After a tragic house fire kills her parents, grieving Elana Brownstone and her volatile fiancé Darnell are given a second chance: a pristine new home in the exclusive, tight-knit neighborhood of Dreamville. Six identical gray houses, Perfect lawns, 𝐚 community that promises to heal broken relationships. But beneath the picture-perfect surface, something ancient and hungry is watching. As Elana's grief spirals and her relationship turns dangerously toxic, she discovers that Dreamville doesn't just want new residents... It wants to own them...𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑.

"SHE WAS HIS WEAKNESS... HE WAS HER ESCAPE..." 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Leighton, the beautiful lonely girl, wrapped in luxury, and Dayvon, who's well known on the south side of Chicago, cross a forbidden line where desire defies loyalty, secrets that need to stay silence, and a love never meant to exist becomes impossible to hide. But somewhere between her diamonds and his demons, something sacred sparked. He touched parts of her heart money could never fill.

Ameira was a girl who practically lived in her own world where everything was about her. She didn't boast about it though, she just knew that it was her world and everyone else was living in it. You couldn't necessarily blame her though. She was the baby of the family, always being pampered and spoiled, always getting everything she wanted and desired. Being raised from money made her understand that with a little bit of cash, everything can be handled. When she opened a little floral shop out of boredom, but then it began bringing in real money. Which led her to becoming a florist in Miami, thanks to her parents having money all she needed was a little input from her father and her business was top in Miami. That's where she came across Khiyan. Khiyan who wasn't raised from money, who was forced to raise his siblings and pave the way to get the money that he has now. He knew the dangers of the world, having to fight and even go as far as murder. When Khiyan was driving down just trying to get from one place to another. But then boom. His car jolted forward when another car hit the back of his. He automatically exited his vehicle ready to ruin someone else's day just as much as they ruined his. But when he came across the sweet florist? Oh he knew he had to get her. MY SWEET AMEIRA.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚." Natalia glared at Lorenzo and tried crawling away from him once more, every cell in her body screaming for her to run as far away as she could. "How many times do I need to cum before you're satisfied?" Natalia panted against him, desperate noises leaving her mouth as the sixth orgasm started building in the pit of her stomach. Lorenzo pulled her closer when he sensed the girl crawling away, ignoring her whimpers as he grew rougher. "Until you realise this is a punishment, not a reward." "And when has excessive orgasms ever been a punishment?" "Let's see if you'll think the same in a few hours." ❦ Natalia Martin was simply on a work trip. Simply on a work trip when she happened to meet Lorenzo Valiente, not knowing that kissing him would change her life, not knowing that taking him to her hotel room would change her life, not knowing that offering him to stay would change her life. But neither had Lorenzo. Lorenzo Valiente hadn't expected that having sex with the strange woman would force her into hiding and that he'd feel compelled to take her in and undo what wrongs he had done by accidentally putting a bounty on her head. His status as capo dei capi had never affected the clueless women he fucked until then. And it was not like he had intended to put a million-dollar bounty on the young successful career woman's head. He just thought that her eyes were pretty. That her dimpled cheek was cute. And that her bright smile made his heart skip a beat.

Harlem Lee is a disciplined psychiatrist who believes in boundaries, ethics, and control-until she meets Patient 38, Kyrien: a brilliant, violent, dangerously perceptive man who has never taken a life, yet knows exactly how to dismantle a mind. What begins as a clinical assignment slowly mutates into a psychological chess match, where Kyrien doesn't just study Harlem-he reprograms her. As attraction blurs professionalism and escape turns into allegiance, Harlem finds herself willingly stepping into Kyrien's world: a world where power is subtle, loyalty is demanded, and manipulation feels like safety. On the run from the system meant to protect her, Harlem is reshaped-taught to observe, to detach, to obey instincts she never knew she had. But Kyrien's control doesn't stop with her. While Harlem becomes his chosen constant, Kyrien leaves a trail of broken minds in his wake-people reduced to hollow shells by his quiet, merciless psychological warfare. As his possessiveness deepens and his influence tightens, Harlem must confront a terrifying question: Is she being protected... or claimed

She rules the city with her mouth stained red and her hands clean of mercy. Seraphine rouge isn't a legend, but a law. An immortal vampire queen who feeds in velvet-lined rooms, seals contracts in blood, and decides who lives long enough to beg. Nightclubs are her altars. Red envelopes are her verdicts. If you receive one, your fate has already been chosen. She does not give her body without taking something in return. But there was always someone who disobeyed. Kingston Blackwell, a human kingpin with a drug empire, dirty money, and a hunger that rattles her more than the smell of blood. Kingston is violent, obsessive, and dangerously unafraid. Their connection is toxic and consuming; he wants to own her, and she wants to ruin him. And then there is Lucian Fox. The enemy's son. The forbidden love. His desire for her is quieter, deadlier, and written in prophecy sealed in blood magic rituals that feel far too intimate. Loving him could start a war, and his touch could end the world. As witches betray, demons collect their debts, bodies pile up, and the city begins to bleed. Seraphine is forced to confront the one thing no crown can protect them from. Because power is intoxicating, love is weakness, and the queen who lets herself burn, everything she rules with her. This is not a love story. This is a story about obsession, dominance, and the cost of sitting on a throne soaked in blood.

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?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 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.

Harlem doesn't forgive debts - it collects. Xyla never asked to be part of her father's street mistakes, but when his debt comes due, she becomes the payment. Snatched from her normal life and dropped into a world ruled by corners, codes, and consequences, Xyla finds herself under the control of Onyx - better known in Harlem as East. East runs his block with silence and fear. He's respected, dangerous, and untouchable. Loyalty is his currency, violence is his language, and weakness gets you buried. Keeping Xyla was supposed to be business - nothing more than leverage. But Xyla isn't weak, and she refuses to bow to the streets that claim her. As Harlem closes in and enemies start circling, tension turns into temptation and hate turns into something neither of them planned. East is torn between the rules that made him and the woman who's breaking every one of them. Xyla must decide if survival means escaping him... or standing beside him. In a city where love is a liability and trust gets you killed, one thing is certain - some debts don't get paid in cash. They get paid in blood, loyalty... and desire.

Sanaa Wright is Miami's best HR fixer. When a company is falling apart, she's the one businesses call to clean up the mess and she delivers results in four months or less. So when one of her long-term clients asks her to rebrand his struggling lounge, she takes the job without hesitation. She just doesn't expect to walk in on day one and leave with a broken ankle-courtesy of one of his employees. Zaire Collins. Known across Miami as the protection, Zaire owns one of the top security firms in Florida, trusted to guard nightclubs, bars, and high-profile events. Control is what he does best. But the day he accidentally breaks Sanaa Wright's ankle changes everything. Determined to make it right, Zaire goes out of his way to take care of her... even if that means giving Sanaa more access to him than anyone else has ever had. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to keep things strictly professional.