"Everybody had something to say about us. A senior and a scammer? They swore it wouldn't last. But we ain't built like them. We don't fold under pressure. We ride through the hate, through the chaose, through the 305 together."

28-year-old Harmoni Williams didn't come to the remote luxury island looking for pleasure-she came to pitch her last shot at success. With her beauty brand on the verge of collapse, this exclusive retreat of moguls and millionaires is her Hail Mary. She's prepared to beg, pitch, and hustle for the right investor. What she never expected was Master Walter. At 41, he's more than just the richest man in the room-he's dominant, ruthless, and dripping in power. His interest isn't in her business plan... it's in her. He offers Harmoni a deal: for one weekend, she gives him everything. Her mind. Her body. Her submission. No questions. No safe words. No escape. In exchange, he'll fund her dreams. It's immoral. It's insane. And yet, when he touches her, when he commands her, when he looks at her like she's already his-saying no becomes impossible. But what begins as a weekend of wicked indulgence spirals into something deeper... darker... more dangerous. Will Harmoni survive surrendering to a man like him-or will she be forever marked by the man who demanded her submission?

Ameri Jones is new to Chicago, she wanted a change and a change is what she got. Wanting to expand her business in hair, Chicago was a great move...but when someone takes an interest in her things change even more. Chance Smith, a retired gang leader who is now walking a clean life...trying to put his certificate in barbering to use, he books a suite. When the mystery woman in the next room catches his attention he realize he met his match.

Book Cover By @sudansaint Drawn to the veiled danger of an ex-con at her father's tattoo parlor, a bored woman finds thrilling escape in his arms-and an unknown stalker, only for his silent admiration to curdle into a terrifying possessiveness that, instead of terror, ignites a fierce arousal and intrigue within her. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Liam Russell, a man defined by his quiet intensity and deeply possessive nature, emerges from prison seeking a fresh start. He finds it at "Desirable Ink," a tattoo parlor owned by the formidable yet strangely welcoming Jamal Hart. Under Jamal's wing, Liam quickly finds his footing as an artist, but his observant gaze soon fixates on Harmony Hart - Jamal's vibrant, captivating daughter. What begins as a captivated admiration for Harmony quickly curdles into a chilling obsession. Liam watches her, learns her patterns, and soon, stalks her every move, consumed by a fierce, undeniable need to possess her. Unbeknownst to him, Harmony, desperate for a taste of dark desires, is drawn to Liam's silent intensity, seeing a darkness reflected in his watchful eyes. But she isn't fully prepared for what she wishes for.

Book Cover By: @sudansaint A young waitress's dating life is a disaster, but her next encounter could be deadly when the alluring tattoo artist she's drawn to reveals himself to be a monster with a twisted plan to own her completely. •••••••• Raya finds herself falling into the lap of a mysterious and enigmatic tattoo artist, Jamal Hart, whom she had recently commissioned for a piece. Little does she know, Jamal has been secretly stalking and observing her every move, with a hidden agenda to corrupt and possess her. She doesnt know that Jamal's aloofness is a carefully constructed facade. He is obsessed with her. He knows everything: her work schedule, her favorite color, even the brand of lotion she keeps on her nightstand. His knowledge isn't innocent admiration; it's the product of meticulous, unsettling stalking. Jamal doesn't want Raya for a conventional relationship. His desires are far more twisted. He sees her perceived vulnerability as an opportunity. He wants to corrupt her, to push her boundaries, to strip away her independence and remake her in his own image. He wants to possess her, body and soul. (This story has been edited and is now completed.)

Rumi "Rue" Monroe was a girl who grew up too quick and too soon. When her parents died, all she had left was herself, her overworked aunt, and bills they could never quite outrun. Fresh out of a relationship after catching her man in bed with another woman, Rue is exhausted working herself to the bone, drowning in responsibilities, and done with men altogether. She keeps her head down, minding her business, praying life gives her something better than struggle and disappointment. She isn't looking for love, danger, or anything that can break her again. Until she meets him. Nazir "Naz" Creed is the coldest man in the city a quiet storm with a reputation that speaks louder than he ever needs to. Running the streets with his brothers built him an empire people fear and respect in equal measure. Naz moves with precision, loyalty, and violence when necessary, and he's never cared about much outside money, power, and keeping his circle alive. But then he sees Rue. What starts as a chance encounter turns into a collision neither of them can walk away from. Rue's sweetness clashes with Naz's darkness, her broken hope meets his guarded heart, and suddenly the city's coldest man finds himself warming to the one girl who wasn't looking for him in the first place. And the streets? The streets don't like when the wrong people start caring about each other.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by staying small. Head low. Mouth shut. No waves, no risks, no getting 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 quiet 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. He doesn't beg. He doesn't 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. Because in a world built on loyalty, violence, and revenge; love is the most dangerous thing you can touch.

𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜.𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻 𝙼𝙰𝙽. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎...

"𝐈'𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 !"

Here I am again... Different day, different hour, but trapped in the same haunting cycle, she thought. Tiara stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back like a stranger she couldn't escape. The hatred she felt wasn't loud it was quiet, cold, and relentless. Her eyes welled with tears as they traced the outline of her body, every curve now a battlefield. She despised what she saw. Not because she always had, but because somewhere along the way, the love she once had for herself faded... and she didn't know how to bring it back.