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Permission by Reann Taylor and Emma Ysobel, standing in soft coastal light
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The novel · Book I

Permission

Reann Taylor & Emma Ysobel

Two single mothers.
One outrageous idea.

When two single mothers turn a joke about selling feet pics into a secret OnlyFans business, the freedom they’ve been craving comes with one complication: keeping their worlds from colliding. Turns out, selling feet pics is the easy part. Keeping their lives from falling apart? Not so much.

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Female friendshipSecond actsSecrets & desireMotherhood, unfiltered

Behind the cover

They’re good at
being everything
to everyone.
Now it’s their turn.

“Maybe the woman I'm becoming is the woman I've been waiting for all along...”

— India

They can handle a corporate crisis, a teenage meltdown, and a questionable text from an ex. Wanting something for themselves? That’s new territory.

India and Zoe are single mothers, aspiring actresses, and accomplished multitaskers. When they meet in an Atlanta acting class, their connection is instant. The kind of friendship where “Can I tell you something?” is met with “Do I need to grab a bottle?”

Enter OnlyFans.

What begins as a joke about selling feet pics becomes a wildly profitable secret business, opening the door to financial independence, sexual exploration, and a freedom neither woman saw coming. But demanding children, complicated love lives, and men with very specific requests make keeping that secret a full-time job.

Because the only thing more complicated than being a single mother?
Being a single mother with a secret sex empire.

Meet India & Zoe

Come sit with us.
We have stories.

Motherhood, men, money, and the things
you can only tell your best friend.

Bright flowers, coffee, and gold earrings in a sunlit Atlanta apartment

Yes, I still believe in love.

India

I have two teenage daughters who believe everything I own is also theirs. My eyeliner, my clothes, and my last nerve. I love them fiercely. I’d also love to finish a coffee before somebody needs money.

I want to act, make music, and fall ridiculously in love with a man who isn’t afraid of commitment and knows exactly what he wants: me. I want good sex and enough money to enjoy my life. I’ve done guilt. I’d like to try room service.

Come over and I’ll light candles, put on the best playlist, pour wine, and feed you. Occasionally, I’d like someone to take care of me. Preferably without needing instructions.

Then there’s Zoe. I tell her everything. Even the parts I should probably reconsider.

We’re the kind of friends where “This is probably a terrible idea” is met with “Okay, and what are we wearing?”
Tea on a midcentury wood table beside a casually draped black leather jacket

Let me check the calendar.

Zoe

I can rescue a school project, run a meeting, and have a wildly inappropriate thought about the man across the table without missing a single action item. I’m a mother. Multitasking is practically foreplay.

I love my kids. I also love acting, good sex, and being called something other than “Mom” from another room. Apparently, wanting all three means I’m having a midlife crisis. Fine. Can my crisis come with someone who knows what he’s doing and a role that pays enough for me to quit my fucking job?

I’ve spent years checking the calendar, checking my bank account, checking that everybody else has what they need. Somewhere in there, everything I wanted became an optional extra.

Then I met India. We got talking. There were drinks. Feet came up.

In my defense, I thought we were brainstorming.

The kind of friendship where “Can I tell you something?”
only ever has one answer.

Between these pages

Big feelings.
Bad decisions.
Very good company.

For readers who love women with messy lives, friendships that hold nothing back, and second acts that don’t ask permission.

  • Friendship at the heart of the story
  • Humor, heat, and complicated choices
  • Women who want more than everyone expects

For adult readers. Contains explicit sexual content.