Milo has two wardrobes.
The one everyone sees is a single drawer of grey sweats and black hoodies ? the uniform of a man who has made invisibility into an art form. The other fills an entire closet: silk camisoles, sundresses, heels organized by height, lingerie in every shade of pink and black. For three years, this second wardrobe has existed behind a locked door in a studio apartment in Fall River, Massachusetts, worn by a woman named Mila who has never been seen by another human being.
Until Halloween night.
When Sawyer ? Milo's best friend since kindergarten, six-four, dimpled, and devastatingly loyal ? calls in tears after discovering his girlfriend's infidelity, Milo drops everything and rushes over. He forgets his socks. He forgets to hide his painted toenails. And when he finds an eleven-hundred-dollar Catwoman catsuit hanging in Sawyer's closet, commissioned for the ex-girlfriend who never bothered to try it on, something reckless and inevitable takes over.
The costume fits. The makeup goes on. The mask transforms him into someone Sawyer has never met but somehow already recognizes.
What starts as a desperate, drunken favor ? filling in for the couple's costume contest at a packed downtown nightclub ? becomes something neither of them has the vocabulary for. The stares from strangers. The heat of Sawyer's hand on the small of her back. Five hundred people chanting for them to kiss. And the locked door of a VIP room where the rules of a fifteen-year friendship stop applying.
But costumes come off. Halloween ends. And the hardest question isn't what happened in the dark ? it's what survives in the daylight, when the leather is gone and two men have to face what they found in each other without the excuse of a mask.
Mila is a story about the distance between who you are when nobody's watching and who you become when someone finally is.
This book contains explicit sexual content between consenting adults, crossdressing and gender-fluid themes, first-time male intimacy, praise kink, and enough emotional devastation to require a recovery day. Reader discretion advised.
Autorentext
By day, Linda Baker looks like she belongs in a high-rise corner office. With her sharp eye for detail and a penchant for perfectly tailored blazers, she projects the image of corporate control. But when the lights go down, she trades the spreadsheets for something much more volatile: the raw, uneven balance sheets of power, submission, and desire.
Linda doesn't believe in "vanilla." She believes in the electric tension that snaps when brilliant, powerful people lose control?or deliberately give it away.
Her novels are not for the faint of heart. Linda specializes in high-heat erotica that explores the psychological edges of arousal. She writes for the reader who wants to know how deep the rabbit hole really goes. Whether she is exploring dark cuckold dynamics in the elite echelon, ruthless corporate dominance, or complex humiliation fantasies, Linda delivers stories that are intelligent, intense, and unapologetically hardcore.
When she isn't orchestrating the ruin (or redemption) of a fictional financial titan, you can find her with a glass of vintage red wine, researching which moral boundary to cross next.
Motto:
"Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. I just document who gets to use it."