"𝙈𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 & 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙞. (Characters in story are not the characters on cover)

Treasure Hart is a woman running on fumes. By day, she's a paralegal chasing stability; by night, she's drowning in debt left behind by her father's gambling addiction. When collectors come knocking, she's forced to take on dangerous side hustles just to keep her little sister safe. That's when she meets Kyaire Gaulden, a man the city knows as a ghost. He's the enforcer for a powerful crew, feared for his brutality and respected for his silence. Kyaire doesn't mix business with pleasure until Treasure is sent to deliver a "payment" to him. One look at her, and Kyaire makes a choice that changes both of their lives he claims her debt as his own to "protect" her. Except protection comes with chains. Now Treasure belongs to him, caught in a cage of luxury, violence, and control. The deeper she's pulled into Kyaire's world, the more she sees the cracks in his armor the haunted man beneath the monster. Against her better judgment, she's drawn to him, even as his darkness consumes everything around them. But love in Kyaire's world isn't tender it's obsession. And when rivals use Treasure as leverage, she has to face the truth Kyaire will burn the city to the ground for her

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Nour Delour doesn't chase men. She crafts 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. @GLOSSNEILES ON THE COVER ART.

𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 🝮

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝-𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐧. 𝐀𝐫𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐆𝐢𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞. Cover @ Trenchlordtales

Zahara Wells never believed love could feel like punishment-until her father's debt became her price. When the Brewsters come calling to collect, she expects threats, maybe violence... not a proposal. Now bound to David Brewster III, the cold and calculated heir to Miami's most dangerous family, Zahara is forced into a world of money, blood, and silent wars. Her job? Play the perfect wife, smile for the cameras, and remember she's only there because her father owed him. But David doesn't want her obedience-he wants her loyalty. And the longer she stays, the more she realizes his touch feels less like control and more like protection. Still, in a world built on power and payback, falling for the man who owns you might be the deadliest mistake of all. Because nothing in the Brewster empire comes free. Not money. Not loyalty. Not love. Only The Contract. Coverrr by @TrenchLordTales <3

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫...

He rapped about pain. She lived through it. From the South Side of Chicago to the bright lights of Los Angeles, love was the one thing they couldn't fake. Zy'air Milan Brooks moved to L.A. for peace - to finish nursing school, rebuild herself, and finally leave the noise of Chicago behind. But peace turned into chaos the night she met Kairo "Kai" Williams, better known as Grandson, a rising drill rapper chasing fame on the West Coast. Kai carried the city in his voice - every loss, every scar, every friend he buried back home. Zy'air saw past the chains and the headlines to the man underneath, the one still trying to heal. Their chemistry was instant and dangerous. What started as passion became a war between love and loyalty. Because in Los Angeles, temptation is a lifestyle - and loyalty is tested every day. When secrets break their circle and betrayal hits too close, both of them must face the truth: sometimes the hardest person to forgive is the one you love the most. In a story of ambition, heartbreak, and second chances, Trap Love Letters proves that no matter how far you run, the past always finds its way home.

He gave her the world - then made her pay for it with her peace. Zariah Monroe came to Atlanta for a fresh start. New city. New salon. No love. After losing too much back in New York, all she wanted was quiet - just her, her little brother Dre, and her dream business, The Crown Room. But peace don't last long when your heart beats for chaos. Messiah Carter - or Mace Tha Don to the world - walked into her life with that New Orleans drawl, diamond chains, and the kind of energy that made every woman stare. He wasn't just a rapper; he was a storm. Passionate, jealous, and possessive - the type of man who'd buy you a car just to control where you go. What started as love turned into a power struggle - two souls too prideful to let go, too attached to walk away. Between Kendra's messy games, Mace's fame, and Zee's buried pain, their love became a battlefield where both kept losing pieces of themselves. And when betrayal, a secret pregnancy, and public humiliation push Zee past her breaking point, she learns that love might be free - but healing will cost everything.

"And she so fire, she my lil' slimearetta"