Saturday, June 6, 2015



This is a re-do of my first erotic male-female romance. I've toned down the eroticism to sensual, and I expect to release this short story this summer, probably before A Night to Remember comes out. (I really do write contemporary stories, too!)

Copyright © 2015 Dee Ann Palmer
Cover Design © 2015 by Carey Abbott

The Setting: California, 1834. Jenny, a foreigner hired as companion to his aunt, has rescued Rafael from a violent storm, and they're in a small house where the vaqueros caught in similar storms can shelter. She has removed his clothes and dried him.

     Rubbing her hands together, she realized she was cold, too. It was important to get out of her wet clothes before cold turned to chill. She'd brought clothing for Rafael but nothing for herself. Dust triggered a sneeze as she lifted the lid of the trunk, but rummaging through it she found a worn coverlet for the bed and an old dress that must have belonged to either Lucita or a servant. Removing her damp clothing, she slipped into the dress. It was warmer than her wet clothes and unrestricting. Her feet she left bare.

     Returning to Rafael, alarm surged through her because his blanket shook. He shivered uncontrollably, teeth chattering. Jenny pulled the coverlet from the trunk, and rolling him toward her and onto his side, she reached over his back to spread the cover over that half of the straw. Then, before settling on him on his back, she rolled him away from her and onto his other side while she tugged the remaining half of the cover underneath and free of him. Now he was protected from the rough, cold straw.

     Still he shivered. Hesitating over what she knew would help, a moan from him made up her mind. Sliding under the blanket with him, she pulled his cold body close and held him tight. After some minutes, the shaking had not stopped, so she rolled him onto his back and climbed on top of him. Stretching her body the full length of his, she settled on him. . .


Original, erotic version was one of eleven winners, and I've been writing for them ever since.

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