Casanova Cowboy Novels & Stories

I kinda like it. Rick starts his drums followed Connor with the guitar. Please don’t screw up. I chant in my head. ‘ Cowboy Casanova’ by Carrie Underwood is my first song of the night. I close my eyes and give it all I have. By the second verse I’m dancing around the stage. I don’t care who is watching anymore. I’m doing this for me. Fuck everyone else.

" from the back of my mind and shuts down our link again. "I don't think that's a good idea. Where's Cason? I need a distraction. I want some ink." "He's down in the weight room. Want me to get him for ya?" Milo asks. "Yeah. I'm gonna shower then meet him at his shop." Cason is from a small French Canadian pack. His father was killed in an attack when he was just a pup. His mother found a second chance mate with one of our warriors, so they came to Blood River when he was fourteen. He started tattooing when he was seventeen and has been my tattoo artist since my first taste of ink. Over the years, he has turned my body into a work of art. He isn't just my tattoo artist, he's like an unoffici

The teacher gave an eye roll. Sam faked a horrified look. I faced Tess, who was smiling at me. "Where are you from? You look Mexican." she grinned, show casing pristine, white teeth. "You guessed right! I'm a Mexican Italian." "Mexican Italian? And your surname is snow?" came Sam's mortified question. "it's actually 'Tessa Marietta Arellano Rossi. Most people don't like the name so it was changed to 'snow'." she shrugged.

“Just calm your horses, cowboy. We don’t want us to get into trouble. I wanna have fun without my overprotective husband growling at me all the time. Why didn’t you invite Cas to come with us?” “I don’t growl, wife. He needs to be there in case there’s an emergency. And this is not Cas’ scene. He’s a golf-type kind of guy.” “Really? Boring.” She wrinkled her hose. “Yeah. He prefers suits and ties instead of plaid shirts.” “Wow. No wonder he never chose the military.” “Exactly.” I looked at the rearview when the SUV’s headlights blinked. “That’s the bar.” She looked ahead. “That’s very western?”

"Listen lad, I have spent my lifetime proving to be the man Joanna deserves, I married her and even 31 years later I still try to prove my worth to that woman. She has been my rock, my homie if that's what they call it and my wife all in one. I fell in love with that woman over a cocktail and a false name. She was supposed to meet a Dave and so I pretended to be Dave and slid her my number. Then Dave showed up but she told real Dave to piss off...the rest is history" "Sir, - I" "Please. I think you've earned the right to call me Russ by now don't you think?" "Yes sir. I mean, russ. I came here today because I would like your blessing for me to ask Casey to marry me when she's ready" "I would

Just don't go easy on him, okay? As I left the basement, the groans picked up again but quickly faded into silence. Fiona took me to a room that was decked out in all my favorite colors. My graffiti art covered the walls, each piece framed, with my wobbly 'Cole' signature in the corner. Before I was taken, we were not exactly rolling in dough. Three of us crammed into one room, but we were a happy bunch. "Mom, how in the world did you end up running a casino in Macoria? And where did all this cash come from?"

he said as we got into a room that looked like sin itself. A man was seated on a leather couch as a stripper gave him a lap dance. His hands were on her ass, kneading her cheeks like they were dough and he was about to make some bread. “Caspian, my man!” The man said, looking over the stripper’s shoulder at us. He arched an eyebrow. “You brought a girl?” “Don’t make it weird,” Caspian said. He glanced at me. “Carla, this is Marco. Marco, this is Carla. She’s my friend.”

Carson A commotion in the far corner of the casino bar draws my attention away from Montana’s pretty face. A DJ sets up his gear, preparing to entertain the growing crowd. The overhead music pauses for a moment, then the DJ starts his first song. It’s no surprise it’s a country song. The decor of the entire place screams wood, cowboy, and country. Patrons around the bar begin moving to the music and singing along. “The two of you should feel right at home,” Eli states.

Cas tells us as we watch all the recon, she has on the big screen Raven has hooked up to her laptop. Cassandra Nickles is an ex-military/assassin who was married to Carlo for years. Now she's a highest bidder gets her services type of person who has done a job or to for us, and like Marquez, Carlo and a few others, she was a good friend to our family and our mother. "Where's Roman" Cas asks and all 1 do is point upstairs.

said the dealer. Anya grinned and accepted congratulations from the tipsy cowboy who had glued himself to her side early in the evening. She had been steadily winning at the craps table, but not so much at her goal for the evening. Ash hadn't made an appearance yet. She was beginning to wonder if he'd seen her and decided to ignore her, or if his boss had sent him on another errand. Khalid had many interests in the city. Ash could have been at any of those other establishments, acting as the boss man's enforcer.