Dark Western Books Novels & Stories

I wonder if who was following me scared the horse? On their way back to Jackson, Elliott broke the silence. "Besides the great outdoors in both the parks, I love the Silver Dollar Cowboy Bar. It was the first prohibition bar after the embargo and is very unique, with bar stools made from real saddles. It stays open late and has honky-tonk music and a dance floor. Lots of fuOh, wait, right up here on the right is Millionaires Row. Look at the size of some of these homes." He pointed to a couple huge properties almost obscured behind perfectly groomed, large, overwhelming pine trees.

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "

I am the last heir of the Eclipse royal line, and the only person in a hundred years who can carry Nyx, the first dark wolf. If I reached adulthood safely, I would become the Eclipse Queen, and every wolf alive would bow to me. But when I was six, rogues broke into the nursery. To save a baby lying in a pool of blood, I shifted into a black wolf in front of everyone, and showed a power that could swallow an Alpha command whole. The Elders were afraid I would lose control, and they wanted me put to death. Agatha Voss, the priestess, had no choice but to seal away my wolf and my memories. She gave me to the Ashbourne family to raise and warned them again and again, "Treat this child well, and

Connect with me online at: www.autumndawnbooks.com http://authorautumndawn.blogspot.com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo)

Call said. “Well, last time I seen Jake he had a thorn in his hand,” Augustus said. “He was wishing he’d stayed in Arkansas and taken his hanging.” They rode up on a little knobby hill and stopped for a moment to watch the cattle. The late sun shone through the dust cloud, making the white dust rosy. The riders to each side of the herd were spread wide, giving the cattle lots of room. Most of them were horned stock, thin and light, their hides a mixture of colors. The riders at the rear were all but hidden in the rosy dust. “Them boys on the drags won’t even be able to get down from their horses unless we take a spade and spade ’em off a little,” Augustus said. “It won’t hurt ’em,” Call sai

Something I can’t ignore. The wyrm is near. And no matter how far we run, no matter how hard we fight—something will always chase us. Something bigger than us. “I know,” I tell him, gripping his hand tightly, my whole body trembling with emotion. “I don’t want to lose you.” But I know this is only the beginning. The beginning of something worse. Because whatever it is that hides in the darkness of that creature—in the shadow behind its crimson eyes—it won’t let us go.

Beggers can't be choosers anyway. The library was like it always was, quiet, dark and filled with a lot of shelves. The library guy, Duke, gave me a little wave when he saw me. He finished up with arranging the books he had with him on a shelf and walked to where I was. "Hello miss," He grinned, wiping a smudge of dust that had managed to stick to the side of his shirt, "What kind of book are you looking for today?"

In the end, I had to recognize the splendor of this house and knew that I would feel good here after all. Returning to the description of the room, there was a wardrobe carved with various animals next to the window, then a large bed with a red canopy, and on it lay silk linen in a burgundy color. Opposite this bed stood a beautiful antique desk and chair in the same style, and a dressing table with a mirror, the frame of which was carved with climbing wild roses. Entering this house, and now also the room, I immediately felt like in some costume movie. The only thing missing was the long corset dress. I laughed a little at the thought, because I had a large collection of clothes in this sty

#MMWard W. Farnsworth W. Farnsworth lives and writes in Arizona. Over two hundred fifty of his short stories were published at a variety of venues from London to Hong Kong in the period 2014 through 2018.Published in 2015 were his collected Arizona westerns Desert Sun, Red Blood, his thriller about cryptocurrency crimes Bitcoin Fandango, his John Fulghum Mysteries, Volume I, and Engaging Rachel, an Anderson romance/thriller, the latter two by Zimbell House Publishing.Published by Zimbell House in 2016 and 2017 were Farnsworth’s Pirate Tales, John Fulghum Mysteries, Volumes II, III, IV and V, Baro Xaimos: A Novel of the Gypsy Holocaust, The Black Marble Griffon and Other Disturbing Tales, Amo