Box Set #6: The Zara's Bois Collection (All 3 books for $2.99)
In Zack and the Dark Shaft, aimless party girl Zara Benjamin has just discovered something she wants as much as her best friend since college, the unattainable Quincy Powers. But when an elevator door opens minus the car, all these hopes and dreams are forever dashed… until two angels intervene and send Zara on a mission in the body of her twin brother, Zack Benjamin.
In Ingenue’s Choice, Patryk Andrews works by day in a high finance position, but Patryk knows he's a big disappointment to his parents, though he thrives in a job that leaves him more spiritually and emotionally empty than his last abusive relationship. Keir Monroe, a gifted painter from an affectionate, supportive clan of parents and three younger brothers, has lost his way after the death of his lover three years previous. A chance encounter with Patryk sparks Keir's creative spirit, however, and more than a little lust.
In Bouncer’s Folly, before her death in a tragic accident, Zara Benjamin was the epitome of spoiled rich bad girl. When she's brought back to Earth in the body of rich, directionless bad boy Trevor Carmichael, she thinks it's just destiny screwing with her life again. Personal trainer and part-time bouncer Ramsey Logan has been the reliable go-to guy all his life and doesn't have the time or inclination to entertain people who aren't equally so. But there's something about the reckless and sexy Trevor that has Ramsey looking past the impulsive facade to the wounded soul beneath.
A Siren Erotic Romance
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ZACK AND THE DARK SHAFT
Zara woke the next morning achy and invigorated, stretched her limbs to test their flexibility. Or rather she stretched and tested Zack’s flexibility. She didn’t know whether to thank Micah and Jamaereh or curse them for this divine sex-switch until she remembered her night and morning with Quincy.
He was everything she’d ever thought he would be and more in a lover. Even with the unexpected development of her having to finally enjoy his tender and firm strokes as a man—her twin brother no less—she still found herself looking forward to their next session of lovemaking with a strong mixture of hunger and anticipation.
She sat up in bed beneath the navy-blue, satin sheet, and hugged herself. She felt like a bride on her honeymoon, every nerve tingling with afterglow.
Could they top all of the orgasms they achieved last night?
Zara smiled, eager to find out until she glanced over at Quincy.
Poor baby was sprawled face down, lightly snoring and looking totally wasted.
She would have roused him until she remembered the opening last night and how hard he’d worked tending to everyone’s needs and making sure the nightclub was a success.
Zara got all choked up when she remembered Quincy smiling down at her surrounded by all the trappings she’d described in her nightclub business plan. He’d followed her outline all the way down to the minutest detail.
She was so grateful, she could have hugged Quincy last night when she’d first emerged in Zack’s body while Zack drifted to sleep in the VIP lounge. But she was stuck playing it cool for fear that she might give too much away too soon.
Her brother liked to have a good time, but was nowhere near the party animal that Zara was, and Quincy would have noticed Zack acting out of character. Bad enough she’d slipped several times and called him ‘big handsome’ when no one else in the world used that nickname for him but her. Not that Quincy had noticed. He’d been too busy pursuing and drooling over Zack every free moment he had away from his staff and customers.
Zara smiled knowing the two people she loved most in the world had finally gotten together. It wasn’t an ideal situation, especially not for Zack, but at least she’d got them over their first hurdle.
Somewhere down deep she thought she should be jealous of her brother and how much Quincy had enjoyed being with Zack when he’d never wanted to give her the time of day where sex was concerned. She knew she was being unreasonable, that Quincy was gay, but it didn’t stop her from wanting more of him for herself. Didn’t stop her from wanting him to know exactly who he had made love to last night, that it wasn’t just Zack.
Okay, maybe she was being an egotistical, spoiled brat, but old habits died hard.
Zara closed her eyes against a sudden wave of dizziness. She could barely keep her eyes open they felt so heavy.
Zack was waking up.
She could feel him scratching and clawing his way to consciousness even while she tried to hold onto awareness herself.
Damn it, she wanted more time! This was so unfair.
Why were those two angels toying with her like this, giving her only a taste of Quincy through Zack?
She wanted her own body. She wanted Quincy for herself.
“So, where do you want me?”
“Oh, all kinds of places, but over there by the bed will do for now.” Keir pointed Patryk toward the ocean-size, four-poster bed that dominated the room.
Patryk noticed the Velcro cuffs attached to each post, walked over to the foot of the bed on suddenly shaky legs, and waited for more instructions.
Keir stood before his easel on the other side of the room, head tilted at a slight angle and a thumb and forefinger cradling his chin as he peered at Patryk.
Patryk averted his eyes, briefly catching the image of Keir’s bare feet peeking from the bottom of the pair of faded jeans he’d changed into. He dragged his gaze up from the well-worn hem, glancing over Keir’s strong, denim-clad thighs before finally landing on his fly. He let his gaze linger for a moment, noticing the huge bulge, focusing on the sexy way the jeans hung on Keir’s slim waist and accentuated his ripped abs.
There wasn’t an ounce of fat on the man’s frame and Patryk’s mouth dried up at the idea of Keir’s six-foot-four, lean-muscled body dominating him before he quickly dropped his gaze back to the floor. The sight of Keir’s brown toes curling against the plush gray carpet turned Patryk on as much as the idea of being at Keir’s mercy.
Oh, please put me out of my misery and take me now. Please!
Patryk cleared his throat before finally taking in Keir’s contemplative face again. “Is something wrong?”
“Nothing at all.” Keir came over to the bed and stood a foot in front of Patryk. His body immediately reacted to Keir’s closeness. His legs weakened until all he wanted to do was collapse back on the bed and let Keir do whatever he wanted to him.
“Don’t be afraid.” Keir cupped his face.
Keir gave him a yeah-sure look as he reached for the belt of the robe and slowly unknotted it with one hand.
Patryk gasped as the robe fell open, and Keir rasped his thumbs over each of Patryk’s firm, hypersensitive nipples.
Keir slid his arms around Patryk, pulled him close, rubbing a thigh over his balls, the rough denim material making his cock throb with need. “Don’t move.”
Patryk didn’t. He just moaned and fisted his hands at his sides to keep from reaching for Keir the way he wanted.
“You follow instructions well. I like that.”
He followed instructions very well, even when it killed him, and with the way the man was torturing him, Patryk thought he would die long before he felt the heated pulse of Keir’s dick inside him.
“I want you primed and relaxed when I paint you.”
Oh yeah, painting. That’s what this was about. Not screwing. Not yet. Just painting. Right. Got it.
But all of those thoughts flew out of Patryk’s mind when Keir grasped his shaft and lightly pumped it up and down.
“Are you relaxed?”
“Mmm.” Was the man kidding? Relaxed? Wasn’t the fact that he couldn’t communicate more eloquently beyond Neanderthal-like groans and grunts evidence that Patryk was balancing on a fine razor edge of lust and wasn’t relaxed at all!
“Maybe this will help…” Keir thumbed the creamy pearl of pre-come from Patryk’s slit, lazily sucking the liquid from his thumb before sliding to his knees in front of Patryk.
Yeah, that just might help.
“Remember. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
“I won’t.” Patryk stood rooted to the spot as if already bound by Keir’s cuffs, and couldn’t help thinking how Keir’s deep voice and calm words did more to restrain him than Derek’s binding or disciplining him ever had.
Christ, he barely knew this man!
“Oh, and one more thing, Patryk…”
He panted when Keir licked the head of his cock then glanced up at him with those dark eyes that would have had Patryk turning into a useless puddle on the floor if Keir weren’t holding him up. “What’s that?”
“I don’t want you to think about anything except what I’m doing to you.”
He could do that. That was probably all he could do.
“Don’t think. Just feel…” Keir took Patryk into his mouth in one long swallow, the light stubble on his chin tickling Patryk’s scrotum as Keir sucked Patryk’s cock hard.
Ramsey rushed her, tossing his looped belt over her head until it settled around her waist.
He pulled her forward like a calf he had just roped until she stumbled into his chest. “I think this would make more of an impact if you were naked,” he murmured and slapped one of his big palms against Zara’s ass.
She yelped, more from surprise than any pain, and automatically rubbed herself against him with a low moan.
“You are such a bad boi, you know that?”
“I know, Daddy. I need you to whip me into shape. That is your job, isn’t it?”
“You really want some of this?”
Zara glanced up when she heard the uncertainty in his voice and noticed the flicker of hesitation in his brandy eyes as if he was afraid of going too far with this game and didn’t want to hurt her.
Should she help him grapple with his obvious demons playing out this little scenario?
Zara took it as a “yes” when her insides tingled at the prospect of further role playing and turned around to rub her ass against Ramsey’s substantial erection. “Would it help if I told you I was tempted?”
“I was feeling weak. I wanted to try some of his stuff.”
“You’re pushing it, Trevor.”
“So, what are you going to do about i—” Before Zara could get the last word out he took the belt from around her and swept her off her feet into his arms like some urban Rhett Butler, carrying her through the house to Trevor’s bedroom before dumping her on the king-size bed.
Zara shuddered at his harsh command, looking into his hot gaze, seeking reassurance and finding it in the depths of his brandy eyes. Despite his tone, she knew he would never hurt Trevor, she knew he would never go too far. She trusted him.
“Now, Trevor.” Ramsey snapped the belt as he toed off his cross-trainers then proceeded to strip out of his jeans, shirt and boxer briefs until he was standing before her in just his beautiful, coffee-brown skin.
Zara stared at his large cock jutting at her from a nest of black curls, the bulbous head flushed and dripping pre-cum. She licked her lips, trying to catch up with Ramsey as she removed her own clothes as fast as she could.
Ramsey came to the bed and helped her out of her last piece of clothing. He slowly dragged her boxers down her legs and discarded them over his shoulder before he returned to her, brandishing his belt. “Turn over.”
She did, breathless and more excited now than she’d ever been in her life.
“Just so you’re never tempted again.”
Zara never thought she would be so turned on by pain. But when it came, the belt whistling through the air a second before impacting with her bare ass, she shrieked then closed her eyes and instantly sank into the stinging heat with a groan.
She ground her hard dick into the mattress, writhing as she waited for the next blow. It came before she could take a deep breath, then eight more in quick succession, each one smarting just a little more then the last as Ramsey got into an alluring, lulling rhythm until Zara heard herself alternately whimpering and moaning with the ecstasy of it.
“Damn you, Trevor! C’mere…” Ramsey tossed the belt aside, scooped her up into his arms again and kissed her all over her face, cooing apologies and sweet nothings in her ear.
“Why are you apologizing? I liked it.”
He gently placed her back on the bed, facedown, running his fingers over her skin from her shoulders to her feet. He massaged the bottoms with his thumbs before working his way back up to caress her tender ass.
She winced before she felt him blowing against both sensitive cheeks, his breath like a cool, healing gel against sunburned skin. Then he leaned in and kissed each cheek.
“My poor baby.”
“You can make it up to me.” She lifted up on her elbows, looked at him over her shoulder and smiled.
“By fucking me right now, as hard and long as you can.”
“I can do that.”
Zara reached for the bedside table, sure Trevor had the appropriate paraphernalia for a sexual assignation, didn’t think he would be worth his salt as a young gay man in New York if he didn’t. She searched through the top drawer, finding all sorts of useful gadgets and goodies—a beige, ten-inch dildo, a matching butt plug, a pair of Velcro wrist and ankle cuffs, a small bong, some amyl nitrate poppers and a baggie full of multicolored pills that Zara thought were probably ecstasy. Goodness a treasure-trove of decadence!
Ramsey peeked over her shoulder into the drawer. “I should have dumped your stash before I left earlier and gotten rid of your temptations. I wasn’t thinking.”
“We’ll get rid of it together later. But first things first…” Zara grabbed the tube of lubricant and the string of condoms beside it.
Ramsey took the condoms, ripped one packet off the string and tore into the foil with his teeth and hands. By the time he sheathed his erection and settled his wide shoulders between Zara’s legs, she had already applied a generous amount of lube in and around her anus.
She lay on her back and watched Ramsey lower his head to her throbbing dick, fascinated by the unfamiliar sight, struck by the impossible feelings coursing through her.
As soon as Ramsey put his mouth on her, licking the jewel of pre-ejaculate from the head of her penis, she became a he, and he was Zara, trembling in delight at his rebirth.
He cupped Ramsey’s head, reveling in the feel of the short soft curls beneath his hands, gently thrusting his hips up as Ramsey lowered his head and sucked Zara’s shaft.