COVER BY: @-killfanatik ! Sapphire survived a childhood most wouldn't. Abandoned by a mother who tried to sell her and raised in the shadow of a father behind bars, she built walls so high no one could climb them. Onyx earned his name in blood. They call him the Reaper in the ring - undefeated, controlled, lethal. Fighting is the only thing that ever gave him peace in a world that taught him love was weakness. She doesn't trust protection. He doesn't walk away from what's his. When their worlds collide, attraction turns dangerous, secrets surface, and the past refuses to stay buried. Because loving the Reaper doesn't just come with passion. It comes with consequences.

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.

At twelve years old, Melody Reign Saldana learned that monsters don't hide under beds - they wear designer suits and carry loaded guns. After witnessing a ruthless drug lord execute her parents in cold blood, Melody was forced into a life she never chose. Raised by her powerful uncle Alejandro in the deadly streets of Miami, she grew into something far more dangerous than a grieving little girl. Now twenty-two, Melody is one of the most feared contract killers in the city. Beautiful, cold-hearted, and impossible to catch, she leaves behind nothing but bodies... and a lipstick-stained kiss on every victim. Revenge is the only thing keeping her alive, and she'll stop at nothing until the men responsible for her parents' deaths are buried six feet under. But everything changes when she crosses paths with Kane Blackwell - a twenty-nine-year-old homicide detective haunted by a tragedy of his own. After losing his parents to murder at just eight years old, Kane dedicated his life to putting killers behind bars. He's smart, relentless, and dangerously close to uncovering Miami's bloodiest secrets. What starts as a game of cat and mouse quickly turns into something neither of them expected. Because the closer Kane gets to solving his cases... the closer he gets to Melody. In a city ruled by money, violence, and betrayal, love could be the deadliest mistake of all.

The Story Of Two People That Live Two Totally Different Lives But Met Through A Career Opportunity... Will It Be Destiny Or Will Their Dedication To Their Lifestyles Hinder Them ???

Love that was supposed to be forbidden , boundaries crossed that wasn't supposed to . How do you fall in love on DEATH ROW ?

Indigo Walker built her career on control. Soft-spoken, brilliant, and emotionally disciplined, she specializes in treating the kinds of minds most people avoid. Her life is structured, her relationship is stable, and her boundaries are ironclad. Then Luv Carter walks into her office. Street-smart. Charming. Volatile. A man with money, power, and a mind that never stops moving. He voluntarily checks himself into treatment after a violent incident that should have destroyed his reputation. Officially, he's there to get help. Unofficially, he's studying her. What begins as routine therapy becomes a quiet psychological chess match. Every session blurs the line between doctor and patient, observation and obsession. Indigo thinks she understands manipulation. Luv knows how to stay ten steps ahead. And the deeper they go, the more dangerous the connection becomes. Because some minds aren't meant to be untangled. And some boundaries aren't meant to survive.

Xander King is the ultimate "holy" deception. As the son of the city's most famous Bishop, he's royalty in a three-piece suit. On Sunday mornings, he's the perfect heir to the pulpit. But when the sun goes down, the suit comes off, and the King of the streets comes out to play. Xander doesn't just run the city's underground-he owns it. He's got the money, the power, and a line of women who know better than to ask for his heart. Then there's Charity. She's the girl who just traded her old life for a Bible and a fresh start. She's trying to be "good," and when she looks at Xander, she sees a man who's just as lost as she used to be. She thinks she can save him. She thinks his cold stares are just a shield for a broken soul. But Xander isn't looking to be saved. He's fighting a war on every front: his father's impossible expectations, a past that won't stay buried, and the dangerous pull he feels toward a girl who's too pure for his world. When a body drops and a murder investigation hits too close to the church, the polished mask starts to slip. Charity is about to find out that the man she's falling for isn't a misunderstood saint-he's the devil in the front row. In this city, the only thing more dangerous than a sinner is someone Unholy.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 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.