Best Cowboy Books Novels & Stories

And it wasn’t her sons’ side. Meanwhile, in the city, Sofia slept a restless sleep, dreaming of fields on fire and the voice of a cowboy asking for help — a voice that, in the waking world, had told her to leave. The web spun by Dawson and Marlene was tightening, and neither the determined nurse, nor the wounded cowboy, nor the lost brother had any idea how deeply they were already entangled in it. Ruin was not coming. It was already there.

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" Thomas yelled over the roaring wind as he gripped the reins of his buckskin mustang who went by the name of Trotter. "Save your speech, Tom," She yelled back. Her blue roan mustang, Mist, ran gracefully and quickly, the open fields of wildflowers seemed to shine underneath the high noon sun. Behind them, shouting could be heard from Abilene, a town that seemed so close yet so far behind them. Thomas glanced back, only to see a small city outline. He thanked the greater graces that Cassidy was quick on her feet and quickly made their exit, there was just one thing Thomas didn't understand.

I teased. Colton blinked, swallowed hard, then dragged a hand down his face as if that would help shake whatever was going through his head. “Darlin’,” he exhaled, voice rougher than usual, “you just wrecked every thought I had.” I rolled my eyes, even as warmth crept up my spine. Finally taking a second to glance at him, I had to admit—he cleaned up real nice. The cowboy look suited him. The fitted black jeans, the crisp button-down tucked neatly under a leather belt, the polished boots—it all worked. And then there was the bolo tie, resting at the base of his throat, adding an edge of old-school charm that only he could pull off.

The sales department organized a team-building trip and turned it into a killer-instinct trail race, with a $30,000 prize for the winner. I volunteer with a search and rescue team, and I stayed up all night mapping the safest route with supply points along the way. The new VP they had parachuted in tore up my map right before we set out. "What's the fun in a paved trail? We take the undeveloped Wildman Gorge. That's how you show real killer instinct! "To keep anyone from cheating with GPS, everyone hands over their communication devices." I pointed at the thunderheads on the horizon and tried to stop him. Wildman Gorge floods easily, and going in without radios was suicide. Instead, he smash

What chance of resistance could I possibly have against Jaxon West, the hottest, most masculine cowboy I had ever set my eyes upon? T. B. C!

After tying the calf paws the cowboy has to mount the animal and raise his hands to stop the time. Kayden is the next one in the dispute, representing Walker ranch. The announcer says Kayden’s name and he’s largely applauded by a wide number of girls that screams his name as if he was a rock star. “Ridding the pure blood Sky and representing Walker ranch, from Portland, the cowboy that makes the girls sigh, Kayden Vaugh.” Kayden entered galloping Sky steady and reaching the heavy calf from around 320 yards apart, like an arrow he jumped out of the mare and tied the calf, quickly raising his hands, doing spectacular time of 9.48 seconds.

“I’ve had enough army without having to watch them.” “Ooh, we can watch a cowboy romance,” she said, and Asher laughed. “Is that a thing?” Emerson grinned. “It’s a big thing. Romantic cowboys are every woman’s fantasy.” “Why?” Asher asked, with a frown. “It’s the whole thing of men wearing cowboy hats, working with horses, muscles forged from work and not a gym, good manners, and probably, or hopefully, a bit of a wild side. Women like to be dominated without feeling like she has no say. Cowboy books and movies give that to them,” she said.

Lianna asked. “Cash. What about yours?” “Casper.” I gave her a crooked grin and watched as Luis walked up with a small bag in his hands. We put it in the horse trailer and listened to the announcements now that all the events were over. They announced Lianna as the third-place winner in barrel racing. Corbin took first in bronc riding and I took first in bull riding. “You’re a bull rider?” Lianna asked with a grimace. “No. I'm pretending to be. I’m a cowboy, ma'am,” I said with a wink.

Or become invisible. “You sure you got the right club?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at me. “The Wolf Riders,” I said, and told him about the jacket I’d seen in Snake’s room. “They were talking about someone named Britney Cooper and Grace Carlson. That they were causing trouble. And they needed to be taken care of.” I realized that every time I said that, Steel and Prez seemed to be ready to murder someone, although I don’t think that someone was me. No matter, I continued: “Snake was ordered to--- do it, but he came back a couple of days ago, saying that they were under too much security and he’d risk exposure if he made a move. He did, however, say he managed to silence the cops.” I let my