Cowboy Book Characters Novels & Stories

But at least they were never condescending, like their shit didn't stink or something. No, save that kind of BS for fancy-pants city boys. Starla mentally counted the nine Stellas arranged on a large serving tray. Stella. Because Bud just wouldn't do. Starla rolled her eyes and hoisted the tray. As she entered the party room, raucous laughter rang out. The apparent ringleader, the shortest man, naturally, spoke above the noise, his New York accent further grating on Starla's nerves. "All I'm saying is, that cowboy never knew what hit him." He picked up the beer Starla put down in front of him without bothering to acknowledge her presence. "We sent him that little redheaded piece of tw

No matter how long they committed a crime, there would be a record of them in the wolf society. #Hello readers, I hope you are enjoying the story so far, please don't forget to leave a comment and support me with your votes. It would be much appreciated. Thank you#

she’d said one day, her eyes sparkling as she opened a book with a shirtless cowboy on the cover. “So, this guy, he’s all brooding and tough, but then he saves this woman from a runaway horse, and—get this—she faints in his arms, like, full-on swoon. Ridiculous, right?” Her dramatic reading had made me laugh, a rare sound in the sterile room, and her presence, her forgiveness, humbled me. Sometimes she’d stay even when Celeste was there, the two of them trading stories, their laughter a small gift. “You two are trouble,” Cassie had teased once, pointing at me and Celeste. “I’m keeping an eye on you.”

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

The two of them just stared at each other, and I was, standing there like the odd one out. The last two years had been kind to my brother. No scars, no missing limbs. His ashy blond hair tied back into a low ponytail, right at the base of his neck. Clean shaven as always, a golden tint taken to his skin. Lean, and dorky in appearance, but still able to hold his own in a one on one. “...mate…” They both just said, in a very unison tone. My guess is the wolves were going insane inside their heads.

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.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana. Meanwhile, Alpha Briar West, a composed and confident leader, faces a new challenge when an unforeseen issue arises from the recent cattle thefts at Wolfe Ranch. He becomes the target of the enraged Alpha from the Winnipeg Pack, who seeks retribution for a debt. As if this predicament wasn't enough, Briar also finds his mate in an entirely unexpected manner. Now, this cowboy must navigate the complexities of his relationship with his free-spirited mate, Sloan Taylor.

the cowboy jokes. A joke Adira didn't understand nor did she find it funny.” Excuse me!” She narrows her eyes at the tall man before her. “What is going on here?” A familiar voice speaks behind the cowboy, and Adira goes still. Her heart begins to pound loudly in her ears. Every words she had practiced over the night took flight, leaving her brain empty. “Boss,” the ranch hand turns to greet the tall brunette behind him, but her attention was no longer on him, but arrested on the blonde behind him.