Cowboy Romance Books Novels & Stories

Omega for the Alpha King (Book 1 in Wolfverse series) Forbidden for the Alpha King (Book 2 in Wolfverse series) Slave to the Alpha King (A Dark Romance Standalone) Mark of the Alpha King (A Dark Romance Standalone) Mr. CEO's Mistress (2 book series under the same book) Forced Marriage to the Secret Billionaire (A forced/Arranged Marriage and One night stand standalone) Forced by the Mafia (Revenge based Dark Romance Standalone) Life of Lies (A billionaire romance Standalone) Mated to the Rogue Lycan (Werewolf Standalone)

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

He’s the only voice I actually want to hear up there. I shrug, stuffing a handful of sunny yellow ones into my elbow. “I don’t know. She’s too hard to read. She’d probably tell me they’re as stupid as I am, and that they don't buy her affection. But the only way to actually find out is by giving them to her, isn’t it?” "Perhaps." Skye sounds unconvinced. "She prefers books and rage to romance though. Just saying." “Maybe. Which is why I would gladly be the romantic one in the relationship!"

She sat with her coffee on one side, the notebook in front of her, a pen in her mouth. If there was one thing she kept hidden from most of the world at large, it was the fact that she loved to write. The fact that she liked to write wasn't what was embarrassing, what was embarrassing was the fact that she wrote erotic romance. She never even wrote it on a computer for fear that someone would find it and trace it back to her. Every story she had ever written was written by hand, and she always took them with her, no matter where she went. This particular notebook that she was working on filling up was number ten. Two of them had been stolen in the burglary, and that was making her extremely n

All he had to do was buy them a few drinks, and they were more than willing to help him find out where she'd gone. He had scoured the wide-open space of the ranch owned by the cowboya man he was sure Lauren was sleeping with. He'd even helped some of his new friends rustle some of the man's herd, just to mess with him. The cowboy's old girlfriend, Edie, was dead set on revenge, and he was more than willing to help her get it.

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Pauline said aloud. “Maybe we should christen it like we did at your Wolf Creek back home,” Aiden said as he kissed her long and slow. “That’s our Wolf Creek,” she said when their lips parted. His lips were hot against her skin as he carefully relieved her of her riding habit. His love making was soft and slow at first, but as their need for each other grew, so did the intensity of their coupling. Soon, they were lost in the wild abandonment one might expect when coupling without restraints in the outdoors. She marveled over the way she just couldn’t seem to get enough of him. Something told her that wouldn’t change after they were married.

As the rain continued to patter against the window, he couldn't help but admire the way her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of chocolate silk. "Your hair is so beautiful," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. She blushed, tucking a strand behind her ear. "Thank you," she replied shyly. "I've always been told it's my best feature." He couldn't help but agree, but he also couldn't tear his eyes away from the book she was reading. "What's that you're reading?" he asked, leaning closer to get a better look. "It's just a romance novel," she replied, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "I like to escape into the stories sometimes."

But it wasn’t the horse that caused her pulse to race into overdrive. It was the sight of the cowboy beside the steed. In this neck of the woods, if his Stetson wasn’t enough to give him away as one of the Grey Wolf cowboys, the earthy scent that drifted on the winter breeze was. She recognized him instantly as one of her kind. He smelled of pine, dark spices, and clove, a warm and welcome scent that was far too pleasant for her liking. But if he was a guard, he hadn’t served on her cellblock. She would have remembered, because whoever he was, he smelled divine.

“So, did you get him out of trouble for turning Cindy?” “It wasn’t easy.” He chuckled. “I didn’t need my one true love being naughty and burning up six werewolf boys so soon after having to go to bat for my cousin.” “What happened with that? Do I have to do jail time, like Kenton did?” I asked with trepidation. “Not unless you consider being married to me a prison sentence,” he said, hesitantly. “What?” I gasped.