She cleared the browser history every single time.
Sutton Tierney has a color-coded planner, a tasteful apartment in Logan Square, and a desire she's been hiding since college. What she watches alone at night — who she watches — doesn't match the version of herself she shows the world. So she locks it away. Clears the evidence. Washes her hands like it's a crime scene.
Then she meets Desmond Achebe at a barbecue joint on the South Side of Chicago, and the fantasy steps off the screen and into a barstool three feet away. He's patient. He's perceptive. And he's not interested in the carefully edited version of Sutton she's been performing for twenty-six years.
What begins as a slow-burn interracial romance between a guarded white woman and a Black barber in Bronzeville becomes something neither of them expected. As Sutton peels back the shame she's carried around her desire — the forbidden want, the racial politics she was raised to never name — Desmond doesn't flinch. He asks her to stop hiding. To say what she actually wants.
What she wants is more.
Through a curated community of like-minded adults, Sutton is introduced to a world she only glimpsed through incognito tabs. Multiple partners. Shared intimacy. A room full of men who want her — and the one man who brought her there standing beside her, not watching from outside but part of it. The fantasy she was ashamed of becomes the reality she chooses with eyes wide open.
Incognito is a full-length erotic novel tracing one woman's journey from secret shame to unapologetic desire. It's a story about what happens when you stop clearing the history and start living in it — the messy, loud, overwhelming truth of wanting what you want without apology.
Explicit content. Multiple partners. Interracial desire explored without shame. This book does not fade to black.
If you've ever closed a tab and wished you hadn't — this one stays open. Start reading now.
