Tiffany Bella.
I write complicated women, questionable decisions, and love stories with terrible timing.
Then I gave everybody an address.
Now I’m building the city around them.
Yes, I’m an author.
But that’s kind of like calling Rihanna a singer.
It’s true. It just leaves a lot of shit out.
I’m Tiffany Bella.
New Orleans born. Dallas living. Retired hot girl from the 9-9 and the 2000s. Former ghostwriter. Current author with a Notes app that should probably be subpoenaed.
For years, I made a living putting words in other people’s mouths. Eventually, I realized I had plenty of my own to say.
So I stopped hiding behind everybody else’s stories and started writing mine.
Well… fictionally.
In person, I’m quiet until I’m comfortable. After that, please don’t confuse my sunflower soul with G-rated talk.
I told you I’m from New Orleans. I like my words seasoned just like my food, so I sprinkle in cuss words like Bernie Mac and Samuel L. Jackson taught me how.
I’m a mother, a romantic, and a woman learning what happens when she finally takes her own ideas seriously.
Some of them became books.
One became a city.
The pen was never
the problem.
Ghostwriting taught me how to find a voice, build a scene, and stay with a manuscript long after the excitement wore off.
Writing under my own name asks something different.
Now I have to stand beside the work. Let people see it. Let them see me.
That part took a minute.
But I didn’t spend all those years learning the craft to keep introducing myself like I’m asking permission.
I’m Tiffany Bella.
We can start there.
I don’t write
perfect women.
I write women
you’ll recognize.
I write women with taste, history, and at least one decision their homegirls are still bringing up.
Women who can handle a room, a mortgage, and everybody else’s problems, then lose all common sense over a man who knows exactly where to put his hand.
She’s grown. She knows what the red flags mean.
She just thinks this particular shade looks good on him.
But I want more than her bad decisions. I want the friendship that keeps her standing. The grief she carries into a perfectly ordinary Tuesday. The thing she wants so badly she’s embarrassed to say it out loud.
Give me the woman who orders champagne for the table, eats wings in couture, and finally tells the truth when somebody asks if she’s happy.
That’s who I’m writing.
There’s sex worth staying up for. Tenderness she didn’t see coming. Conversations you’ll screenshot because somebody finally said the shit correctly.
And women you’ll love enough to defend, right up until you have to put the book down and ask:
“Bitch, have you lost your mind?”
The women needed
somewhere to act up.
A woman with a secret needs more than a plot.
She needs a best friend who knows where the bodies are buried. A favorite booth. A man worth getting dressed for. And somewhere to run into his ass when she’s finally over him.
So I gave my women a whole city.
They’ve been keeping the place interesting ever since.
I gave them beautiful homes, good restaurants, and every opportunity to behave.
You came to read.
Now you want
an address.
Welcome to Saint Bellamy, my fictional Black Louisiana city with old money, excellent food, and women who can ruin a man’s evening without putting their drink down.
Start in Bellrose. Get cute for The Strip. Find yourself in a neighborhood bar at 1 a.m. saying you’re only staying for one song.
Baaaybae. They just put on your shit.
Here, the aunties know who raised you. The families own half the block. And the man buying your next drink might be the reason your best friend just sat up straighter.
There are women you’ll claim as your homegirls, men you’ll defend against your better judgment, and dinner invitations that require a group-chat debrief before you even park.
Come for The Women of Saint Bellamy, my Erotic Urban Fairytale Anthology. Stay for the neighborhoods, the playlists, and the lives unfolding behind doors you absolutely want opened.
I built the city. You get to decide where you fit.
Pick a neighborhood. Meet the women. Turn the music up.
You can act like you’re just looking. We both know you brought a bag.
What else have
you got going on?
How much time do you have?
Saint Bellamy Press
The publishing home for the stories.
This is where the manuscript becomes the book you keep telling your friend she needs to read.
70247
Fragrance and lifestyle from Saint Bellamy.
For the woman who wears her good perfume to pick up takeout. She might stay in. She might become somebody’s favorite part of the night. Either way, she smells expensive.
Bella Between the Sheets
My corner of Substack.
Pull up a chair. I’ve been meaning to tell you something.
Sounds in the City
Music from the world of Saint Bellamy.
Because the right song can explain a scene before anybody opens their mouth.
The books get
the edited version.
Y’all get me.
Bella Between the Sheets is what happens when I have something to say and absolutely nobody asked.
Books. Men. Writing. Motherhood. Starting over. Things I had to learn the hard way.
Shit I probably shouldn’t admit publicly. The occasional Saint Bellamy secret. And whatever foolishness has been sitting in my Notes app waiting for adult supervision.
Some weeks we’ll have a point.
Some weeks we absolutely will not.
Either way, come sit by me.
A few things you should know
before you sit beside me.
I can be fully dressed and still decide I’m not going.
I believe getting cute counts as a plan, even if the destination is somebody’s living room.
I have a song for feelings I haven’t found the words for yet.
And I reserve the right to give excellent relationship advice from the comfort of my own questionable history.
Growth is beautiful.
I’m still a work in progress. Just better dressed and harder to bullshit.
The official version.
For the people who need the version without the cussing.
Tiffany Bella is a New Orleans-born, Dallas-based author, retired ghostwriter, and creator of Saint Bellamy, a fictional Louisiana city that connects her stories and growing creative universe.
She writes urban fiction, romance, and erotica centered on grown women navigating love, friendship, desire, loss, and reinvention.
Through Tiffany Bella Enterprises, she is developing projects across publishing, fragrance, lifestyle, and music, including Saint Bellamy Press, 70247, Bella Between the Sheets, and Sounds in the City.
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Make yourself comfortable.
Grab the champagne.
I didn’t retire from being that girl. I just stopped going everywhere. Let’s chill.