BioI write mostly MM and MF EROTICA, mostly D/s and BDSM because I love exploring power dynamics and exploring the many ways that manifests for my readers. The work is EXPLICIT but not hardcore. All my books and stories take place in the same world established in Desire for Touch. Contemporary. <br /> <br /> I went to school interminably, it seemed like. I studied anthropology and paleontology and genetics and literature and theology and ancient Greek. I chased down bad guys, raised children, climbed mountains, played poker, searched for dinosaurs and have had a rather large number of lovers. (I'm not giving up any numbers.) Through it all, I wrote.<br /> <br /> No wonder I'm so tired!<br /> <br /> addi<br /> <br /> Newsletter - http://madmimi.com/signups/357558/join<br /> <br /> TWITTER https://twitter.com/adira_august
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Little Favor (a little D/s & a lot of heat)
He halted two steps from Cal who was mesmerized by Mike’s hand pushing under his own waistband. Cal’s eyes followed as Mike adjusted himself, lingering a second for one hard squeeze. “Oh, God,” Cal breathed. He didn't look away until Mike took his hand out and placed it flat on the tilted top of the drafting table. He put the other hand on the back of Cal’s chair. Cal’s eyes darted from Mike’s hands, to the door, to the window. Back to the almost vertical ridgeline next to Mike’s zipper. Anywhere but on Mike’s face. “Look at me, Cal.” Cal made a high sound in his throat; Mike’s gut clenched and heated. He swivelled the chair Cal perched on, so the site manager faced him. Cal looked up and he knew then what Cal wanted. His obedience wouldn't surprise Mike again. (a 6k short read)
Snowed In (Hunt&Cam4Ever #4)
Trapped by a blizzard raging outside Cam’s foothills home, Hunter Dane thrashed under the comforter. Finally, the nightmare receded. A minute later, he opened his eyes. "You okay?" Cam asked. “Sure," Hunt smiled, half-awake, not remembering. "I'm here with you. Safe inside the storm. Away from all the crap of the last few weeks.” Cam moved his hands over Hunt’s body, soothing and gentling. “Safe inside the storm.” Not safe from the storm, but safe inside of it. Isolated. Buried. Cam knew Hunter wasn’t safe; he'd brought his demons with him: a dark and twisted possession. Being snowed-in for days would allow that darkness to eat away at Hunt until his very skin would seem too small. To help Hunter, Cam had to do the one thing he swore he would never do.
Desire for Touch
Have you ever been loved like this? Hands and heat and need become the world? ~ Avienne Rivers hadn’t. The reporter focused on work, family and friends. If she needed a man, well, that was easy enough. For a night or a week. Now, Avia was on her way to interview a sex-toy manufacturer. What was she supposed to write about? The benefits of a pink sparkle dildo? But Benedict Hart turned out to be a charming, funny, accomplished man who made Avia warm in a cool mountain breeze with a dimpled smile, a direct gaze and a passion for life. And, he he made clear, for her. And then Ben touched her. And she was lost. What she didn’t know was: so was he. ~ This is a love story. ~ 90k words. A D/s billionaire novel. Book 1/3, Desire for Bliss, Book 2, available now.