A bite. A bond. A burning desire When Elias Moore marks her with his bite, Zariah is pulled into a hidden world where blood runs deeper than secrets. She craves his bite. His blood. His touch. All Elias wants is love, but there's someone who will stop at nothing to make sure he spends the rest of eternity alone and miserable. But he'll do anything to protect her. He's drawn to her purity, and they find out their connection runs deeper than they thought.

Lena Blackwell works in an illegal after-hours Black & Tan club in Bronzeville where she seduces twin brothers Smoke and Stack. Each brother has qualities she likes and she embarks on an illicit affair with both. All is well until one of the twins starts catching feelings.

Clarksdale, Mississippi. 1897. Taiwo Smoke recently gave birth to twin boys, Elijah and Elias. Haunted by lucid dreams foreshadowing danger for the babies, Taiwo hopes to use conjuring magic to protect her sons from the supernatural tricksters who want to snatch the children's uncertain futures away.

Annie's world shattered the night she delivered her daughter stillborn. Months later, nothing feels the same. Her husband Elijah turned distant, colder. When he started returning home bloody without wound, Annie realized her marriage wouldn't be the only thing at risk.

The Smoke-Stack twins aren't new to the world of sex, money, liquor, drugs , & violence-but when they return home to start anew & open up a Juke joint, new problems arise.

Smoke Moore has returned from WWI with his twin brother Stack and meets Annie for the first time. Smitten immediately by the young Creole beauty, Smoke longs to make Annie his own. But he has to get past his brother and another rival suitor first.

Annie has been asked by her estranged husband Smoke to provide hot food for the opening of his new juke joint in Clarksdale. After seven years apart, their passion and love for each other hasn't waned, but Smoke learns the hard way that leaving his wife alone for a long stretch of time doesn't mean other suitors haven't been chomping at the bit to be with her in his absence.

I was always lost on what freedom and love looked like. I thought it looked like moving away at first, then it turned into just being able to go into town without worry. After that it looked just like a man I used to know, and after he left. I had no idea what exactly freedom should look, taste, sound or smell like anymore. I thought I had everything I needed growing up, and that freedom didn't exactly matter. Why care about it, as long as we were locked away together? Now years and a few months later, I was forced to figure that out. What freedom looked like for me.