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  • My Muse por xxftxxb
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    In the height of the 1990s, the Gallagher brothers rule the world, but they don't yet rule Genevieve. A high-fashion Playboy icon with a silhouette that stops traffic and a mind sharper than a guitar riff, Genevieve enters their lives at a high-stakes Rolling Stones gala. While Liam is ready to fall at her feet, Genevieve is fascinated by the untouchable aura of Noel. She decides to play a dangerous game: stripping away the "Chief's" clinical coolness and replacing it with a raw, desperate hunger that only she can satisfy.
  • The High-Frequency Quiet por xxftxxb
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    Noel Gallagher is a man of order, vintage guitars, and a very specific set of boundaries. He's spent his life managing chaos, but when his daughter, Anaïs, brings her new friend Esme home to the London house, the silence he's cultivated begins to vibrate. Esme is twenty-nine, a sharp-witted Canadian ex-pat with a laugh like a low-tuned cello and a way of looking at Noel that makes him feel like an unmastered demo. He knows the math doesn't add up. He knows she's his daughter's friend. But for the first time in years, the Chief is finding it very hard to stick to the arrangement.
  • The Gravity of Red por xxftxxb
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    Eden lives in the quiet, tactile reality of a restorer-fixing things that time has tried to break. She doesn't care for the roar of stadiums or the jagged ego of the "Greatest Songwriter of a Generation." To her, Noel Gallagher is just a loud-mouthed regular at the pub who takes up too much oxygen and treats the world like his personal footstool. But Noel, accustomed to being either worshipped or loathed for his fame, finds himself destabilized by a woman who sees him clearly and remains unimpressed. What begins as a clash of temperaments spirals into a dark, touch-starved obsession. He is a man who has had everything and felt nothing; she is the only thing he cannot buy, script, or write a melody to fix.