Elise Martini was a walking scandal in six-inch heels. Dripping in designer, fueled by champagne, and flipping off tradition with a smirk that could set a palace on fire. They called her The Tabloid Princess, Europe's favorite disaster. The heiress who crashed supercars for fun, got into catfights at art auctions, and once threw her $50,000 clutch at a prince on live television. A spoiled brat. A rebellious storm. The Martini family's greatest shame and most dangerous weapon-depending on who you asked. And she liked it that way. Rules? She broke them. Expectations? She set them on fire. And marriage? Oh, please. Elise didn't even commit to brunch plans. Then came Michael. Fing. Jackson. He was a cold-blooded corporate killer wrapped in Tom Ford and pure sin. Sinfully attractive. Unreachable. Untouchable. With a reputation darker than his suits and eyes sharp enough to slice egos in half. He didn't date. He devoured. He built an empire by destroying anyone who dared stand in his way. Competitors? Wiped out. Allies? Used and discarded. He made billionaires cry and sleep with their nightlights on. Love? NEVER! Michael had women lining up, and he forgot their names before the sheets cooled. So what happens when that man is forced to marry this woman? A deal sealed decades ago by two power-hungry grandparents desperate to merge the Martini and Jackson dynasties into an unstoppable empire. A marriage. For legacy. For business. For control. One problem? Elise doesn't want to be owned. And Michael doesn't share his crown. Now Europe's wildest heiress is being shoved into a manor with the world's most ruthless billionaire. No escape. No exit clause. No mercy. Two hurricanes. One manor. And absolutely no rules. Let the chaos begin.

Long ago, when Michael Jackson embraced his destiny as a globally acclaimed icon, he acknowledged the relentless embrace of both fame and controversy throughout his existence. It was a truth that he had come to accept, for better or worse. However, deep within the core of this normal yet passionate human being, there resided an unquenchable thirst for a connection so personal, so intimate, it defied the watchful eyes of the media. It was at this moment that Bill, a loyal bodyguard, emerged from the shadows with a special remedy for well-known individuals. There was a mysterious organization that specialized in offering professional companionship to famous people. Michael was intrigued and decided to explore this hidden realm in an effort to make a connection that would surpass unwanted interest from the media and news reports. But there was one non-negotiable attribute that Michael sought within this extraordinary arrangement: The giri should be a VIRGIN, not just a pretty face.

Emerson never planned to stay. Inheriting her grandmother's old cabin in the woods was supposed to be temporary, just a quiet summer away from city rent, crumbling dreams, and the kind of loneliness you stop noticing until it's everywhere. She didn't expect Michael. The soft-spoken man next door with guarded eyes, a cabin full of rescued animals, and a quiet reputation that makes him more mystery than neighbor. He doesn't talk much. But the way he lives with purpose, with peace...makes her wonder what it would be like to stay. When old friends from his past return to town, including the ex who broke his heart, Michael shows up on Emerson's porch with an awkward request: Pretend to be mine. Just for the summer. But what begins as a harmless favor slowly turns into early mornings feeding chickens, late-night porch talks, stolen glances, and a connection that neither of them planned for. They were supposed to be pretending. Just for the summer. But summer has a way of changing everything.

Second book of the 'When We Were Younger...' series. {Off The Wall - Thriller Era}

MJAwards 2020 Winner! FINISHED!! {Jackson 5 - The Jackson's Era} "But do you... love me? And not like how you love your fans Michael; I mean... how a boyfriend loves his girl or... a husband loves his wife." ... "I don't exactly know what that type of love is to determine if I do or not." ... ."Well, I think love is when you strive to always see someone happy and be there for them when they are down. Helping them fight each and every battle they have to face. Think about them nonstop, get butterflies when you see them, feel shocks every time they touch you or kiss your lips. They're someone you can't and never want to live without. That's what love is to me anyway." ...after what seemed like an eternity, I feel his soft hands gently grab my face as our lips come together as one. "Then yes." He whispers with his lips brushing against mine. "I love you so much Shanelle."

While on tour, Michael is cast thousands of years back in time to Ancient Egypt and must find his way back to 1988.

**REWRITING** After traveling to the countryside to take a break from society, Monty Darling was beginning to relax into the solitude. That is, until an influx of nightmares and sightings of a blue-eyed, shadowy figure start to threaten her safety and mental state. Paranoia plagues her existence, and just when she feels she's on the brink of insanity, she dreams of a radiant star, then finds a naked man beaten and starving in the cornfields behind her house, growing enamored by the mystery and child-like innocence he possesses. **TW: Mental illness, disillusionment/detachment, swearing, violence, horror, gore, slight sexual content (nothing too explicit), mentions of child abuse, imprisonment, mentions of psychological abuse/manipulation **Michael is not famous in this story. ***And thank you so much for the lovely cover, motownmimi. It really means a lot to me.

Love don't live here anymore. ~ ©

After two years of silence, Diana contacts Michael in an effort to rekindle a damaged relationship. [18+ for explicit sexual content]