Fantasy Cowboy Novels & Stories

And certainly it was no place for him to pursue his dream. But then he'd walked into Heart Starter, and his brain took a vacation. Lexie Choate slammed into him with the force of a tornado. He felt like Dorothy must have in the classic movie, The Wizard of Oz. Unfortunately, he didn't have red boots, and when he clicked his heels, all that happened was the sound of the heels hitting each other. He'd done his best to keep in mind the object of this charade-getting the money to start his ranch to raise Appaloosas. Red Creek wasn't even on his personal map.

The rodeo grounds smelled of dust, leather, and adrenaline. Floodlights cut through the warm Texas night as the final event of the evening wrapped up. Felix Anderson, 24, stood near the chutes, heart still racing from the spectacle he’d just witnessed. He was a city boy through and through , slim, clean-cut, with neatly styled light brown hair and a button-down shirt that looked wildly out of place among the cowboy hats and Wranglers. He had come to the small-town rodeo on a whim during a weekend road trip, expecting cheap entertainment and cold beer.

He’s lucky Xachariah was out of the country when all that crap went down with Charity yesterday. Cassius looks hot as hell in his laid back cowboy attire, and I’m taken by surprise when I arrive at the stables. He’s wearing tight, faded cowboy pants, paired with boots and a fitted blue t-shirt. His hair, once styled with gel, is now disheveled after taking a shower. I have to admit; I prefer him this way.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

“Do you know if Devon is still in his office?” “Yeah. He’s always the last to leave. Do you want to see him?” Erin didn’t know what Farida would think if she were to reveal that she had an interest in the mysterious dream stone and that Devon was even going to give her a rundown of the terms and conditions of using the stone. How laughable! “Uh, yeah. I wanted to ask him some questions about that outstanding painting of his,” Erin lied. “The Werewolf Fantasy?” “Yes, that one.”

The stranger gathered some kind of leaves and pounded it with a stone before putting it on her wound. "Ouch! It hurts!" "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it..." the teenager apologized then blew her wound softly. Maybe it was because she was still young or driven by her imagination due to her admiration for the stranger at a young age that she thought his breath had a magic spell which made the pain disappear. "What's your name?" he asked after treating her. "C—corazon…Corazon Villaluna," she shyly introduced herself. "Really? So that big sugarcane field belongs to you," the teenager pointed to their wide land.

"Which is yet another reason this film has tae work. I have tae ensure that they get paid." Thinking of the actors who had agreed to work for free until the movie began to sell tickets, Anna frowned out across the valley. There was a lot of pressure on Angus to make sure everything went as it was supposed to. And he was going to great lengths to ensure the project's success, even to the extent of purchasing what had to be incredibly expensive property in Colorado. She looked back at him and nodded with determination. "We're going to make you the best damn cowboy anybody ever saw."

“That's a nice name.” “Thanks. What's your name?” “Cassidy. But everyone calls me Cassie.” She shrugged. “I actually like being Cassie better than Cassidy. Cassidy sounds like I'm a cowboy. Like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.” She looked up at him with big eyes. “You probably get that a lot too. Not the butch part. Just the cowboy part.” “If I had a dollar for every time someone said, 'like the cowboy,' I'd be a millionaire.”

I opened the door thinking it was Alex and to my surprise, it was a blonde-haired lady with two hefty men. "Hello, is Alex in?" she asked. "And who are you? " I asked, and she smiled, looking offended. "The cabin belongs to the Yellow moon pack, right?" She asked. "Who are you?" I repeated. I wasn't about to give information to a total stranger. "If you insist. My name is Hilda Carter, daughter of Beta Dillard Carter and chosen mate of future Alpha Alex Wildbreed."