In Luxe Two: A LaLa Land Addiction by New York Times bestselling author Ashley Antoinette, there is only one thing more powerful than anything...the love of the high... Bleu is addicted...addicted to the luxe life and it has led her down a road of self-destruction. She knows what it feels like to be turned out by the game. With a crack cocaine addiction that she can’t seem to escape, she is desperate for a savior. Her problem is she has two great loves that want to come to her rescue. When her best friend, Noah comes searching for her she is faced with a dilemma. Will she let him save her? Or will she stick with the kingpin, Iman, who has loved her since their first encounter? Or will both men lose her to a love she can’t get rid of...one that abuses her...and one that will be the death of her... Antoinette, as always, draws in readers with the compelling themes of making mistakes and finding retribution. - -Booklist on Luxe Two: A LaLa Land Addiction A fast-paced tale...a solid addition to a well-known author’s long list of extremely popular tales. ― Library Journal on Luxe Caution… Will leave you breathless. It’s that intense. ― Essence Magazine on LUXE Antoinette will have readers hooked on this edgy, twisting tale of innocence lost. ― Booklist on LUXE [Ashley and JaQuavis] may just be the most successful literary couple in America. ― New York Times' T Magazine [T]he duo is taking the world of street literature by storm. ― Rolling Out Magazine Ashley Antoinette Coleman is one of the most successful female writers of her time. The feminine half of the popular married duo, Ashley and JaQuavis , she has co-written over 40 novels. Several of her titles have hit The New York Times bestsellers list, but she is most widely regarded for her racy four-book saga, The Prada Plan . Born in Flint, Michigan she was bred with an innate street sense that she uses as motivation in her crime-filled writings. Luxe Two A Lala Land Addiction By Ashley Antoinette St. Martin's Press Copyright © 2016 Ashley Antoinette All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-250-06698-5 CHAPTER 1 Bleu Don't do this, Bleu told herself as she gripped the crack pipe in her hands. Just call Iman. He'll come get you. Sweat glistened on her forehead and her heart pounded furiously inside of her chest. Temptation called her. She could feel her gut twisting in anticipation of the incomparable feeling that awaited her. She hadn't even hit the pipe yet, but the anticipation of getting lifted had her dopamine levels on overload. It was like the moment just before an orgasm, when you could feel your clit swelling and you could feel the pleasure building and building. It was that achy feeling right before you exploded. It felt so good that it hurt. That's what Bleu felt as she sat there, high off the possibility of allowing herself to be sucked back into the abyss. She closed her eyes and her body shuddered as she remembered the way it felt. Her nipples hardened against the fabric of her thin shirt and she clenched her thighs together. She wanted to suck on a glass dick so badly. She was dying for it. Tears slid down her pretty face. The palms of her hands itched. She could feel the imaginary bugs crawling up her back already. She squirmed in her seat. Just one hit, she told herself. She wanted it so badly that spit pooled in the corners of her mouth. She was salivating for it. Three months, seven days, seven hours — she checked the Rolex on her wrist — forty-seven minutes, she concluded her thoughts. It was like she was starving and depriving herself of a meal, and it was becoming unbearable. She was trying to hold on to those few months of being clean for dear life. Being clean was like time served in a penitentiary. She had earned every second of the past three months. It was the hardest battle she had ever fought. She remembered the cold sweats, the stabbing pangs in her belly, the blinding headaches, and the utter despair. Her body had been so confused as it tried to purge itself from the poison she had put into it. It had all seemed so unending as Iman had forced her to stop using. She had hated him. It had all seemed so cruel. Like he was bleeding her dry when in actuality he was breathing life back into her, freeing her of the substances that had taken control of her existence. He had helped her and oh, how she needed him now. She needed him to help her say no to this temptation, but he couldn't always be around. There was no possible way for him to shadow her every movement. It was times like these when she was afraid. She felt cornered. Bleu was trapped with just the company of herself and that was when the urge to smoke dope became the greatest. Iman couldn't help her in this moment. She had to find the strength to help herself. I just can't, she thought. Her thumb rolled down over the lighter and the sound it made as the flame came to life caused her heart to skip a beat. It was as if she had heard the vo