Sugar
The Gilded Series - Book 1

Welcome to Gilded… Leave your inhibitions at the secret entrance, and indulge your wildest fantasies.

I thought I was chasing a big scoop.

Did I follow a man? Maybe.

Did that man also happen to be lawyer to the stars, Easton Wells? Perhaps.

Okay, fine. Yes. 

But who among us wasn’t guilty of mildly stalking a hot older man who didn’t seem to know how to smile?

Rather than finding a groundbreaking story worthy of the front page, I stumbled into something far different. Far more exciting. And definitely more illicit.

Gilded.

I wanted to explore the secret adult club to the elite. I wanted to finally understand the dark desires that lurked in the back of my head. More than that, I wanted Easton to be my guide.

But he wasn’t interested in a college student fifteen years younger than him. Not even when I served myself up on a golden platter. Misconstruing my curiosity as naive recklessness, he offered me a business arrangement instead.

I would get access to exclusive parties, powerful connections, and his influence. And he would get access to my time, attention, and company.

I would be Easton Wells’s sugar baby.

Spice
The Gilded Series - Book 2

Agreeing to work for him was impulsive.
Agreeing to be his submissive? Reckless.

When my happy—if not bland—life imploded around me, the last thing I needed was more chaos.

And chaos might as well have been Tripp Carter’s middle name.

From our first meeting on a roof, I felt a connection to the famous actor. Beyond his easy charm and devastating good looks, there was a loneliness that mirrored my own soul.

That was why I agreed to be his personal assistant. As it turned out, I got more than just a paycheck.

I got an introduction to Gilded—the secret adult club for LA’s elite.

The rules were simple.

Outside of Gilded, I used my type-A skills to organize Tripp’s life and keep it running smoothly. But inside those wicked walls? He controlled me.

Completely.

When we were at the glamorous club, I didn’t have to think or overthink. I didn’t have to make decisions. I didn’t have to be exhaustingly perfect all the time.

Our arrangement and the power he wielded over me was casual. Temporary. No-strings was far safer for my already bruised heart.

Because after a lifetime of bland, spice could burn me until there was nothing left.