‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The TV series "Strippers Need Love Too" follows Ecstasy Haynes, a vivacious Bajan bombshell in Atlanta's most notorious strip scene, determined to turn her stage persona into a real future. At just 23, she wants it all: money, status, and true love. But when a shocking massacre brings chaos to the club and forces its sudden closure, her fast-track to financial freedom is cut short, leaving her scrambling for a new plan in a world that sees her as disposable. Torn between two fascinating men━Diondre Walker, a talented, charismatic entrepreneur with a messy past, and Zeus Garza, a high-profile, Trinidadian male model whose allure is as dangerous as it is irresistible━Ecstasy finds herself walking a thin line between temptation and destruction. Both men want her, and 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 will back down. The deeper she falls, the more her ambition drowns in fixation, betrayal, and 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱. This isn't your average love triangle; it's survival━where every dollar, every dance, and every decision could cost her everything. In a universe where strippers are underestimated and men play dirty, Ecstasy's greatest weapon isn't her beauty... it's her ability to outsmart the game. @GLOSSNEILES ON THE COVER ART.

"𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚..." - 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻 𝗲𝘅·​𝗶𝗹𝗲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐝𝐞•𝐯𝐨•𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧; 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞. - "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞,"

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?"

𝙨𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙚 𝙭 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣. ❦ | 𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . ᶜʰʳⁱᵃᵐᵒⁿᵗᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵍʰᵉᵗᵗᵒ 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels more like a loaded gun than a safe place to land. Set in the shadows of Los Angeles, where palm trees line the blocks but can't cover up the sirens, body bags & trauma, it follows the twisted, all consuming bond between two souls, two victims of life's circumstances, too damaged to love right, but too addicted to let go. This ain't ALL fiction. It's the unfiltered truth of what happens when love turns toxic, when passion is laced with pain, & when walking away could save your life, but staying feels like the only way to breathe. It's about being hooked on someone who breaks you in pieces, slowly, until you don't even recognize your own reflection. What makes it worse for them? The violence didn't just live outside their door. Both were born into a family war where colors, street names, & grudges were damn near inherited. Their love was always a risk, always a target. They tried to escape it, to build something that didn't echo their past with one other, but still, the pain followed. Loss piled up. Friends, family, pieces of themselves, until even love felt like another battlefield. The streets never really let go of their past. Not when last names are triggers. Not when loyalty is life or death. In this story, heartbreak isn't some poetic lifetime script, it's violent & real. Mental peace is a luxury, & the heart's pull feels more like a curse than a blessing. 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is for the ones who loved past the red flags, stayed through the damage, & bled for a connection that was never safe to begin with. It's violent. Tender. Fucked up. But it's honest.

You, you, you, you and me could stop this love drought Parts 2 and 3 of 'Allure' series

"ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ."

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.

We're not supposed to do this. How could you make me feel this way? I'm not supposed to love you.

𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭? "𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫," (recently revised)