Double-h Phantom Rider Boots Novels & Stories

He unzipped it and pulled out what looked like racing gear…a jacket, gloves, boots. Then he pulled out a second set. “Put these on,” he said, handing them to me. I stared at the bundle in my hands. The jacket was leather, supple and expensive-looking, in deep burgundy with black accents. The boots were sleek, designed for function rather than fashion. “Jason, I can’t…” “Yes, you can.” He was already shrugging into his own jacket. “Trust me. You’ll want to be dressed properly for this.” I hesitated, then pulled on the jacket. It fit perfectly, hugging my curves, the leather was cool and smooth against my skin. The boots came next…they laced up to mid-calf and had reinforced toes.

“Thanks. I took up equine therapy after my last tour and the stallion won me over. He’s fierce but loyal. You can take Goldy on for size while we hit the trail. “ I gleam up at the thought and try jumping to my heels to set off until Reed pins me back down. “Easy soldier. We gotta get these boots on you.” He tries on another pair that’s blue, too big. The next, a dark brown leather with suttle stitching and for almost perfect. They’re a little beat up in aesthetic appeal but look perfect. “These are perfect Reed. I’m ready!” “Hold on babe, one more thing.”. He throws a dark black leather cowboy hat on me. “Now your perfect”

(you girls will know what I mean) I sat down on the chair and pulled on a pair of socks that Sarah selected for me. When I slipped my feet into the boots, they seemed to add twenty pounds to my weight. Sarah had called them safety boots and said the toe was re-enforced but not the old-fashioned steel toed boots of old. She told me they would protect my feet in case a horse stepped on me.

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"Definitely." I slipped into the dress. The skirt flowed, stopping just above mid-thigh. Bending in this dress would be near impossible. I grabbed another set of fishnet tights, this time for me, and then shoved my feet into my set of steel toed biker boots. "Punk rock princess," Heather voiced in approval, "suits you."

Rowan plopped onto his butt and stared at the penguin wrapping paper like it might bite him. Rhett handed it over. “Rip it, buddy.” Paper flew. Inside the box: tiny, perfect cowboy boots (real leather, hand-tooled) and a little black Stetson with a silver band. Rowan looked at the boots. Looked at Rhett. Looked at me. Then he let out the loudest, happiest screech known to mankind and tried to shove both feet into the left boot at the same time. The room exploded. Rhett scooped him up (one boot on, one boot dangling, hat already crooked) and spun him around while Rowan laughed so hard he got hiccups.

I bite down hard on my lower lip so the water does not slip down my fat cheeks. On the very day I went to that big double pack party at Theo's country lodge, my wolf was wearing those bright blue silk boots with the shiny moonstone buckles. I had saved up every single silver coin for a whole winter just to buy them. Back in those good days, I did not owe a single piece of gold to anyone, and my wolf was determined to keep it that way. But when my old life broke, those beloved boots were the very first valuable thing I had to sell to a secondhand pack stall just to keep my head above water. I felt like my inner wolf died right inside my chest when the stall clerk told me how little silver I w

cotton had been good. But the boots were Shamira's idea. If she was going to be forced to endure this weirdness, why not get one good pair of footwear out of it? She was a western girl at (her non-beating) heart, so she'd always wanted a nice pair of cowboy boots. She had ordered a pair of hand-made, hand-tooled Leggenda Collection Lucchese black-leather boots for the low, low price of $1500. Shane's pockets ran deep, and the boots would be shipped directly to his address.

Robin asks Cammie as he tugs her arm gently and pulls her toward the woman’s wear section. Cammie gives Mindy an awkward hand wave and follows Robin to the woman’s wear, she checks over the items he has in the basket already and she’s pretty impressed with the items he’s chosen, considering what he had to choose from in this store, which is pretty dull and dismal. She goes about choosing some hiking gear which include some khaki coloured thermal trousers and a red fleece. Robin directs her to the hiking boots. She picks some boots that look pretty, but Robin disapproves and picks a different more robust looking pair. “These are better, they have high tops which will protect your ankles on th

The content of our bottle was quickly disappearing. “Your boots are beautiful,” Emily complimented. I was unconsciously rubbing my fingers above them again. They just felt so good to touch. “Thank you, it's a gift from Brian.” She reached over, grabbing my booted foot and stretching it out. I almost fell backward at the movement, but the human woman did not notice. She mulled over it. “Male elk, premium leather but so hard to hunt. Your mate likes to do the above and extreme doesn't he?”