Two spicy paperbacks featuring two of your favorite brothers from Columbus, Ohio.

Love and Khalil

What started as a one-night stand quickly morphs into something else as Jayana fights to find her stolen car.

Jayana

I just wanted to let off some steam after being single for months. However, after a horrible night of lukewarm sex, I wake to find my car missing. Did my ass get Kia-boyed? No. Instead, what happened is far worse.

I got robbed by a one-night stand. That's one item off my unwritten bucket list.

Now I'm stuck in a mess, and to make matters worse, the cops aren't doing anything but filling my life with half-baked police reports. Continuing to add to my endless frustration is the guy handling my insurance case.

Khalil Washington is insufferable. An arrogant jackass who sits at his desk all day, steadily talking shit on the phone until it's time for us to meet.

And now, his fine ass is always in my face...

Khalil

Tracking down stolen cars is my job. To say I'm amazing at it, is an understatement. When a new case lands on my desk, I'm determined to prove the insurer, Jayana Alexander, is responsible. The woman is borderline insane. Yet, the craziness of her life breaks up the monotony in mine.

Between the overwhelming chaos coming with her and those lips coated in sarcasm, I can't stop thinking about Jayana. Nothing about this case is routine, and the more I spend time with her, I'm ready for her to see why no one leaves a Washington brother.

Love and Kofi

What was supposed to be a simple tattoo cover-up turns into something far more complicated when assumptions collide, attitudes clash, and sparks fly.

Me’Chelle

I didn’t walk into the tattoo shop looking for conversation, judgment, or attitude. I just want a cover-up. Of all the dumb mistakes I’ve made in my life, getting my future ex-husband’s name tattooed on me has got to be the biggest. Now, I need someone to cover it and give me a fresh start as I grow used to my new normal.

Except the tattoo artist is rude, short-tempered, and clearly thinks I’m someone else. Someone he’s slept with already. But this tattoo has to go, and I only want the best… Apparently, the best is Kofi Washington.

Now I’m stuck trusting a man who insulted me in a big way. A man whose eyes linger a little too long every time he’s close enough to touch my skin.

Kofi

As the youngest of three brothers, everyone assumes I’m still immature. At work, I run a tight shop. You follow my rules, stay out of my way, and don’t waste my time. No drama is the way I lead my professional life.

When she walks in, I’m sure I know exactly who she is, and I want nothing to do with her, except I’m wrong. By the time I realize it, it’s already too late to take back my attitude and the words I’ve said. My brand is everything, so I do the unthinkable. I offer a massive discount; anything to get this woman to stay for this cover-up.

Covering her tattoo was supposed to be just another job. But Me’Chelle has a mouth on her, one that’s getting under my skin with every word from her lips. The more time we spend together, the more I realize some things aren’t meant to be erased. Some women leave marks deeper than ink… and Me’Chelle is one of them.