We Are Not The Same: Luxury Romance Edition
We are not the same. Your first date needed reservations, mine needed passports. Your suspense is "will he text back," mine is "will the hitman find us first." Welcome to #wants😏—the Luxury Romance edition.
🎵 Pour something expensive and queue up "Obsessed" by Mariah Carey. Because confidence doesn't need permission, and neither does what we want.
You've seen the pins. You know the feeling.
That moment when someone describes their favorite romance and you're nodding politely, but inside you're thinking, "that's... cute. But that's not what I'm here for."
You don't say it out loud because it sounds judgmental. But here's the thing: it's not about judgment. It's about knowing exactly what you want and refusing to pretend otherwise.
Welcome to #wants😏
If you already know what that smirk means, you're home. If you're just figuring it out? Buckle up.
Let's Talk About What We Actually Want
Some readers want comfort reads. Predictable beats, familiar tropes, stories that feel like a warm blanket on a rainy day. That's what they want, and they should have it.
I want stories that feel like jumping out of a plane at 30,000 feet and realizing halfway down that you've never felt more alive.
I want heroines who are already whole. Heroes who have to rise to meet them. Danger that matters. Stakes that are real. Love scenes that aren't just hot, they're inevitable. The only possible outcome when two people like this collide.
I want wealth as the setting, not the story. Power as context, not conflict. Secret societies, black ops, billion-dollar empires. And at the center of it all, two people choosing each other anyway.
That's Luxury Romance.
And if you're reading this thinking "finally, someone gets it," then you already know: we are not the same.



Your Romance vs. Mine
Let me show you what I mean.
Your first date required a reservation.
Mine required passports and plausible deniability.
Yours brought you flowers.
Mine brought down a criminal empire. Nick didn't need to announce it. Didn't lead with it. It just came up in couples therapy one afternoon, casual as discussing the weather. "Oh, that mafia syndicate? Yeah, I was responsible for infiltrating and taking down The Order of Defiance." That's the man Allegra chose. That's the life she signed up for.
Your grumpy hero needs coffee.
Mine needs an alibi in another timezone.
Your forced proximity is a road trip.
Mine is a safe house lockdown. When Nick needed to upgrade his penthouse security, he took Allegra and his retired K9 to the family cabin for a few days. Not romantic. Tactical. The fact that they're falling deeper in love while isolated in the woods? That's just how it works when the stakes are real.
Your suspense is "will he call back."
Mine is "will the hitman find us first." Nick and Allegra are in the SUV in their private parking garage. They're not discussing dinner plans. They're making love. And then a hitman appears. Not to interrupt. To kill them. And somehow, they still have to finish what they started because that's who they are. That's the level we're playing at.
Your security system is Ring doorbells.
Mine is former SWAT. Allegra didn't learn Nick's background from him bragging. She learned it because in her world, that's the kind of man who can navigate the threats she faces. Not playing at danger. Living in it.
You think cable ties are kinky.
I think helicopter kidnappings are foreplay.
Your drama is whose Instagram post got liked.
Mine is whose yacht got seized by Interpol.
You register license plates.
I register tail numbers.
You call it happily ever after.
I call it hostile takeover.



What #wants😏 Actually Means
It means knowing what you want.
It means refusing to settle for less than everything.
It means stories where the heroine doesn't need saving, she needs someone who can keep up. Where the hero isn't broken and waiting to be fixed, he's whole and dangerous and choosing her anyway. Where the love doesn't heal trauma, it exists alongside it. Where the sex isn't just physical release, it's emotional reckoning.
It means wealth that's lived-in, not aspirational. Private jets as transportation, not fantasy. Security details as necessity, not novelty. Enemies who are smart, dangerous, and playing for keeps.
It means suspense that has teeth. Romance that has consequences. Stakes that matter.
#wants😏 is the shorthand for all of it. The smirk says what words can't: if you know, you know.
And if you don't? That's fine. We're just not reading the same books.

We Are Not The Same
This isn't about being better. It's about being different.
You want comfort? You should have it.
I want chaos that feels like clarity. Danger that sharpens everything. Love that doesn't save you, it reveals you.
I want Allegra Norman standing in a boardroom commanding billions while her former SWAT officer watches from the back of the room and thinks "she's magnificent." I want Cassie Norman dismantling federal prosecutors in court before falling into bed with an FBI agent who knows exactly how deadly she is and loves her more for it. I want Stella Norman teaching a black ops operative that vulnerability isn't weakness, it's the most dangerous weapon of all.
I want stories where the women are hurricanes and the men are smart enough to love the storm.
That's what Luxury Romance is. That's what I'm writing. That's what #wants😏 means.
And if you've been searching for exactly this? If you've been reading everything your favorite influencer recommends and still feeling like something's missing?
You're not missing anything. You're just not the same as everyone else.
And that's exactly why you're here.

This Is Volume One
There's more where this came from. More moments that define what we want. More scenes that prove we're not playing the same game.
This is just the beginning.
If you know, you know.
And if you're just figuring it out?
Welcome home.

Find "Obsessed" and every other anthem that scores the Caviar & Crimes universe on the official Spotify “We Are Not The Same” playlist. Because #wants😏 deserves a soundtrack as unapologetic as the stories.

Nikki Cummings is the creator of Luxury Romance and Caviar & Crimes. She writes high-heat, high-stakes romantic suspense that ruins you for everyone else.


