Caroline has just inherited a ranch house out in the middle of nowhere. She’s uninterested in the desert hideaway, and only wants to get the place ready to sell. When she arrives, she senses a strange presence on the ranch. There are mysterious knocks on the door and voices in the night, and she is irresistibly drawn to the old barn out back.
When she looks out the bedroom window to see a candle burning in the old tack room, she can’t resist anymore. What she finds is more than she could have ever expected: the ghost of a sexy cowboy. Instead of being bent on revenge, the ghost of is bent on pleasure. Only Caroline can give him the release he needs to make it to the other side.
Ghost of a Cowboy is a 5,500 word erotic short story featuring sensual scenes and things that go hump in the night.
My hand was actually moving this time when I woke up, as if my dream self were really touching her dream cowboy. I was desperately warm again, and couldn’t get comfortable. The lamp was still burning at my bedside, and I took it with me to open the window. I stuck my head outside and breathed deeply.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see another light shining off in the distance. Through the dirty glass of the barn window, there was the unmistakable outline of a candle flickering. I stood there, unmoving, as I tried to decide what to do. Something was wrong with this, with all of this, and I had felt it since I had arrived at the Bad Luck Ranch. There was nothing to do but find out the cause of it.
I walked across the yard and towards the barn and placed my hand on the door. The breeze came again, and pressed hard into my back, urging me forward. The latch was cool under my fingers, but the breeze that now surrounded my arm and hands made them warm. I pressed down, and pushed open the door.
The only light in the barn came from the candle sitting on the window sill, and from my own lantern. They created two pools of light that didn’t touch, and the rest of the barn was midnight black. I moved my lantern around, and saw that most of the barn was divided into stalls. There was a door on one side, and the smell of leather hit me as soon as I opened it.
When I raised my arm to illuminate the back corner of the room, and a pair of piercing blue eyes stared at me from the dark. I dropped my lamp as a shuddered scream escaped my lips. I turned and ran, tripping over the shattered glass and falling headfirst into something solid and metal. I remembered those eyes, staring at me, before I blacked out.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Karla Marques V.
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Sofía Santos
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