Cowboy Book Characters Novels & Stories

I say to get us off the cowboy conversation. Claire immediately nods. "Yes! Oh my goodness I am so hungry. Let's stop for waffles at the diner," She says and I nod. "That sounds good," I say before flipping on my blinker. **ONE MONTH LATER****** "What are the odds," I mutter to myself as the striking cowboy from my dreams comes walking into the ER with another injured companion. He seems more concerned than he did the last time he was here and I can see why. The petite woman he is with is beautiful and delicate-looking. Her long brown hair and big doe-like eyes scream innocent. Whatever is wrong with her has him concerned and looking protective.

There was tumbleweed drifting along dirt roads and ill-lit ale houses with posters of wanted criminals stuck to the walls and animal-driven carts. Her Prius looked wildly out of place, drawing a lot of unwanted attention from grim-faced cowboys. Ignoring the stares, Keyah got out of the car. After retrieving her tote bag from the backseat, Keyah made her way up the couple of steps leading up to the store. A wizened old man wearing a cowboy hat was sitting behind the counter. Keyah couldn’t tell what kind of shifter he was. But his eyes were distinctly feline, as was his scent. Probably a mountain lion or a cougar. Keyah’s wolf recognize the larger and perhaps the more dangerous predator. Aar

Every so often, the sharp crack of his bullwhip would resound through the air, a stern reminder for the cattle to stay in formation. Alexandra watched him, admiration swelling within her. His cowboy gear fit him perfectly, enhancing his ruggedly handsome features. His hat sat comfortably on his head, casting a shadow over his intense eyes. His work boots were worn and weathered, much like the man himself, bearing the marks of countless days under the sun. She admired him not just for his good looks, but for his dedication and work ethic. He handled the cattle with a calm assurance, his every move revealing years of experience. He was a man in his element, a cowboy through and through.

I love what I do, but I'm uncomfortable with a lot of praise. "Thank you, king," I say, glancing over at the man whose name I still don't know. He's leaning against the wall smiling at me with his massive arms crossed over his chest. Why is that such a turn-on? "I see you've met our lead warrior, Wyatt," Ryder says with a smile. Wyatt? Like Wyatt Earp? Is it wrong that I want to tell him I've always wanted to ride a cowboy?

"You asked for it , little one" And that's when I dip my head lower on her neck. To kiss the place I will mark her. A moan leaves her lips and I smirk. Damn, this girl will be the end of me. .... Unknown to him, a smirk lingered on Alexandria's lip as she saw him forgetting to bolt the door. Her hand went under the mattress to feel the book safely placed there. And she couldn't help act to moan more , distracting him. It was it, the book on death wolf .

If the brunette is beautiful, I imagine that smiling must be even more beautiful. “And girls, these are my friends from the hospital, Charles and Gael, and Allan, Gael's cousin.” Bryan introduces us. “Hold on, you're Allan Callahan? The two-time PBR world champion and this year's Iron Cowboy.” Rayka asks. And apparently, she already knows Allan, which is not surprising, since we are in Texas, and he is a rodeo champion. Now it remains to be seen if she's just a fan or if she likes him. “Himself, darling.” Allan replies in his gallant way.

Stepping forward again, Liam spoke to the dirty mutt in a nonchalant tone. “Listen, we don't know what you want her for, nor do we care, but I'm giving you once more chance. Move along and you will live.” “And what would be behind door number 2?” Jack played back as if this was a game he knew he was going to win. “You piss me off and die?” Liam said before he lunged forward and shifted mid air, making Jack shift to take the impact. The moment Liam shifted, the two wolf brothers dove at the two wolfs next to Jack and Marcus jumped straight at the wolf behind.

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.

“I’d taken a liking to motorcycles and--- well, the rest you know.” I couldn’t contain a smile. Yeah, I still remembered when Bunny – the human-calculator – came to the metal shop for the very first time. He’d been saving up for a bike and was finally buying one. But since the guy didn’t know a wrench from a screwdriver, Knives had taken pity on him and had more or less taken him under his wing. They became fast friends and soon enough he’d been introduced as a prospect of the Wolf Riders MC. And we’d barely blinked before he had his own cut and a new name…

Sterling added as he scooped another bite from his plate. One of their oldest and longest acting soldiers and ranch hands, Sterling was nearly as seasoned as Rebel and Murtagh. Rebel still remembered the day they’d come across Sterling outside a bar down in Amarillo. The packless, dark-skinned cowboy had been managing to survive in the human world by working