I turned the group chat into a city.
Now everybody wants to live there.
Founded on fiction. Built on audacity.
SAINT BELLAMY, 71247
Saint Bellamy is the kind of city women move to when they’re finally done apologizing for themselves.
Here, luxury isn’t a flex; it’s just the address. Where being bougie and being freaky aren’t opposites. They’re just Thursday.
The wine is expensive. The secrets are even more expensive.
Every woman here is chasing something. A dream. A second chance. Never a man.
A version of herself she hasn’t met yet. The city doesn’t judge. It just watches.
And by the time Saint Bellamy is finished with you, you’ll understand that the city is fictional. The women are not.
SAINT BELLAMY OPENS IN
DAYS
HOURS
MINUTES
SECONDS
The Women of Saint Bellamy.
Twenty-four women. One city. Not one apology.
Saint Bellamy is built for the woman who is brilliant, beautiful, sexual, successful, and completely exhausted by the idea that she’s supposed to pick just one.
The women in these pages have careers, standards, secrets, and a group chat that would shake the table if it ever leaked.
They’re messy in all the right ways.
Expensive in all the right places.
They’re healing, spiraling, thriving, minding their business, and being the business all at the same time.
As they should.
None of these women owe you an explanation.
Neither does this book.
7/17/2026.
THE DISCOVERY SET.
Five fragrances.
There are women who wear the same fragrance every day.
This collection isn’t for them.
Maison Saint Bellamy wasn’t created around fragrance.
It was created around women.
The kind of women who buy the dress. Send the text. Cancel the plans. Book the flight. Change their minds. And somehow still look good doing it.
The woman who buys herself flowers. The woman who says “I’m staying home” and somehow ends up outside. The woman who has healed from some things and absolutely has not healed from others.
Every fragrance in this collection is a different version of her.
The question isn’t which one smells best.
The question is: Which one are you today?
WHY MAISON SAINT BELLAMY?
Let’s get one thing out of the way.
These are NOT body sprays.
These are NOT “throw it in your purse and reapply every hour” fragrances.
And these are definitely not the fragrances everybody else is wearing.
Every Maison Saint Bellamy fragrance is crafted as an Extrait de Parfum, the highest concentration in luxury fragrance.
Translation? More fragrance oil. Less filler. More depth. More staying power. More compliments.
The kind of fragrance that lingers on your sweater. Stays on your scarf. And occasionally follows you into the next day.
These fragrances were created for women who appreciate beautiful things. Women who know the difference between smelling good and smelling expensive. Women who understand that fragrance isn’t an accessory. It’s part of the outfit. It’s part of the memory. It’s part of the story.
Welcome to Maison Saint Bellamy.
You’re going to smell incredible here.
AVAILABLE 7/17
About the Author. Architect. Anomaly.
I’m Tiffany Bella.
I write stories for women who’ve loved hard, lost sleep over men they knew better than to entertain, made questionable decisions, survived them, and somehow still believe in love anyway.
I’m a New Orleans girl with a laptop full of secrets, a soft spot for happy endings, and a habit of turning the things we’re scared to say out loud into stories.
The women in my books aren’t perfect. They’re messy, complicated, resilient, and figuring it out one bad decision at a time. Just like the rest of us.
So if you’ve ever laughed through heartbreak, fallen for the wrong person, healed, grown, and then did something ridiculous anyway…
You’re in the right place.
The conversations that start with “GIRL…” and somehow end an hour later.
The books get the finished version. This is where I bring you everything else. The stories that didn’t make the chapter. The scenes that got cut. The lessons I learned the hard way. The plot twists nobody saw coming. And the occasional confession that probably should’ve stayed between me, God, and my Notes app.
Some weeks we’ll talk books. Some weeks we’ll talk men. Some weeks we’ll talk about the decisions we swore we’d never make again. And some weeks I’ll just tell you what happened because keeping it to myself feels selfish.
If you’ve ever stayed on the phone with your homegirl way too long, you’re gonna fit right in.
Come join me.
I’ve got stories to tell.
Some cities have anthems. Saint Bellamy has secrets set to MUSIC.
Every story has a soundtrack.
These are the songs playing in the background when hearts break, bad decisions get made, secrets slip out, and somebody falls in love when they promised themselves they wouldn’t.
Press play and step inside Saint Bellamy.
Where the inside jokes start.
The books are public. The commentary is not. Text BELLA to 1-855-783-7391.
I have a FEELING we’d be homegirls in REAL life.
The kind of homegirls who send screenshots. Recommend books. Who can spend thirty minutes discussing a text message that says “Hey.”
Who love beautiful things, complicated women, and stories with a little bite to them. If you’re into stories, fragrances, plot twists, group chat energy, and laughing at things you probably shouldn’t be laughing at, come join my list.