[Instagram] 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬_𝐧𝐲𝐜 Hey @taylorswift , looking gorgeous in our design! What are you doing this weekend? I think you're going to love our upcoming fall collection! 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 I guess I'm checking out your fall collection this weekend! [liked by @paradis_nyc ] --- IN WHICH - Margot really lets Taylor be bejeweled. OR Margot Paradis is the editor-in-chief of Paradis Magazine and owns a fashion brand with her brother Sebastian, Paradis Design. Her life is what Miranda Priestly's life was probably like in The Devil Wears Prada. When she crosses paths with 12-time-GRAMMY-awards winner Taylor Swift, the media falls into a frenzy over the pair's public relationship. How will Margot react to being shoved into the limelight with Taylor? How will the media take it? --- This story is entirely my work of fiction. All characters and fictional places are from my own imagination except for real celebrities. The timeline is not necessarily a hundred percent accurate to Taylor's for the sake of the story and for it to make sense. I hope you enjoy it!

"And you kept smiling at him." "I was being polite," I whispered weakly. "Mm." The sound she made sent another shiver through me. My pulse spiked immediately. She lowered herself close to the side of my face, her breath fanning my ear. She whispered darkly, "well, baby girl." She nipped my ear then. "Tonight..." Her hand came up to my throat. Not hurting Not choking. But firm enough to steal my breath away. Then she pulled back a little to look at my lips. Her gaze rose to my eyes then. Eyes dark. Pupils blown wide. "I'm not going to be." ... Jules has always lived carefully-balancing expectations, responsibilities, and the quiet weight of a world that doesn't always leave room for uncertainty. But everything begins to shift when she meets Jeanna, a confident and composed businesswoman who disrupts the rhythm of Jules' guarded life in the most unexpected way. What starts as a connection neither of them fully understands slowly deepens into something impossible to ignore. Jeanna is patient, steady, and unwavering in a way Jules has never experienced before-offering her not just affection, but space to grow, to question, and to choose for herself. Set against the backdrop of a conservative environment, this story explores identity, courage, and the complexity of choosing love when it feels like everything else is at stake. At its core, it's about two women finding their way to each other-not perfectly, but honestly.

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"So." She mused, sliding one black nail across her lip in a sensual caress as she stared at me with eyes the color of molten gold. "You are the one they call Huntress." Disregarding the pain in my side from the most recent beating, I straightened my shoulders and stood tall, my chin jutting out in defiance. "Yes." "Mm." Those intriguing eyes watched me from her languid position on the throne. "But, you are not just a huntress, are you?" I allowed the predatory instincts I usually worked so hard to keep hidden, to surface, feeling the burning of my eyes and shifting of bones under my skin. A slow grin slid across my face as my beast stared back at her through my human skin. The Queen didn't react to my sudden change of character, instead choosing to lean forward in interest. "How fascinating." • Once, the world was ruled by humans and technology. They were governed by a president that made choices for all. Vampires, werewolves alike hid their existence from the humans for centuries, blending in as a whole. Now, they hid no more. States are now territories governed by kings and queens, humans are regarded and used for no more than their blood and body before they are discarded and forgotten. Werewolves and vampires were at war, and it was said that the wolves had all been but snuffed out, save for one. When Adira is captured while hunting outside her homeland, she is unexpectedly sold to the Queen in the North. Wolf blood is sacred, it is said to hold inexplainable powers, and as the only wolf-borne known to humans and vampires alike, Adira fears for her life. Thrown into a world governed by everything she's been trained to hate, Adira fights for her rightful place in the world, a seat at the Queen's side. But proving her worth won't be easy, the price for failure is her life.

Two heartbeats changed her life. One gave her a child. The other gave her a forbidden love. ​At twenty-four, Emma Collins thought her future was perfectly mapped out. Pregnant and ready to start a family with her boyfriend, Liam, she believed she had everything under control. But the looming reality of parenthood only exposes the deep fractures in their relationship. When Emma catches Liam cheating, she uncovers a bitter truth: he is a coward, too weak to admit he isn't ready to be a father, yet too afraid to leave first. Left alone, vulnerable, and terrified of the unknown, Emma's world completely shatters. ​Dr. Alexandra Vogel is everything Emma is not. At thirty-five, she is a brilliant, clinical, and fiercely professional OB/GYN whose life is governed by strict rules and medical protocols. Alex has spent years building high walls to protect the career she sacrificed everything for. To her, patients are responsibilities-never personal connections. ​But when Emma walks into her clinic heartbroken and utterly undone, Alex's carefully constructed defenses begin to fail. A single, small deviation from protocol to comfort a crying patient sparks a deep, undeniable connection that neither of them saw coming. ​While Emma finds a desperately needed anchor in Alex, Alex finds herself fighting the battle of her life. She must resist the growing intimacy with everything she has, because crossing that line doesn't just break the rules-it threatens to destroy her medical license and everything she's ever built. ​In the tense, emotionally charged space between white coats and ultrasound monitors, the harder Alex tries to push away, the louder their hearts beat.

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

It had been four years since Rebecca left after she graduated and asked Malina to wait for her. Did she? (Please excuse the grammar errors. I will edit when complete.) If you have not read (You're Ours), please at least read ch. 19-24. It will give you an assumption of Malina and Rebecca. This book is technically a sequel.

Velvet Rose is a woman with the reddest hair in town, the flower of West Springs. Every man chases after her, every woman wants to be her and every child flocks to her feet like ducklings. Velvet isn't bothered by the attention. She's gotten used to being beamed at by all those who had eyes. Then a European opera singer comes to town. Nessa Sterling, a strange woman who wears clothing for men, but the most beautiful dresses and stunning makeup as she belts the opera. West Springs' Rose, who has never been the one beaming at someone else, finds herself craving the attention of the woman who hasn't even noticed her.

Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel. #1 in older women- 4th May.