Novel & Cerita Fantasy Cowboy

Zephyra was glad for once, someone else was taking all the lusty looks from the men in the room. Though when she looked at the men, Zephyra was the one now giving the lusty looks. All three of them looked like they stepped right out of a Harlequin Romance. There was the Texan cowboy, complete with western-style boots and a Stetson hat. Next to him the badass military or cop persona. His light hair was cut short, and as he scanned the room, he silently threatened pain to anyone who dared to mess with him or his people.

He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body. While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me. I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.

"Just imagine the scene. Me, walking down the steps of a saloon. A fantastic specimen of an Alpha male leaning against a fence as the setting sun illuminates his golden, sweaty skin..." "Oh yeah, sweaty," I reply, wrinkling my nose. "Shh! Don't spoil my fantasy! I'm into it right now," she immediately cuts me off, raising a hand in the air. "So, I was saying, a cowboy, preferably shirtless." "Obviously shirtless," I repeat. "Obviously," she repeats, shaking her head. "Thick black hair, green eyes... jeans hanging dangerously low on his hips." "Aaaaah," I say, opening my mouth wide. "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!"

"Yeah. Let's move on from that subject. What's your wildest dreams?" I thought for a moment, "Like actual dreams when I'm sleeping, or like what I want for my future type things?" He shrugged, "Both." "Let's see, when I was younger, I had this dream that cows were coming out of the lake and would raid my family's cottage and eat all the people. So now I'm afraid of cows, and I'm totally not a vegetarian." Connor laughed a bit loudly, earning a glare from the librarian. "And I really want to go skydiving and take some of those really cool pictures people have."

Emma asked. "Yes. America. This place is called Little Texas because the owner of this place is from Texas. He had migrated over here years ago and with his experience at working as a cowboy in some ranch in Texas, he started one here." Zian said and Emma grinned. "Cowboy?? Like they show in movies and all. Wearing tattered jeans, long thick boots and hats??" Emma asked excitedly. "The very same." Zian said, smiling at her open excitement. "Oh my!! Do you have a cowboy dress Zi Zi? You will look totally hot as a cowboy." Emma said dreamily.

Saffy glanced at the white cravat studded with a sapphire pin. "Hi, are you two going to cosplay? You look... fabulous," she murmured. Saffy couldn't take her eyes off them, and the cowboy was glaring at her, his eyes red, and his fangs were showing under his top lip.

he yelled at the horse as he smoothly took the reins and whirled the steed around. Gasping and blinking her eyes, Victoria was floored by the way he rode the hell outta there like a man hell bent on a mission. Who is he? A modern day John Wayne? They galloped away as Jude yelled, “She’s a lying hussy, baby bro!” Tears ran from her eyes. It all went to hell in a Valeen Hand Basket. AGAIN! She lost one cowboy she’d dreamt of for a year. To land with another who coulda’ been something to her, but he probably thinks the hussy thing is true.

Arson 'Who is the cowboy? Why is he calling our girl's name?' He shouldn't be. Everyone here knows exactly who we are without knowing exactly what we are capable of. Regardless we are respected and we are feared. So who would dare be so friendly with the one girl who belongs to us? 'Or should I say we belong to her? ' I never would have expected the meek little girl would become this fiery goddess of a woman that would grab my dick with livid steel-blue eyes full of determination.

After tying the calf paws the cowboy has to mount the animal and raise his hands to stop the time. Kayden is the next one in the dispute, representing Walker ranch. The announcer says Kayden’s name and he’s largely applauded by a wide number of girls that screams his name as if he was a rock star. “Ridding the pure blood Sky and representing Walker ranch, from Portland, the cowboy that makes the girls sigh, Kayden Vaugh.” Kayden entered galloping Sky steady and reaching the heavy calf from around 320 yards apart, like an arrow he jumped out of the mare and tied the calf, quickly raising his hands, doing spectacular time of 9.48 seconds.

“I’ve had enough army without having to watch them.” “Ooh, we can watch a cowboy romance,” she said, and Asher laughed. “Is that a thing?” Emerson grinned. “It’s a big thing. Romantic cowboys are every woman’s fantasy.” “Why?” Asher asked, with a frown. “It’s the whole thing of men wearing cowboy hats, working with horses, muscles forged from work and not a gym, good manners, and probably, or hopefully, a bit of a wild side. Women like to be dominated without feeling like she has no say. Cowboy books and movies give that to them,” she said.