Catalyna Jade is an old-money princess desperate for freedom from her family's control. As the youngest sibling, she's been told what to do and how to do it her entire life. But when a promise made years ago forces her into an arranged marriage with the cold-hearted killer, Braxton Kanu, her life takes a dangerous turn she never saw coming.

For six years, Patrice Loving lived inside a marriage that started like a fairytale and turned into a private kind of hell. Mentally, physically, and emotionally abused by the man who swore he loved her, Patrice learned how to survive by going quiet, hiding her pain, and planning her escape in silence. Pregnant and living with MS, she finally runs in the middle of the night with nothing but the money she stashed and the strength Carmari Davis never realized she still had. Then she lands in the life of Hazel "Menace" Knight a ruthless street nigga who never pretends to be anything other than what he is. Menace doesn't sell Patrice pretty lies or polished promises. What he gives her is harder, rougher, and realer: protection, honesty, and a love that shows up every day for her and the baby she carries. But with Carmari still hunting for the woman he thought he broke, Menace is ready to become every bit of the menace they say he is to make sure Patrice and Halo stay his.

Prosper Klarity Athens was supposed to say I do to the man she loved-until the doors of her wedding burst open and a stranger with a devil's smile claimed her as his wife. Kapone Symeer St. James doesn't ask. He takes. And what he takes has already been promised to him in blood. Bound by a vow made before Prosper ever took her first breath, she's forced into a marriage she never agreed to with a man who rules California's streets by fear alone. Kapone is power, control, and calculated violence-everything Prosper swore she'd never bow to. But when lies, betrayal, and obsession start bleeding from inside her own family, Prosper is forced to confront the truth: The real danger isn't the man who claimed her... It's the ones who want to destroy what she's becoming. In a world where love is lethal, loyalty is bought in blood, and obsession is the purest form of devotion-Prosper must decide if she'll keep running from the darkness... Or sit beside it on the throne.

Adorè Davis, a single mom of three, she has always loved music since childhood. Her dreams of becoming a female artist were put on hold after she became pregnant with her first child, with many telling her she couldn't juggle both motherhood and music. She pushed her aspirations aside during a 10-year relationship, and eventually having two more children. She and her boyfriend went their separate ways. During the 2024 Spring Jam, Adorè meets Xavier Hunts, famously known as "Ghost Face." Xavier is a ghostwriter for many big artists, but true fans know he also releases his own music under the alias "Mikale James." Though he never performs his own songs, he's always present at industry events. Xavier is known for his player reputation with women, but after spending time with Adorè, people start noticing a change in his personality. What happens when two people take a chance on their careers and on love?

Temptation In Cleats. A college athlete romance where she is emotionally unavailable and meets a boy that lights up her whole world, tempting her to fall into the temptation of love.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Nour Delour doesn't chase men. She manufactures them. Shapes their desire with oils, honey, blood, and flame. In her Harlem candle boutique, every scent has a spell, every wick a whisper of old Southern rootwork passed down from women who knew how to make love feel like a fever. So when Rajah Thomas━the ex who ghosted her, walks by her shop window with his new girl on his arm, Nour doesn't cry. She gets even. She carves his name into wax, mixes it with her own essence, then lights the candle her grandmother warned her never to use: the 𝗪𝗮𝘅 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. It doesn't just draw Rajah back━it 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘴 him. And this time, he returns with wet eyes, trembling hands, and a craving he can't explain. He's starving for her aroma, her skin, her darkness. He says her name like a prayer. Cries when she lets him taste her. Tells her he'll never leave again. But obsession has a cost, and magic always demands balance. As the flame burns lower, Rajah unravels. He starts sleeping outside her door. Sobbing when she doesn't answer. Losing jobs, friends, time. As for Nour? She's not untouched. She's sweating through her sheets. Moaning his name in her sleep. Bleeding from places that shouldn't bleed. The spell has tethered them by more than lust━it's welded their souls into something unnatural, and if she tries to break it, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. Still, there's a part of her━the part that wanted this━that isn't ready to let go. Because this love? It's not soft. It's not safe. It's 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆. 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄. @GLOSSNEILES ON THE COVER ART.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

With my hand on the knob, I twist it open, but the action was interrupted by his voice echoing off the walls. " Come here," I look over my shoulder, " No, I'm not in the mood for this shit." I hissed. " I wasn't askin. Come. Here." He demanded. I huffed, slamming the door shut and leaning against the door. " What?" He gestures towards the seat, " Sit down." " No, I don't have to do a damn thing." I refused, standing far away from him as possible. I wanted to be nowhere near him. " Sit down or I'll sit you down myself." He warns, glaring at me. ------------ #1 in urban romance #1 in black love #1 in glory to God #1 in bwbm #1 in lotsofdrama