When She Says Yes


 
 
 
 
 WHEN SHE SAYS YES
 STORIES
 
 
 
 FIONA ZEDDE
 
 
 
 RED HILLS PUBLISHING
 
 
 
 
 Copyright © 2014 by Fiona Zedde
 All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means without the written permission of the author.
 These are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales is entirely coincidental.
 “Love, Zora” originally appeared in Wicked: Sexy Tales of Legendary Lovers by edited Mitzi Szereto, Cleis Press, 2005.
 “Night Music” originally appeared in Iridescence: Sensuous Shades of Lesbian Erotica edited by Jolie Du Pre, Alyson Books, 2007.
 “Tattoo” originally appeared in Best Lesbian Erotica 2004 edited by Tristan Taormino, Cleis Press, 2004.
 “Morality Tail” originally appeared in Hot Lesbian Erotica edited by Tristan Taormino, Cleis Press, 2005.
 “Cecily and a Boy” originally appeared in Va-Va-Voom: Hot Lesbian Erotica edited by Astrid Fox, Red Hot DIVA 2003.
 “On the Run” originally appeared in On Our Backs Magazine, March 2006.
 “Crave” originally appeared under the title “Dreamtime” in Best Lesbian Romance edited by Angela Brown, Cleis Press, 2007.
 “Fast” originally appeared in Va-Va-Voom: Hot Lesbian Erotica edited by Astrid Fox, Red Hot DIVA, 2004.
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 CONTENTS
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Also by Fiona Zedde
 
 
 Acknowledgments
 
 
 
 
 Kiss of the Rain Queen
 
 
 Love, Zora
 
 
 Night Music
 
 
 Tattoo
 
 
 Morality Tail
 
 
 A Good Ride
 
 
 Cecily and a Boy
 
 
 On the Run
 
 
 Crave
 
 
 Fast
 
 
 Wide Open
 
 
 Return to Me
 
 
 
 
 Thank you!
 
 
 Femme Like Her Excerpt
 
 
 House of Agnes Excerpt
 
 
 Also by Fiona Zedde
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 ALSO BY FIONA ZEDDE
 
 
 
 
 
 Bliss §
 Broken in Soft Places
 Dangerous Pleasures
 House of Agnes §
 Les Tales (novella collection with Skyy & Nikki Rashan) §
 Nightshade (novella)
 Rise of the Rain Queen
 To Italy with Love (novella and stories)
 When She Says Yes (stories)
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 Femme Like Her (Like Her #1) §
 Stud Like Her (Like Her #2)
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 The Power of Mercy (Superheroine novella)
 The Power of Mercy: a graphic novel
 A Lover’s Mercy (Superheroine novel)
 The Mercy Chronicles (The Mercy books in one collection) §
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 Every Dark Desire (Vampire Desire #1) §
 Desire at Dawn (Vampire Desire #2)
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 A Taste of Sin (How Sweet It Is #1)
 Hungry for It (How Sweet It Is #2)
 Return to Me (How Sweet It Is #3)
 Insatiable Appetites (How Sweet It Is #4)
 Bittersweet (How Sweet It Is #5)
 Pleasure and Spice (How Sweet It Is #6)
 
 § = audiobook also available
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
 
 
 
 
 
 When She Says Yes has been a long time in coming. This collection, a mix of old work and new, spans literally ten years of writing. It includes the first story I ever got published (“Tattoo”), one I finished a few weeks ago (“Kiss of the Rain Queen”), plus a few tales written during the between years.
 
 Without the help of some amazingly wonderful people, this collection would not have been possible. Thanks to KishaLynn Moore Elliott for supplying inspiration AND the winning title to the collection. Much love and gratitude to my Virgo beta readers Sheree, Angela, and Khaulah for telling me like it is and encouraging me to always do and be better.
 
 And everlasting thanks to you, my readers, who have continued to support me in large and small ways. You are everything.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 KISS OF THE RAIN QUEEN
 
 
 
 
 
 Hasnaa, the chief’s fifth most beautiful daughter, had been sold for rain.
 She held her head high as she alighted from the luxurious palanquin, usually reserved to carry her father or one of his wives. She was at her new home now. The palace of the Rain Queen. Or, as her father called the woman, an imposter.
 The Rain Queen’s lands near the sea were lush, the greenest part of the great continent that Hasnaa had ever seen. Although the sun was bright in the sky, the very air smelled like rain, a seductive and wet scent she’d only experienced a few times in her father’s village. As the men had carried her in the palanquin, she passed beautiful flowers and animals running wild on the Serengeti, tall trees, women dressed like warriors practicing their martial arts under the open sky.
 Hasnaa stepped onto the soft and rich black dirt, her sandaled feet sinking in with the sound of a sigh. She furtively stretched her cramped body, not wanting the four man-servants to see her weakness. After all, she had done nothing more than spend the thirteen day journey swaying in her loneliness while the men carried her on their shoulders.
 The four men, their bodies roped with muscle and their flesh moist with sweat, stood still while Hasnaa stared at what was to be her new home. Instead of the semi-circle of huts with the chief’s residence at its apex, the Rain Queen’s home was a single large and ornate structure made of white stone, coral from the nearby sea, and spread out for nearly a maili like the petals of a sunflower. They had been welcomed through an unguarded archway into a large courtyard with neatly