Nadia Cross

Older couples, power dynamics, the dom next door.

Nadia Cross has a type, and that type is married, restless, and ready to be pushed.

She writes about couples who've figured out that the rules everyone else follows don't apply to them. The husband who knows exactly where his wife is tonight — because he's the one who sent her. The wife who comes home and tells him everything. The pretty little thing she brings home to him, still flushed, not quite sure how she ended up here but not wanting to leave.

Every story is told from deep inside someone's head — the wife finding out how far she'll go, the husband who holds the leash whether he's in the room or not, the younger woman who thought she was the one in control. The point of view changes. The power dynamic doesn't. Someone always belongs to someone.

No apologies, no fade-to-black, no pretending the bad ideas weren't the best part.

When she isn't writing, Nadia is almost certainly misbehaving. She just won't tell you with whom.