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💋Love, Trust, & Pleasure: Brothers of Kemet Series: Synopsis and PRe-order info!


I'm very excited Kai Leakes is finally releasing the first book to this series. Ladies, listen to me when I tell you these men are about to BLOW your mind...and a few other things. I don't want to spoil anything, but I do have my favorite BOK male, and I am on pins and needles awaiting his release. Until then, Kwame is here! Well... he's coming...pun so intended. Check out the synopsis for Love, Trust, & Pleasure: Brothers of Kemet Series, book 1, down below:

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In the magnetic world of Atlanta, there is a secret shared between women who want to forgo love and their everyday reality. Pleasure, sex, and sensual associations guide these women to a special enigmatic foundation of men known to tailor to their wildest desires: The Brothers of Kemet.

At the head of B.O.K is president, Kwame Hughes, one of Atlanta’s sexiest men and a wealthy bachelor who happens to not trust in love, since the tragic loss of his wife. His needs are masked in the desire to make sure every woman he is with will ‘be okay’. When his personal mantra leads him to cross paths with the alluring Karma Assante who has something no other woman has had since his wife: his attention, the question of love will change his mantra from ‘being okay’ to ‘trust in me.’

Karma Assante’s life just hit a huge whirlwind. One that has made her trust in love falter. When a chance encounter introduces her to Kwame, all Karma wants is to do her job, not put her trust in failure again or fall for a man who takes her breath away.


Join the passionate beginnings of the Brothers of Kemet, Karma, and Kwame in Love, Trust, and Pleasure by award-nominated author Kai Leakes.

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