Colton Reynolds Novels & Stories

She hadn’t expected the isolation to feel so… alive. The Double Bar Ranch stretched for thousands of acres, remote enough that the nearest town was an hour’s drive away. And then there was him. Colton Reed. The head rancher. Forty-two years old, built like the land itself, broad shoulders, thick arms corded with muscle from years of breaking horses and a sharp jawline. He’d caught her staring on day one. She’d been forking hay into a stall when he rode up on his black stallion. “New girl,” he’d grunted, “Keep up and we won’t have problems.”

Donny chuckled. He has thick long brown hair that he ties back in a low ponytail, kind chocolate colored eyes, and thick lips. He was the security guard slash bouncer and would tackle and subdue the guys who would cause problems. He was also really funny and would make food for us sometimes. I don’t eat when I’m on the clock and the girls don’t either. I thought it was very thoughtful of him. It was hard to believe he wasn’t a werewolf because of his build. Despite being so big, he was a gentle giant and was the nicest person I’ve met since Gabe and I arrived.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

It's no wonder that who shall not be named left and didn’t want to take over the family business he even changed his name entirely breaking all strings attached to Isla Martago. And right now I wish I could do the same. But leaving isn't an option for me, not When Dwayne knows my every waking move. "You've been doing these last few years of being under my wing," Dwayne said, standing from desk. His tall broad stature covers half the window behind him from the look of his shadow you'd be terrified. "I'm willing to give you the two weeks with Sierra," He lit his cigar and took a drag, the smokes so thick you cut it with a knife.

Kaden snapped, grabbing the back of Tavish's shirt to pull him out of the way so he was in front of Rylan. Clearly blind with anger, Rylan swung back and hit kaden straight in the face. It was a good hit. The force was undeniably strong, as it completely turned Kaden's head to the side, blood immediately erupting from his nose. His muscles tensed, but he didn't fight back. What's the point? When Rylan gets like this, he's unstoppable. He could probably take down an immortal in a fight. "This has to stop," I insist, grabbing Rylan's arm to turn him to face me. The sparks are enough to knock some sense into him. An ounce of his anger dies down a little when he looks at me.

consistently. “Kind of,” she replied, offering a small shrug. “It’s hard not to be, out here.” He chuckled softly, stepping closer but still maintaining a respectable distance. “I figured. It’s quiet, and you don’t have many around your age to talk to.” “I’ve noticed,” she replied dryly, though not unkindly. “I’m Karl,” he said, nodding slightly. “Serena,” she said, even though he already knew. Her name was no secret here. But saying it aloud felt a little like reclaiming something.

None of these men was worth giggling over, in fact now that they had Cassie, it was time they left. “Caleb.” A booming voice that reverberated round the house caught Kennedy’s attention and she turned to the foot of the stairs, where some blond giant of a man seemed to be giving Caleb a death glare. She knew she had been using the term ‘giant’ to describe these men, but this time, this man fit the description to the T. He beat Rinaldi’s 6ft4” height by at least three inches and was anything but lean; sturdy legs reminding her of tree trunks were encased in dark jeans, those biceps he had inconspicuously hidden in a grey cotton Henley shirt looked like they could crush steel, a wide chest th

As much as my brain tells me I should be afraid, something tells me he’s not dangerous. That he’s just flirty. Like Alex. He reminds me of a darker, older, werewolf version of Alex. I didn’t answer him, moving my phone up like I was trying to ignore him. Really I’m taking his picture to send to Logan. “Yet again. Not your business,” I stated. Aurelia: That’s him. I’ve been backing up to the forest just in case. Do I need to run? Logan: Colby Delaney. *eye roll emoji*

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Colton chuckled as he passed the glass of whiskey to Reid. After his unpleasant visit with his father, he headed over to Colton's house for a surprise visit. They hadn’t seen each other since the wedding, only calling and texting to check up on each other. “How did you do it?” Reid turned to Colton. “Do what?” “Obey your father. We both know he’s ten times worse than mine.” Colton nodded in agreement with a small chuckle. “I guess I just happened to fall in love at the right time.”