Fantasy Cowboy Novels & Stories

“Where’s Dad?” “He’s not here. Dave took him to the hospital for his checkup.” “It’s a pity,” I said, lowering myself onto the couch. “I would have liked to say hello. I also wanted to invite you all to the ranch this weekend.” Gabriella’s expression shifted into something closer to distaste. “I still don’t understand why you left your billion-dollar companies in the hands of your best friend, along with your houses and hotels, just to live out there with horses. I told you before, I don’t like the countryside. We won’t be coming.”

And it wasn’t her sons’ side. Meanwhile, in the city, Sofia slept a restless sleep, dreaming of fields on fire and the voice of a cowboy asking for help — a voice that, in the waking world, had told her to leave. The web spun by Dawson and Marlene was tightening, and neither the determined nurse, nor the wounded cowboy, nor the lost brother had any idea how deeply they were already entangled in it. Ruin was not coming. It was already there.

He wasn’t jealous of me; he just wanted to keep any guy away, like he did with Bianca. “I’m waiting for Bete,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. I’d make a scene if I had to. As grateful as I was that he’d saved me from John’s awful kisses, he wasn’t going to make me look like a kid dragged out of parties by adults. Come on, I was eighteen. He couldn’t keep treating me like this. “Ugh. Carlos, can you handle getting that lunatic out of here?” he asked his friend. Best friend, actually. Carlos was the town cowboy. He lived on a nearby ranch and insisted on dressing like one, with those hats, tight jeans, and boots.

He’s very muscular and drool worthy. “Oh, my bad I'm a little buzzed here cowboy,” Kim laughed. “How do you know my name have we met before?” Cowboy asked. “Ah no I just call guys who wear cowboy hats, cowboy, when I don't know their name.” Kim replied. “Well lucky guess. My name is Cowboy, and this here is my friend Smokey,” Cowboy introduced. “Where's the bandit?” Raine asked laughing. “Ha ha good one, like I haven’t heard that before,” Smokey fake laughed.

My aunt May had a really cozy apartment in Las Vegas. Ever since she was a child, mother told me, she had always wanted to race horses. She would race around the park like a cowboy, and wield a sword like a knight. Her dream had reached it’s height when she married Grey Maddox, a poor carpenter of horse furniture and a lover of horses.

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.

“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.”

"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."