Cowgirl Quotes Romane & Geschichten

She pressed her lips together, feeling her heart race again. "Go ahead and laugh now, cowboy," she whispered, staring at him. "But you’ll give me back what’s mine... one way or another." "They say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, ma’am," said a handsome cowboy, with a smile almost as perfect as Carter’s. "They must do toothpaste commercials," she thought, irritated and amused at the same time. "Good afternoon to you too," she replied sharply, chin high. He laughed, lifting one hand in a friendly gesture.

He wraps his arm around my shoulder and says, "Well, well, well, if it isn't the prettiest cowgirl in the west. Think your horse has what it takes to beat that other dude's time? Let's show 'em how we do things 'round here!" As Kale Crain said in Dreamer, "My horse beat every horse that shows up!" And I flutter my lashes like a giggly girl, 'cause let's face it, who doesn't love a good underdog story? Cortland's laughter echoes like a thunderclap and shakes me to my core. It's like he's using a jackhammer to break down the walls around my heart. Damn it, why does he have to be so hilarious? My defenses are crumbling faster than a sandcastle in a tsunami. This guy is a danger to my emotional

Trina's POV Before I could finish processing what he just said, he continued, "And, today, my gorgeous wife here extended her line of prowess by proving just how amazing of a cowgirl she truly is…" The husky, low, suggestive tone in which he spoke, the way he pronounced ‘cowgirl' and the way he looked at me when he said it… oo la la! I was literally melting into a puddle on that bed!

A couple steaks, some fresh veggies, a six pack, and maybe even a DVD. I paid Dinah for my dinner and she called me by the same nickname she'd called me for the last ten years, "Cowboy." My favorite clothes were jeans, Wrangler shirt and boots. She knew my name. She knew where I lived and had spent quite a few nights there over the last ten years. The first time she called me Cowboy I thought it was a slight. Within an hour she proved to me it wasn't. It was a term of endearment.

“Well, I think that as the only two women around this joint, we need to get our asses away from these guys, have some non-testosterone-infused moments. You want to go for a drink tomorrow night? Check out Curves?” “You mean like a girl’s night out?” “That’s exactly what I mean, Jo. You and me.” “Well…” Jo stared at Zoe, noting yet again how stunning the other woman was, this time properly taking in Zoe’s gorgeous ink peeking out of the top of her shirt. “Well, yes. I’d love that.” “Already making your escape, are you?” Cowboy teased Jo. “Finding us MC boys a bit much?” “Aw, hell, Cowboy,” Zoe said grinning. “You’re all always too much. We girls need a break from being utterly surrounded by y

“Better than I expected for a first go. Most girls your age complain after ten minutes. You got fire in you.” “I want to get this right,” I replied, voice a little shaky as we stopped. “I don’t want to be the helpless city girl forever. Tell me more about when you were younger. You said you used to rodeo?” Colt helped me dismount, his strong hands spanning my waist as he lifted me down like I weighed nothing. For a second, my body slid against his front before my feet hit the ground. Solid. Warm. Overwhelming.

I joked with him, how am I supposed to tell him that Reagan has me so confused. I haven’t truly dated anyone since Jordan and even then I hadn’t been that intrigued with someone in my life. It’s not that I don’t want someone, I do it’s just I want a girl who loves me for me and isn’t looking to change me. In the beginning things seem to be going well, until they learn that I have no interest in leaving the ranch and then it’s over. Reagan’s words came back into my mind “Lets face it, it takes a certain type of girl to want to stay in the middle of nowhere completely cut off from the world just to take care of a cowboy who’s number one priority will always be the cattle and the horses and she

CADE - AGE TWENTY-TWO “DON’T BE A COWARD,” Mare spits. Her lips tremble as she tries to push against me again. “Say it to my face, Cade. Tell me right now you don’t love me, and you’ll never have to worry about me again.”

"Because of all the cowboys in the West, you're bound to run into the one who doesn't wear a shirt or a belt!" Bianca bursts out laughing as she nods her head approvingly. "And what will you say to your cowboy?" I ask before putting on my heaviest French accent to speak English: "Ello, dou you nid euh niou kaou for your heuuuurd?" (Hello, do you need a new cow for your herd?) Bianca puts a hand against her heart with a look of mock shock. "Oh la la. You could have said a mare!" "For him to ride you?" I reply sarcastically.

"Walk back to the cabin, put your boots on, and go. I don't train cowards and I don't waste my time on wolves who'd rather stay broken than do the work it takes to heal." The word coward landed harder than it should have because I'd been called a lot of things in my life but never that, and the fact that this woman who'd pulled me half-dead out of a creek was standing here calling me one made my blood hot enough to push back the cold. "I'm not a coward." "Then open your mouth and prove it. Start with the first one. The very first cruel thing someone said to you that stuck." I planted my feet on the frozen ground with my raw soles burning and my breath making clouds in the cold air and I trie