Cowboy Western Books Novels & Stories

Mom had to work two different jobs as I took over running the shop, but I knew things weren’t going well. That’s when I met Prez and the Wolf Riders MC! They were on the run from their own Enforcers and the president at the time, having failed a coup. The president was forcing their patched members and prospects to do the drugs they were supposed to deal, only allowing them their fix once the drop was done. Even going as far as overdosing on a couple of them, and the women inside the club. Men who didn’t get their fix got aggressive, and on more than one occasion, the fight ended with someone dead on the floor.

We were close to losing it all to Andreas McKinnon. Not only had I lied to my brother, my father and my best friend Lacey about where I was going in the middle of the night but I had to climb the hill, in total darkness to get there. The path to Kingdom ranch was watched by several of his men. He guarded his cattle and crops with nails and teeth and angry men that probably had guns, which was why he was one of the most respected and feared and desired ranch owners of the county.

“I’ve had enough army without having to watch them.” “Ooh, we can watch a cowboy romance,” she said, and Asher laughed. “Is that a thing?” Emerson grinned. “It’s a big thing. Romantic cowboys are every woman’s fantasy.” “Why?” Asher asked, with a frown. “It’s the whole thing of men wearing cowboy hats, working with horses, muscles forged from work and not a gym, good manners, and probably, or hopefully, a bit of a wild side. Women like to be dominated without feeling like she has no say. Cowboy books and movies give that to them,” she said.

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

Just a boy from California who became a bit of a rancher, lived with his wife, horses, dog, blah blah blah. Huh. My dad wrote western mystery novels under a pseudonym. That explained why he didn't seem to have a job. He probably didn't need to work beyond this. He had at least two different series of books, one historical and one modern. I'd seen them probably a million times in bookstores and had dismissed them as work for middle-aged women with cowboy fantasies. I smiled. There was definitely money here.

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.

What chance of resistance could I possibly have against Jaxon West, the hottest, most masculine cowboy I had ever set my eyes upon? T. B. C!

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.

Wondrous eyes drifted past the three outcasts, the streets beginning to become busier and busier as time started to tick on and on, and the church bell rang out loudly signaling that it was nine am. “Oh,” Cassidy’s tight face, all traces of her angelic delicate self from this morning gone and replaced with a devilish smirk, pushing a finger into Dodge’s shoulder; the Reaper hardly flinching as his eyes soaked in the Viper. “I’m not bringin’ hell, I’m fuckin’ raisin’ it,” Both men watched with tight pants as Cassidy turned back around, hips swaying as she continued walking. * Ruby, the saloon girl who informed Dodge and Cassidy about Weston’s living arrangements outside of Dodge City, kissed

Someone very curious was watching me right now! Hello you, hello! I hope you can see well? I turned away from the camera and took a few steps to the side. - Open the safe! I ordered. The fat wolf narrowed his small eyes, filled with fierce hatred, and twisted his plump lips. Chechik poked him hard in the back of the head with a machine gun and the wolf did as I ordered with a groan. There were two pistols in the safe, some more money and a very important thing for any business - an account book, which included not only numbers, but also a bunch of necessary information.