Implication Is Almost Here!
Sneak peeks, life updates and more!
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?
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.
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, USAApril 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!
My next letter will be about Implication’s release. Till then…
Happy reading and stay jiggy!
XoxO
