The Contracted series is set some two hundred years in the future, after an economic collapse caused countries to fall and new ones to rise up in their place. The new world order is divided by a debt line. Those who owe debt are poor people, sometimes called debtees. Those above the line are called rich people, even though they vary from the poverty line all the way up to the rich elite. The rich offer contracts to the poor, to help them get out of debt.

The first trilogy revolves around Isabella Martin, and what happens after she takes a blank slate contract from Nathaniel Edwards.


ContractTaken   Broken   Renewed

As of June 2017, the first trilogy is available through most major retailers, including Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and iTunes.


The second trilogy is being written as of 2017, and revolves around Nate and his Master. Please note: this trilogy involves male on male interaction. If this is not what you crave, but you’d like to see another trilogy in this world, please contact me with a request.


               Contract Signed                 Contract Sealed               Contract Delivered


There are two other stories in this series to be told. One is a full-length novel, currently written and awaiting the release of the second Contracted trilogy.

Contract Claimed takes place some decade or so after the events of the first trilogy, and follows the life altering events of Will, an orphan from the slums, after he meets Mr. Wrightworth during a night out on the town. Please note: this book involves male on male interaction. If this is not what you crave, but you’d like to see another trilogy in this world, please contact me with a request.

Contract Gifted is a planned novella. It takes place in an uncertain time, after the events of the first two trilogies and I think after Contract Claimed. It’s Nicole’s birthday, and her unofficially adopted family have all cancelled plans to celebrate at the last minute. She heads home, determined to drink herself into a bathtub filled with bubbles and hot water, only to find an intruder in her home.

Tied to a chair in nothing more than a big red bow, with a note on him: To be used as Mistress sees fit.

This is my Home Dress

Tonight is our last night at the resort. I found out that the day job scheduled me Saturday. Not my day to work. Ffffuuucccck

I can’t text anyone so I had to go through Facebook until I found someone who I work with.

We did Japanese tonight.

I don’t like the food in this place. Beth cooks much better. Here it’s… ugh. Dorian loved it, but he could eat a live fish and think it was a great thing.

The dress I wore tonight is my favourite. I wear it at home and bend over as Dorian sputters, thinking I’m doing it on purpose.

Of course, I am.

The thing is, I’ve never worn this outside. Or… with a bra. Fuck.

At dinner, he nudged me. Ever so carefully, he made eye contact and tilted his head. So I looked over and discovered an older man eyeing me up like a piece of meat.

This never happens. So I looked down, then to Dorian. Who put a bit of food in his mouth and smiled at me, tilting his head ever so slightly the other way.

So I looked over and found the man’s wife. Not hard, considering she was trying to murder me with her eyes. 

“Oh my god, am I the hot one?” I asked, looking around the restaurant.

“I’d do you,” Dorian murmured behind his water glass.

We finished dinner. Ishk. Then up to the lobby to use the last of my Internet to try and track someone at work down.

Holy shit, looking up another man just… wtf.

Need to wear this dress more often.


We get up here, I’m on the net and Dorian leans over, tapping me gently.

“Aya, look down.”

So I look down. Now. My view is boob and more boob.

Then I see it. My bra, sticking out the side.

So I adjust as he laughs behind his glass and orders me another drink.

Someone isn’t getting laid tonight. In fact, I might just make him sleep on the porch!