can’t believe I’m a whole mother to a toddler.

What’s in this letter?

• Recap of a Cozy Book Fair

• Yoruba Demons Billionaire Club: A Teaser!

• More Cover Reveals before the year ends?

• Will I See You in 2026?

Haven’t gotten the extended epilogues yet? Just keep scrolling — they’re waiting for you at the very bottom of this letter.

Recap of a Cozy Book Fair

Thanks to everyone who showed up and showed out! I put together a few highlight clips, and honestly… guess who’s officially signing up for more author events in 2026 and beyond? Me, obviously.

It’s wild how simply showing up for someone can fuel them to keep going. Your support did exactly that for me.

Thank you again to everyone who came out.

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Yoruba Demons Billionaire Club: A Teaser

Yoruba Demon: Tunde is currently on my editor’s desk and I’ve been teasing everyone on social media with little snippets, but you? You get the full thing. You know how we do nau. I’m genuinely excited to share the entire first chapter with you—unedited, juicy, and exactly as it poured out of me.

It’s a chunky one (over 3k words), so find a cozy spot to read, you might need to open the Substack app or web version to read the rest.

Enjoy!

Chapter One (Unedited Draft)

TUNDE

IT’S ALMOST MIDNIGHT. MY head’s exploding with ideas, and other voices I didn’t ask for.

The ideas, I love.

I loathe the other voices.

Enesi’s RIAA[1] gold record party should’ve been a quick toast and out, but a venture capitalist cornered me with promises about their “disruptive tech” fund in East Africa.

Motivating? Sure.

Time-consuming? Absolutely.

It cost me the night I’d planned with the blonde, because mid-pitch an idea sparked—a new angle to tackle the headache currently consuming me. By the time I left, the drive to the house felt endless. Too many red lights. Too much noise in my head, too much space to stew in my thoughts.

“Hey Làsẹ, play Aria by Yanni.”

The rushing swell of the intro floods the car. Strings layered with operatic vocals rising and folding over each other in waves pulls air from my chest. My pulse slows, the voices in my head quiet and my shoulders drop.

I wish I were on my bike, the wind slicing through my thoughts. But this will do.

Aria automatically transitions to Waltz in 7/8, and my fingers twitch, tapping the steering wheel to its sly, uneven rhythm. In another life, I know I’m an instrumentalist and a brilliant composer. Too bad neither of those skills exist in this one.

The playlist drifts into Enya’s Only Time. The contrast is sharp but soothing. Her voice wraps around me like mist, softening the edges the waltz left jagged. It’s like being lowered into water after fire.

The rest of the drive is smooth and relaxing. I think about the blonde and tap my phone resting on the console.

“Hey Làsẹ, message Krystal to set up flower deliveries for Heather, ASAP.”

“Got it, Mr. T. Messaging your PA, Krystal, to arrange Heather’s flowers.”

Arriving the recently launched timeshare— only few YDBC[2] members currently have access to—I cut the engine and grab my backpack.

I step through the door, and my ears immediately perk up.

The house is eerily silent.

And it smells wrong.

Like flowers.

Why the fuck does the house smell like flowers?

The staff never leave it smelling like this. Heck, they aren’t scheduled to be here today. I’ve been here for almost 36 hours. So flowers… Something is off tonight.

If someone broke in, the security system should’ve screamed bloody murder. So either my system’s fried, or I’ve got a guest bold enough to bypass it.

Caution on. I drop my backpack by the door and swing the hidden panel open, my fingers finding the familiar weight of a 9mm. Tracing my thumb along the spine, feeling the balance, I check it the way you check an old friend. I toss quick glances across the room, ears straining for the small, reassuring clicks as I ready it.

Paranoid? Maybe.

When used right, paranoia keeps you alive. Keeps you ahead. Keeps you ready.

I slide a dark, cylindrical thing onto the muzzle until it seats with a muted thunk. I’ll probably laugh at the footage later, but right now? It’s war games.

A faint feminine laugh teases my eardrums.

The fuck?

I freeze, my pulse kicking up[MA1] .

That’s not staff. And if it’s an intruder, they’ve got jokes. Oh, they’ve got jokes.

Creeping forward, 9mm low, I scan the living room. Nothing. But the sound drifts again, faint, up the stairs.

I climb the stairs, shoes silent against the polished wood. From the landing, the whole place looks normal, but my instincts don’t lie.

My lips twist into a grin, adrenaline licking at my veins. My guys call me paranoid for this exact shit, but maybe tonight I get to tell them: fuck off, I told you so.

Another laugh. More stifled one-sided conversation.

Sliding along the wall, I edge toward the visitor’s bedroom. A warm glow spills from the half-open door, inviting me in. My brain tosses out the cautionary tale of Sanni Abacha and the woman with the poisoned apple. [MA2] If anyone thinks I’ll fall for the soft-laughing trap, they don’t know me. Why the Abacha reference? You’ll find out soon enough.

9mm up. I press myself against the wall, then count under my breath.

One. Two. Three.

I push off the wall and freeze.

A figure stands in the space, looking out the window. It’s a woman. She’s wearing a bonnet, finger with nail extensions resting lightly on the glass, like she’s posing for some renaissance artist.

Who the bloody hell are you?

I lift the 9mm, step forward, shoes loud on the polished wood so she knows I’m here.

“Hands where I can see them,” I bite out. “And turn around, slowly.”

“Really?” Her tone is amused, not afraid.

“I’m fully within my rights to use deadly force on an intruder.” My finger tightens fractionally on the trigger. “Do what’s best for you. Hands up. Turn around now and do it slowly.”

Her hand lifts slowly, phone glinting between her fingers. “Are you pointing a gun at me? Michael, stay on the line—”

“Oh, perfect. Get archangel Michael in on this.” I taunt, the sneer automatic discovering she’s got Nigerian accent. “You’ll need him.”

Finally, she turns. Albeit, very slowly.

And fuck me—

She’s stunning.

What a pretty dam—I stop the thought before it fully processes, clamping down hard, forcing steel into my gaze.

If she’s scared, she’s hiding it well. If she’s innocent, I’m not buying it.

“Who the hell are you?” I ask in a harsh-don’t-play-with-me tone, not in the mood for games.

She tilts her chin. “Can you… lower that thing?” She looks amused. “It’s not that serious.”

KANYIN

HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHAT it feels like to be on the wrong end of a gun barrel?

Yeah, me neither.

Until now.

And apparently, my body’s first response to danger is… not to scream or be panicked—no. My lips twitch like I’m in some badly timed comedy skit. Which is ridiculous, but then again… that’s me. When life serves me awkward, my instinct is to serve back inappropriate laughter.

The truth is that, I’m not supposed to be here. I have no business being here. I have no right to be standing in front of a man whose reputation precedes him[MA3] . But here I am, barefoot in my newly launched nightie, fresh from a shower, staring down a gun and trying not to giggle.

I heard him come in. Heard the heavy steps. I left the bedroom door open on purpose while on a call with Michael, talking robotics and his latest presentation in Osaka, while I shed more light on the conference I’d just wrapped up here in Stanford University.

Because, let’s face it, what was I supposed to do? Walk out and say, “Hi Mr. Tunde, sorry I was told you wouldn’t be here this weekend, but I will be out of your house in a blink, don’t mind me?”

So I stayed, praying my call with Michael would be my ticket and witness to whatever happens tonight but... mogbe. Did I just hear the dead beep signaling he’d hung up. I told him to stay on the line to be my witness. What if something bad happens? What if Mr. Tunde decides to use the item he’s pointing at me? Oh Michael…

What was Michael supposed to do anyway—send Japanese police across the Pacific?

Now it’s just me. My crazy ass host. And the gun.

A host I’d only vaguely heard of before—someone I only bothered to dig into once I entered this space—turned out, according to the person who gave me access to this space, to be the CEO of Cubic. Everyone knows Cubic. Correction. Everyone in my field knows Cubic. They’re practically married to tech news headlines, every quarter there’s some new feature about them. But I’d never cared about the man behind it. A few articles popped up in my search, but the one in SOURCE stuck with me: him windsurfing, living it up whenever he visited Nigeria. It made me want to meet the man in person. Just… not like this.

I straighten my spine, try to channel calm even though my chest feels like a caged drum. I tell myself this is all a misunderstanding. Rationally, intruders don’t break into houses to shower and change into pajamas. Rationally, this shouldn’t end with bullets.

Except rational thought is slipping through my fingers, because this man…

This man pointing a gun at me, has cold, dark eyes that looked cute online but right now he looks like a predator about to make a kill[MA4] .

Honestly, with his reputation, I expected him to mistake me for a hooker or some desperate fan. But this? This is worse.

“Well?” he snaps in a low, dangerous voice. “Are you going to answer me, or stand there like a statue?”

My throat works as I swallow back a laugh. My palm is damp.

I want to say, Don’t shoot—I bruise easily.

Instead, I raise my hands higher and hope my voice doesn’t shake when I finally speak.

TUNDE

HER LIPS CURVE INTO A faint smirk, and it throws me off balance. “You must be Tunde.”

I must be Tunde? Do you think we’re at some function introducing ourselves or what? I tighten my jaw and squeeze the 9mm tighter. “That doesn’t answer my question. How did you get in here?”

She tilts her head slightly, her smirk widening. “Through the door.”

Are you someone I should know? I take a step closer, studying her. My trigger finger relaxes even though I don’t want it to. She doesn’t flinch or back away. I can’t decide if she’s brave, stupid or suicidal.

“E be like say you wan make I use this thing, abi?”

“Put the gun away so I can talk.” She says in an even tone, but I notice the droop in her arms. She’s bluffing, but the bluff is good.

I cock a brow, the one that makes CEOs stutter and board members reconsider their votes and she… she doubles down, forcing the words out.

“Odogwu’s big sister said I can stay here.”

Odogwu? My brain trips for a second. “Odo—”

“Odogwu of PuntPlay.” She rushes, like the faster she speaks, the more believable it’ll sound. “Aunty Ngozi’s brother.”

I blink. Hold up. My finger loosening on the trigger. “Obinna?”

“Odogwu—Yes, Obinna—Call him. His sister is Aunty Ngozi. How would I have gotten in without help. Call Odogwu—Obinna to confirm.”

KANYIN

HE PAUSES, AND I WATCH the wheels turn behind his eyes. He’s putting the pieces together; it’s written all over his face. Good.

“Sit,” he says, aiming the gun at the reading chair.

An incredible laugh bursts out before I can stop it. “What, you think I’m a dog?”

For a heartbeat his gaze hardens and I feel the room tilt. Gun down a fraction; he moves closer. The air between us sparks. I know I’ve crossed a line. Gengeun… I pushed it too far. This is how I’ll die without my doctorate degree. Everything I’ve worked hard for will go down in—

“It’s like you have a death wish. I said sit.”

Swallowing, I obey, sliding into the chair, arms still up.

As I settle, using one hand, he begins fishing something from his pocket as he continues with his insane commands. “Don’t move or even blink.”

“Don’t blink? How long do you expect me to—”

“Will you shut the fuck up?” he hisses, staring me down. “The only thing keeping you alive is—fuck it. See, don’t test me.” He stops, muttering something under his breath.

I press my lips together, knowing that this man is powerful and connected enough to have my death be in his favor.

He’s staring at me when he barks, “Hey Làsẹ. Call Obinna.”

The house answers with a crisp, amused synthetic voice. “Alright Mr. T.” The speakers tint the room in a calm concierge tone, and I can’t help the ridiculous little pride that pops up at how… curated this is. “Calling Obi-nna now.”

Okay…

TUNDE

“I SENT YOU A PACKAGE bro,” Obinna’s taunt from the party zips through my head. “Let’s see if you’ll open it.”

And that stupid, irritating laugh of hers is still ringing in my ears. What, you think I’m a dog?

She’s testing me. Poking at the wrong nerve. I don’t know who she is, why Obinna sent her, or what game he thinks he’s playing. I grind my teeth. The call connects and I force my voice to be cordial.

“Obinna,” I say, “Care to explain why there’s a strange lady in my house?”

I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She’s watching me closely, her expression unreadable, and… unsettling.

“Ah—you’re there? I didn’t know you were going to be around.”

“What the fuck do you mean you didn’t know I was going to be around?” I growl, pacing the room.

“You sef,” he chuckles. “Chill. Do your brother a favor. How’s Kanyin doing?”

I’m not in the mood to play host. “So, access to my space now means you use it to park whoever tickles your fancy ehn?”

Obinna sighs loudly on the other end, his tone half-apologetic, half-annoyed. “Tunde, abeg[3]. I don’t fancy her. It was a favor for one of my sisters. I haven’t even met her. No vex—”

“No vex?” I bark, pinching the bridge of my nose. That’s as much sorry I’ll get from this he-goat. “You didn’t think to mention this at the party? She’s right here, making herself at home.”

“It was a favor man,” he says, like offering my space to someone who’s not one of us is the norm.

“I don’t even know who she is—”

“Her name’s Kanyin. She’s doing her PhD in MIT. She missed a connecting flight to Tokyo for some PhD stuff. And you remember what we were discussing earlier, the system outage impacting the airlines. My sis, Ngozi sent her to me. The house is closest to SFO, where she was stranded. I said your place would be fine. I didn’t think you’ll be there—”

“I could have killed her.”

“Oh boy eh, no touch am o.”

“Touch wetin?” I say, though my gaze flickers involuntarily to the woman in question. She’s folded her arms, her lips twisted to the side as she watches me pace the room. I stop mid-step, caught in an absurd tug of annoyance and interest.

Then I slide my eyes down to her legs. Her toes stare at me—well-kept, nails a clean pale, the arch neat as a sculpture. Pretty feet. Fine as hell. A gold anklet will look good on them.

No, no. I can’t lose my train of thought just because someone got a pedicure before missing a flight to Tokyo. And MIT? What the hell is she doing all the way out here in San Francisco?

Obinna laughs over the line. “Chill, bro. I know she’s not your spec, but her head’s hot. Trust me, she’s cool people. She’ll be out of there the moment the airline systems are back up. You know how these things go—no airport in their right mind lets something like that drag on for long. The backlog alone must be insane.”

“What do you know about my spec?” I snap.

“Oh boy, na only that one you hear?” He chuckles.

Ọdẹ[4].

“Relax. She’ll be gone before you know it,” he says, assuring me.

“It’s because it’s you oh.”.

“Thanks, bro.”

“Fuck off.” I hit the red button on my watch, cutting him off.

Hmmph.

My eyes wander back to Kanyin, who’s scrolling through her phone without a care in the world. I told her to keep her hands in the air and she’s touching her phone. Can a PhD student be this dumb? Laughing at the face of death?

But damn if she isn’t intriguing.

I only just noticed she’s in a nightgown, ready for bed, in my space, while I was speaking with Obinna. Still, I can’t deny the irritation bubbling under my skin. I don’t want to be responsible for anyone else, let alone someone who seems oblivious to boundaries.

9mm secured, I step forward and plant myself in front of her. She glances up, catching my eye, and there’s a flicker of something I can’t place. Amusement? Challenge? Whatever.

Either way, I’m certain she’s going to be a big problem.

KANYIN

I TUT UNDER MY BREATH, cross my arms, listening to Tunde’s voice cut through the room. No attempt at privacy, no effort to lower his tone, no hiding the contempt in every word. Fine. Let him spew it all out. Better than fake niceties.

I keep my expression neutral, feigning disinterest, though I catch him sneaking side-glances at me.

Seven hours ago, when I got the greenlight to crash here until I rebook my flight, I thought this was going to be simple, seamless stay. Like an in and out something. Blame my thriftiness for booking that ridiculous connection—trying to juggle my Stanford presentation and still make a cheap flight to Japan. Now? I’m trapped in the lair of a man with a gun and the reputation to match.

And what a lair.

Unlocking my phone to go through my recent internet search, my stomach twists in ways I absolutely refuse to label. And then, in a flash, a flicker of something unbidden curl low in my chest before disappearing.

Intimidation? Attraction? No. Definitely not. I refuse to let his legend, his wealth, or his annoyed glare touch me. He’s exactly the type of man I have no business entertaining. Powerful. Most likely used to getting his way. Looks like a user. I’d be morbidly dense and stupid for me to ever consider a stray thought in that direction.

The call ends. By the time I raise my gaze to him, he’s flicking the gun into safety mode—at least I hope that’s what he did—then steps toward me. His eyes pin me in place. Hard and calculating. His gaze nearly makes me shiver.

“Kanyin, huh?” His tone is quiet, but there’s an edge to it.

I arch a brow, refusing to blink. Duh, he told me not to. “And you’re Tunde.”

His lips twitch and the smile it forms is anything but friendly, warm or welcoming. Then he retreats half a step, watching me like I might sprout horns.

I tilt my head slightly. “So, what’s the verdict?”

His jaw clenches. “What do you mean?”

Licking my lips, I push past the discomfort of his scrutiny. “Are you going, or are we staying here together?”

The second the words leave my mouth, I realize how they sound. Heat rushes to my cheeks, but I don’t take them back. Let him twist the meaning however he wants.

His long and merciless stare slices into me, telling me all I already know. When I start thinking he’s gone mute, he says, “I’ll be here for a while.”

I exhale, relieved. “Thank you. I’ll sort things out immediately and be gone before you know it. Tomorrow evening, latest.”

“I hear you,” he says, his voice dripping with irony. “Welcome to my house.”

Swallowing, I sit up straighter. You’ll not regret it.

The stage is set, and the drama is about to unfold. Curious how they got from here to the video snippet I shared on Instagram? Find out by preordering a discounted copy of Yoruba Demon: Tunde from my Selar Store — bit.ly/camaaselar

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Yoruba Demon: Tunde Release Dates

eBook

Selar: December 17, 2025

Amazon: December 22, 2025

Physical copies

Amazon: Paperback & Hardcover December 23, 2025**

West African Bookstores: February 20, 2026**

** means dates are tentative and might be a week earlier or later.

More Cover Reveals!

In my next letter announcing the ebook release of Yoruba Demon: Tunde, I’ll also be dropping the covers for the next two books in the series:

Yoruba Demon: Obinna

And after plenty of deliberation and your persistent requests… Yoruba Demon: Kemi!

Kenny’s story was actually supposed to come first, but hey—let’s give the ladies room to shineeeee.

Keep showing love to the Catching Feelings series, and don’t forget to preorder Implication while it’s still discounted. Let’s keep the momentum going!

eBook releases early Spring 2026. Add to your Goodreads TBR. Read Lagos Lovin’ books.

Spread the word.

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Catch Me Live in 2026

I’ve committed to four in-person events next year (more to come!)

• April 18: Upstate New York, USA

• July 25: Trumbull, Connecticut, USA

• August 15: Baltimore, Maryland, USA

• September 5: Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Save the dates! I’d love to meet you if you’re nearby! Check my website for pre-orders + details.

2026 Events

Until Next Time…

That’s it for now! Thank you again for rocking with me, reading my books, and letting my characters live in your imagination.

Until the next letter — keep reading, stay jiggy, and follow peace with all men.

XoxO

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Hey Camaraderie — 2026 is almost here!

October was a trying month for me, from my mobile phone deciding to pack up without warning, to failing at my writing/editing goal. One thing though, I was able to vlog, edit and upload to YouTube, which I’m grateful for. If you haven’t do watch and subscribe for more behind-the-scene content. I’m currently vlogging/documenting my first international event as an author.

What’s in this letter?

• Let’s Meet This November

• Yoruba Demons Billionaire Club: Updates!

• The Authors @ Love Bants & Signature goes to Canada

• Implication Cover Reveal!

• Free Books for You!

• Catch Me Live in 2026

Let’s Meet This November

“Hey Google, play New York City Girl by Fireboy DML.”

Fine girl from New York City
I don’t mind if you give me chance
Can I have just one more dance
Before you leave for the summer time
Runaway with me
I don’t care if you you’ve got a man plans
Can I have just one more dance
Before you leave for the summer time

If you’re in New York City on November 16, will I see you at HeyGround Harlem?

I honestly planned to stay lowkey until next year, but when the chance to step out before 2025 wraps up popped up, I thought, why not? So yes, I’ll be outside! Catch me live at the @lazyandlit 3rd Annual Cozy Book Fair.

Stop by for books, signings, fun accessories, and a chance to connect—I can’t wait to see you there!

Tickets do sell out, so grab yours soon. Use code CAMAA for a BOGO deal via LazyandLit’s website.

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Yoruba Demons Billionaire Club Update

Yoruba Demon: Femi has crossed 100 reviews on Goodreads!
So I have to ask, why haven’t you read it yet? And if you have, why haven’t you dropped your review on Amazon or Goodreads?

To everyone who already has, thank you. And to those spreading the good news of Yoruba Demon: Femi, thank you even more. Yoruba Demon: Tunde is coming.

Yoruba Demon: Tunde is already causing trouble, and I’m not even done writing! Thank you for all the love and messages after the cover reveal; they honestly keep me going. I’ve made good progress on this draft and I’m hoping to get it on my editor’s desk before she disappears for the holidays. If not… well, we might be waiting till next year. But I really want you to read Yoruba Demon: Tunde this Christmas—the Christmassy scenes are too good to miss—so yes, I’m writing as fast as I can!

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The Authors @ Love Bants & Signature (LBS) goes to Canada

In case you missed it, we’ve announced the authors who’ll be at LBSToronto2026!

Early bird tickets for this intimate event will go live November 15, 2025. Will I see you there?

Register your interest to attend.

Follow us on Instagram for live updates: @lovebantsnsignatures

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Implication Cover Reveal!

Yep, back to back cover reveals!

And now, it’s time for Implication!!!!

Implication is a reverse age-gap romance and the second book in the Catching Feelings series which follows the story of Leo (Zena’s bestie) and Ash (Alfie’s daughter).

About

He’s too young. Too intense. Too much like the life she’s trying to outrun.

Ashionye, a seasoned gallery manager, meets Leo, a younger, brooding artist, while scouting fresh talent for Bibi Art Gallery. Neither expects their worlds to collide in a way that feels both electric and terrifying. But as Ashionye grapples with her father’s reputation as a man notorious for chasing younger women, she questions whether her growing feelings for Leo are a reflection of her own fears—or a path to something real.

Now time for the cover…

eBook releases early Spring 2026.

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Free Books for You!

I’m excited to be part of the Black Readers Appreciation Event for the third year in a row, a beautiful initiative by author A. A. Lewis.

This event is our way of saying thank you for your unwavering support and dedication to independent Black authors. Through your engagement—downloading books, sharing reviews, and spreading the word—you help ensure that indie authors have the platform they deserve, and we are honored to celebrate that connection with you.

This year, Picture This will be free on Amazon Kindle and on my website from November 5–8. Don’t miss your chance to grab Picture This and other amazing reads via the #BRAE website.

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Catch Me Live in 2026

I’ve committed to four in-person events next year:

• April 18: Upstate New York, USA

• July 25: Trumbull, Connecticut, USA

• August 15: Baltimore, Maryland, USA

• September 5: Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Save the dates! I’d love to meet you if you’re nearby! Check my website for pre-orders + details.

2026 Events

Until Next Time…

That’s it for now! Thank you again for rocking with me, reading my books, and letting my characters live in your imagination.

Until the next letter — keep reading, stay jiggy, and follow peace with all men.

XoxO

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You made it here. Now…

Take a deep breath.

Scroll down slowly.

Savor the moment.

Because what you’re about to witness isn’t just another book cover — it’s the face of a story where he’s a tech mogul tangled in a web of family dysfunction, and she’s a PhD student trying to hold together a family scattered across the globe and… graduate top of class (as per normal.)

I’ve been buzzing with excitement for this one! Knowing exactly the kind of man Tunde is—all charismatic, intellectual, and dangerous—NelsonXp’s illustration captures him perfectly.

And the cover design? Done by yours truly, Margaret Adetimehin.

Now… brace yourself.
Feast your eyes on the Yoruba Demon of the hour.

🔥 Yoruba Demon: Tunde 🔥

Tell me—can you guess what language his tattoo is in?

About Yoruba Demon: Tunde

Not all demons thrive on confusion; some play the game until it plays them.

Tunde, a tech mogul and one of the infamous Yoruba Demons Billionaires lives for adrenaline and control. He’s mastered the art of staying detached—until Dr. Kanyin (well almost a doctor) moves into his house... and dangerously close to his heart.

Now it’s time to ginger my ginger by pre-ordering your copy!

Release date ain’t set in stone yet (laughs in toddler mum struggles), but my goal is to have Yoruba Demon: Tunde in your hands before Christmas 2025!

So go ahead—hit that pre-order button and let’s make this Yoruba Demon’s debut one for the books.

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Will I See You?

Until Next Time…

That’s it for now! Thank you again for rocking with me, reading my books, and letting my characters live in your imagination.

Until the next letter — keep reading, stay jiggy, and follow peace with all men.

XoxO

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Hey Camaraderie — It’s Been A Minute

It feels like years since I last dropped in your inbox, but honestly? Motherhood is the biggest slum. If I’m not chasing my toddling toddler up the stairs, I’m decoding her new “language” or trying to guess what she’s pointing at (amidst a thousand other things). As proof, here’s an audio I managed to capture recently while she was attempting yet another staircase run.

We took our first official walk, and someone was way too excited—pointing at everything and walk-running ahead of her poor caretakers who were struggling to keep up.

Yep, we’re still breastfeeding. Hopefully our breastfeeding journey will come to an soon. We’re deep in potty training too. She’s doing great—but me? I’m the one tired of running to the bathroom for false alarms. I can’t complain, though. The joke will be on her in a few months.

On top of that, I’m still wearing all the hats as an indie author + business owner. Writing doubles as therapy for me, and I love the rush of bringing characters from my head into your hands.

PS: I had to move this newsletter to Substack because the email marketing gods want to drain my pockets. So, yayyy, I’m still learning my way around this tool (God bless its creators), but for now you can expect more letters from me here.

What’s in this letter?

• Thank You for Imagine That

• Big News: My First International Event

• Yoruba Demons Billionaire Club Update

• Keeping Up With Adeola—Final Books

• Catch Me Live in 2026

Thank You for Imagine That

Abebi & Sanmi’s story (Imagine That) had such a beautiful release month—all thanks to you! If you haven’t grabbed your copy yet:

• Available worldwide on Amazon (ebook, paperback, hardcover).

• Paperbacks are also in bookstores across Nigeria & Ghana.

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Big News: We’re Storming Toronto!

Okay, this one is close to my heart. Next year, myself and a group of author friends are storming Toronto, Canada—and this is my very first time organizing a major international event!

The truth? It’s been a journey. From scouting venues and vendors, to watching other events flop, to literally praying day and night that everything aligns—this is huge for me. And I’m so grateful for the support of my fellow authors and event organizers who’ve had my back through the planning process. (You’ll get to meet them officially when we reveal the lineup next month).

Here’s what you should know:

• Follow us on Instagram: @lovebantsnsignatures

• Author lineup drops in October (and yes, your favorite African & African-in-Diaspora authors are on board).

• Tickets drop in November—limited spots because we want to maximize the vibe and the enjoyment.

And if there’s an author you’d love to see at the event, send them our Instagram page so they don’t miss out.

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Yoruba Demons Billionaire Club Update

I know some of you are still processing Enesi & Femi, but listen — this series has 12 books, and I’m determined to drop them hot-hot. 🔥

So here’s the tea:

• I’m currently writing the second draft of Book 2 — Yoruba Demon: Tunde.

• Expect drama, secrets, and… a lil’ kink. (Let’s just say some fetishes snuck their way in.)

• Cover reveal: October 15. (You, my dearest camaraderie, will get it earlier.

• Target ebook release: Week of Thanksgiving (ignore the preorder dates that say summer 2026—motherhood means mummy plans, toddler decides).

And you know how it goes: if you’re in Africa and don’t have access to Amazon, you can preorder now at a discounted rate via bit.ly/camaaselar. Once the book releases, it’ll only be up for a week before going into Kindle Unlimited—so it’s best to lock your copy now.

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Keeping Up With Adeola—Final Books

With author L. Leigh, we’re wrapping up Keeping Up With Adeola series! The short, steamy, adrenaline-pumping reads drops before the year closes out. Start reading the series today and keep an eye out for the remainder!

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Catch Me Live in 2026

I’ve committed to four in-person events next year:

• April 18: Upstate New York

• July 25: Connecticut

• August 15: Baltimore, Maryland

• September 5: Toronto, Canada

Save the dates! I’d love to meet you if you’re nearby! Check my website for pre-orders + details.

2026 Events

Until Next Time…

That’s it for now! Thank you again for rocking with me, reading my books, and letting my characters live in your imagination.

Until the next letter — keep reading, stay jiggy, and follow peace with all men.

XoxO

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