(Book 2) Lanae is in the city of love with no memory, friends, or family. She's learning how to survive the cold world on her own, but is she on the right path? Yes, she's making a name for herself in Paris as Honey, but is that really who she is? Or did she lose herself, along with everything else? Omari is left in Harlem completely heartbroken. Even with the support of his family and friends, he finds his world spiraling out of control. After a year of drowning himself in his sorrows, he gets the help he needs. Will that help be enough to heal his broken heart? Or will he stay heartbroken forever? Will they find love again? Will they reunite? Were they ever meant to be?

SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!

"What does it feel like to be a heartless bitch?" "Cold." . . . Everyone loves Katherine Hartley - or at least, they love the illusion. Katherine reigns both on campus and at the elite ballet academy founded and owned by her father. She's every warning wrapped in silk. Elegance carved in ice, she's a girl raised to be disciplined, untouchable and most of all; perfect - a swan sculpted by years of brutal training and emotional isolation. Love was never meant for her. Especially not the kind that lingers - obsessive, aching... wrong. Especially not from the boy she's known since childhood. He's the one who sees through her mask, sees everything she tries to hide. And for the first time, Katherine starts to wonder what it would be like to fall - even if it ruins everything. He knows loving her may ruin him. But letting her go would destroy him. He's everything she can't want. And the only thing that makes her feel alive. She's the only thing he wants, but can't have.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 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.

Hell on Wheels is a collection of urban imagines where love is explored, and every chapter ends a little differently than the last.

Sanaa Wright is Miami's best HR fixer. When a company is falling apart, she's the one businesses call to clean up the mess and she delivers results in four months or less. So when one of her long-term clients asks her to rebrand his struggling lounge, she takes the job without hesitation. She just doesn't expect to walk in on day one and leave with a broken ankle-courtesy of one of his employees. Zaire Collins. Known across Miami as the protection, Zaire owns one of the top security firms in Florida, trusted to guard nightclubs, bars, and high-profile events. Control is what he does best. But the day he accidentally breaks Sanaa Wright's ankle changes everything. Determined to make it right, Zaire goes out of his way to take care of her... even if that means giving Sanaa more access to him than anyone else has ever had. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to keep things strictly professional.

She rules the city with her mouth stained red and her hands clean of mercy. Seraphine rouge isn't a legend, but a law. An immortal vampire queen who feeds in velvet-lined rooms, seals contracts in blood, and decides who lives long enough to beg. Nightclubs are her altars. Red envelopes are her verdicts. If you receive one, your fate has already been chosen. She does not give her body without taking something in return. But there was always someone who disobeyed. Kingston Blackwell, a human kingpin with a drug empire, dirty money, and a hunger that rattles her more than the smell of blood. Kingston is violent, obsessive, and dangerously unafraid. Their connection is toxic and consuming; he wants to own her, and she wants to ruin him. And then there is Lucian Fox. The enemy's son. The forbidden love. His desire for her is quieter, deadlier, and written in prophecy sealed in blood magic rituals that feel far too intimate. Loving him could start a war, and his touch could end the world. As witches betray, demons collect their debts, bodies pile up, and the city begins to bleed. Seraphine is forced to confront the one thing no crown can protect them from. Because power is intoxicating, love is weakness, and the queen who lets herself burn, everything she rules with her. This is not a love story. This is a story about obsession, dominance, and the cost of sitting on a throne soaked in blood.