Trix

Trix
Julian Dane
AJ Hardcourt
Demanding Romance
Gay Contemporary
$2.50



To Purchase at Digi Books Cafe
To Purchase at Amazon Kindle
To Purchase at All Romance eBooks
To Purchase at Rainbow eBooks
To Purchase at 1Place for Romance eBooks
To Purchase at 1erotic eBook
To Purchase at BookStrand
To Purchase at Trapezium Books

Trix is tall, beautiful…and a man. But tonight that doesn’t seem to matter to Eli Harris. But what will happen in the morning when Eli must face the truth? Was it Trix…or the man beneath the dress and makeup that made Eli’s cock hard and his heart pound?

Excerpt:

“Can someone please explain to me how Trix can walk in five inch heels? He has better legs than I do.” Mandy rested a hand on her popped hip and glared at Trigg—Trix in full drag.

“Honey, he’s a better woman than most of the women in this room.” Sheela’s deep sultry voice contradicted his feminine appearance. Red hair piled high on his head and heavy makeup morphed him from a powerbroker into a buxom black diva. Rhinestone bling dripped from his ears, neck and wrists. A red dress, slit high on the thigh, molded to his big beautiful ass.

“Not Mandy. She’s all woman.” Trigg wrapped an arm around Mandy. She was petite, the top of her head barely reaching his shoulder when he was in high heels.

“Thanks, Trix.” She smiled up at him. “But you still have a better figure than I do. God, it makes me sick.” Her nose pinched. “If you steel my date, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“She might be tiny,” Sheela said and smirked. “But she has bigger balls than most of the men in this room.”

Trigg chuckled. “I’ve seen what you have,” he said to Sheela. “You don’t have anything to worry about.” He swatted Mandy on her playboy bunny cottontail. “And Indiana Jones is hot, but I’m not interested in your date. His whip scares me.”

“Jeeze, who is that?” Sheela indicated the pirate standing near the door. A patch covered one eye, but Trigg instantly recognized the piercing blue of his eye and the dark shadow on his angular jaw.

Eli wore a billowing white shirt unbuttoned to the navel. Trigg had seen Eli’s bronzed torso before and just as now, his mouth went dry.

“Damn, and I thought Jack Sparrow was hot and dirty.” Mandy clucked her tongue and glanced at Trigg. “You after some pirate’s booty, Trix?”

“That would be Captain Eli Harris.” Tight dark gray breeches molded to his hips, groin and thick thighs. A cutlass hung from a burgundy sash tied at his waist and black knee-high boots hugged his calves.

Sheela laughed. “The neighbor you’ve been after?” Sheela whistled. “Now I know why you’ve been keeping him all to yourself. You’ve been holding out on us.”

Yes, but not for the reasons Sheela assumed. “He’s straight.”

“Yay.” Mandy clapped her hands.

“Back off,” Trigg snapped. “Or I’ll tell Indiana and let him whip you for being naughty.”

Trigg walked away from Sheela and Mandy. A tremble in his gut dropped to his knees. How would Eli react to seeing him in drag?

* * *

Eli glanced around the room. What the fuck was he doing here? He knew before he arrived that the partiers would be predominantly gay. That didn’t bother him. What bothered him was his growing fascination to a certain neighbor.

Holy shit. A svelte woman strode across the room, her long silk-covered legs and stilettos eating up the distance between them like Gisele Bündchen on the catwalk. A smile parted her luscious glossed lips. Long lashes, glittering porcelain skin, and a fucking hot body. Her shape wasn’t an hourglass, but she had slender curves. Narrow hips, trim tummy and small breasts. Her shoulders curved into nicely muscled arms. She had lines and contours to tempt a man. Kohl lined her intense emerald eyes and a sheet of black hair fell to her waist. Her gaze never waved as she approached. And her mouth, with a seductive tilt, hinted at wicked delights.

Eli’s heart pounded and awareness—sexual awareness—skittered over his flesh. Pressure tightened his balls and his cock warmed. Fuck. He was getting hard…for Trigg!

“I’m glad you came.”

Eli swallowed hard. The voice of his neighbor didn’t match the feminine glamour of the women standing in front of him. Trigg was tall and the heels made him a statuesque giant. The shimmering white bodice of the dress molded to his chest, skimmed over his hips like a second skin and only reached to his toned thighs. Wrapping his mind around Trigg’s transformation was difficult. Somewhere beneath the hot dress was Trigg’s dick.