I just have a sweet tooth....

Noe'Lani Skye was supposed to be teaching little girls pliés and pirouettes - not rebuilding her life in a Miami penthouse with a broken heart, a drained bank account, and a daughter she's no longer allowed to see. After a brutal divorce to wealthy businessman Vaughn Mason, Noe'Lani finds herself emotionally destroyed, financially cornered, and one step away from losing everything. With the clock ticking and custody lawyers waiting for her to fail, Miami becomes her last chance at survival. Then she finds Freak Show. Miami's most elite gentlemen's club isn't just full of dancers - it's a world of money, obsession, luxury, power, and dangerous men who ruin beautiful women for sport. But when Noe'Lani walks through those neon-lit doors, her ballet background, soft beauty, and quiet sadness immediately make her stand out. Especially to Nasir Kane. Record label owner. Emotionally unavailable. Possessive. Dangerous. Nasir doesn't believe in love - only control. And the moment he sees Noe'Lani on stage, he decides she belongs to him long before she's ready to admit it herself. But in a city built on temptation, survival has a price. And the deeper Noe'Lani falls into the world of Freak Show, the harder it becomes to tell the difference between being desired... and being destroyed.

When others fall down, they tend to always be right there to pick them up. Interlude: An Intervening period of time. Things falling into place without conflict feel like an interlude. Your favorite song is always an interlude just as it was Jorja's. Being pushed back out into the real world from such a restricted place didn't come new to her now that she was under the eye of her estranged family. When she has to be looked after under her younger sister, she's introduced into the world of Orion Brown. Orion Brown, a rising heavyweight boxer from Chicago, Illinois known in the city, but private & unwelcoming, behind the scenes-suffering with internal battles of his own. He makes it hard for Jorja to adjust whenever he's around, but over an intervening period of time.....he started to hum to the tone of her interlude. This is Jorja's Interlude.

there is no intersection.

Real love comes with real trials. Are we strong enough to survive the flames.

Allure...to powerfully attract or charm; tempt. It was the physical attraction that they believed kept them coming back, but in reality, it was more than that. Two broken souls, unaware to the fact the fix was one another.

He leaned back, looking at her face again before his fingers slid under her chin, lifting it so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "You love me." He said, shaking his head in mock sympathy. "& that's the most reckless thing you could've ever done." His grip tightened slightly under her jaw, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he could. His thumb grazed her jaw, slower this time, respectful. "Love doesn't make me weak, baby. It makes me more dangerous. Because I love you back, meaning I now have something to lose." He leaned in until his lips hovered just above hers, their breath mingling. "& I don't like that. Not having shit to lose is what kept me untouchable, now I got a weakness & now we gotta die holding hands because you ain't doing this shit without me & I ain't doing it without you. So, Naytiri, you sure you wanna bleed for me?"