Junior nudged her leg with his foot and tilted his head while he watched her groan in her sleep. She was covered in all kinds of cuts, and there was blood all over the floor. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, before she moved fast. She scrambled backwards and her heel skidded uselessly, as she threw herself back into the corner. Her hands shot up in defense, "I didn't take anything, I swear to God, please." Her voiced cracked not wanting to look at the man that was towering over her.

In the gritty streets of Harlem, where loyalty is everything and danger lurks around every corner, two seemingly perfect couples, Krystal and Shakur, live a life of wealth and allure. Married for two years, they present a polished image to the world; a glamorous couple that seems to have it all. But beneath the surface lies a web of deception and rivalry. Unknown to each other, they are powerful kingpins in the underground drug trade, each commanding their own empire in a city rife with conflict. With their street ties on the line and new found feelings on the rise, can they handle the heat of the streets and make it out alive? ©𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒𝐁𝐘𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 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.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 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.

One night just wasn't enough for him. He wanted to be able to partake in plenty more with her but.. she just wasn't up for it. Will she allow him to get what he wants ? Or will he stop trying ? Read 'Just For Tonight' to find out. A Cazmere Productions

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.