Ila can’t risk touching him in public. She can barely look at him for fear of forgetting their roles. Even the potential of their relationship’s discovery sends her nerves into a sparking haywire. Their frayed edges finally snap during a day of running errands, and she finds herself craving an intense, subjugated intimacy from the only man she’s ever truly loved: her father Idris.
My name is Namiin Stone, and I live in fantasy worlds full of strife and grief--though they are worlds overfull with love and longing, too. Full of a tender ache in the space where darkness and desire coalesce into the surreal, the avant garde, the taboo.
I am an erotic romance incest author and illustrator with a singular story I tell without shame, time and again: a tale of father/daughter romance fraught with tension, with desire, with an inescapable--and sometimes supernatural--need to be together. I write romance and erotic romance set in different established universes, with different iterations of the same characters.