Cowboy Books Romance Novels & Stories

It made me want to cry just looking at it. "That's so romantic! I'm sure she said yes right away," I said. "There's no way I could have said no if someone did that to me." "Actually..." *** "I mean, she certainly didn't date any other boys in high school, but I've never been quite sure," Mr. Watson said. "There was so much chaos afterword that I never heard an answer. She looked stunned, and Ray was on his feet before long. He hugged her tightly and whispered something in her ear. She let him put the dime store ring on her finger. We all thought it was official, but I guess puppy love never lasts."

She was certain he had to be a large wolf, and he must be a lot more ferocious looking than that stupid Rider. Finding it odd that she was thinking about which wolf was the most handsome, Everly shook her head to clear it and then returned her attention to her book. She was almost three-fourths of the way through the book now, and she still hadn’t found anything, but she thought that the book might be getting to a part that included something useful because it was talking about wolf shifters interacting with humans and how it was important for wolf shifters to keep their abilities secret from those who were not able to shift into wolves.

Closing her eyes, she tried to settle and let herself sleep. After a few minutes, she felt the mattress dip. She tensed. Then, something warm and furry curled around her. She opened her eyes and found Nieve had curled around her. Her shoulders relaxed, and she snuggled into him. “Missed you,” she murmured to the wolf. She felt a soft rumble next to her. “Missed you too,” Naive replied in her mind. “I’m glad he found you…” She nodded and cuddled into him.

The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices. Francis held court at the poker table, a redhead on one arm, Nora on the other. Nora's dress left little to the imagination. Her makeup was flawless, but her eyes darted around, restless. I hung back at the bar, nursing a glass of water. Bernard sidled up next to me. "Holding up okay?" he asked. "Still kicking." Bernard fell silent for a moment before asking, "Did Nora give you the stuff?" "Uh-huh." I gave a noncommittal grunt, not elaborating further.

“You know, Colter Hayes just sounded way too cowboy cliché. Like a man written by a middle-aged woman obsessed with horses.” At this point, I also burst into laughter despite my mood. What kind of comparison was that? “Okay, fair. Although I have no idea how he came up with it.” I said. “So his actual name is Jaxon?” Lizzie asked. “Jaxon West.” Maria admitted. “Hmm.” She nodded thoughtfully. “That’s somehow even hotter.” “Eww.” Maria muttered and walked to the wardrobe. “So why exactly is cowboy Casanova avoiding you?” Lizzie asked.

COWRIE The fire had burned low by the time I crawled under the covers. He’d been reading when I came in, propped against the headboard with his shirt undone, chest rising slow beneath the flickering shadows. He closed the book when I settled beside him. My heart beat loud, but my body didn’t recoil as he reached for my hand and kissed the back of it. “Cowrie,” he whispered, brushing my knuckles against his jaw, “I don’t want to keep waiting for a version of you that does not hate me.”

Only Knives! Not very surprising. The man was annoying as fuck! And totally unfair! Hell, I helped him escape, and how did he thank me? By kidnapping me, that’s how! And now – to top it all off – he was making me feel things that I didn’t want to. And unfortunately, I’d read enough romance novels to know that what I was experiencing was an attraction. Yeah, not only was I a coward, but I was also the kind of loser to feel attracted to the big, sexy biker that had captured me. He was rude, full of shit, and I felt attracted to him.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

They clashed and met, then separated to repeat a similar rhythm. Velia squeezed Lucas' broad chest. Lucas' reception drove her wild with desire. She spurred on and shifted slightly to position Lucas' masculinity at her sensitive spot. Desire was fulfilled. It felt intoxicating. Injecting addiction and greed that fueled their passion. As if there was a blazing fire engulfing them. Surrounding and burning them as if they were worthless pieces of wood. Igniting. Sparking. Each flame brought forth a growing blaze. Boiling. Evaporating. Each heat brought forth cascades of sweat.

I pulled off, tracing the veiny ridges with my tongue; being my man's cock, I did it with both sensual familiarity and skill. Once you get Marty in your mouth, you fantasize about his warm, salty nectar...the taste...the sensuous heat...and creamy texture. Then I swirled my tongue all over the shaft, but after a few minutes, I looked up, "I could use something more from my sexy farmhand...or um...hot cowboy." Knowing exactly what I needed, he grinned, "Your hot cowboy, can't wait to ride that big white horse!" As I added more lube to my dick, he grinned, putting his boots back on, "Cowboys always fuck with their boots on...don't they?"