Ellie lives to capture the magic of concerts. But the night she meets Billie Eilish in the intimacy of a backstage room, her world shifts.

Being on a world tour is nothing new for Billie Eilish. But when her old manager gets fired, and Harper-sharp, stunning, and maddeningly professional-steps in, things start to feel... different. Harper's rule is simple: no mixing business with pleasure. But Billie's charm, wit, and raw vulnerability chip away at Harper's walls. And Billie? She's falling too-but fear, fame, and forbidden feelings make it hard to breathe. In a world full of cameras, pressure, and packed schedules, how do you stay professional when your heart's off-script?

Nessa isn't used to being the center of anyone's focus. Billie isn't used to wanting something this bad. A story about guilt, fear and the slow return of steady hands.

They've built a life worth protecting - a little family, laughter filling the apartment, and Billie by Marisol's side. For the first time in years, Marisol feels safe, loved, and truly seen. But who knew that even in the calmest moments, danger has a way of finding those who think they're untouchable. Sequel to "Hard to Touch" g!p

Isabel, a grounded financial analyst rebuilding her life in New York, crosses paths with Billie, a globally known artist led by instinct and guarded vulnerability. What begins as chance encounters in late-night parties slowly grows into a magnetic pull. They're from different worlds -one built on logic, the other on feeling- but somehow, they fit exactly where it doesn't make sense to.

Angie, a photographer from Sacramento who's never left her hometown, embarks on a tour with Billie, capturing more than just images. Like Moon River's dream of "two drifters off to see the world," Angie's journey becomes one of wandering and wonder-navigating desire, uncertainty, and the pull of places and people that feel like home. She must decide whether to nurture this connection or let it drift away, like a river carrying her toward the unknown.

And I'm coming back home to you. - Sequel to Sleepless Nights.

Was hoping you'd come home. I don't care if it's a lie. - This is the sequel to Hit Me Hard.

Effy works nights at a shitty bar in a shitty part of LA, lives in an even shittier apartment with a leaky ceiling and a stray cat that refuses to leave. She's all rough edges and way too used to life handing her the short end of the stick. Nothing ever comes easy, and if it does, it probably wants something in return. Then this girl walks in. Easy laugh. Soft eyes. Looks like sin in a bandana and moves like the world's hers for the taking.