Hot Cowboy Novels & Stories

"You got yourself a real prize, bro. Congratulations. I'm glad you found someone, too." A lot of unspoken words lay between them but neither felt it necessary to say them. After Anya helped Linda clean up the kitchen, Gus took her elbow and steered her out the front door. "Where are we going?" she wanted to know. "I haven't kissed a girl under a Texas Hill Country moon in a long time," Gus joked. "Thought it was about time I did so. And I want to do it in a favorite place of mine."

With my knife tucked deep into my boot, I ran toward Dante’s Jeep and climbed inside. “You’re still in your cast?” I asked. “Yeah, bro. Have you ever broken anything? I’ll be in it for a while. But it’s just my left leg, bro. You only need your right to drive.” “You’re insane, get out and let me drive.” Dante and I swapped places. It took twice as long as usual. We were on the main highway ten minutes later. “When does the poker game start?” Dante lit a cigarette and took a drag, offering me one. I hadn’t smoked since before prison. But I took one anyway, holding it out for Dante to light before taking a long drag. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a smoke.”

I paired it with simple sneakers, because I wasn’t about to wear heels on a ranch. When I stepped outside, the morning sun was already warm. Ryder was leaning against his big and black dusty truck, the kind with oversized tires and a bench seat. He wore faded jeans, boots, and a plain gray T-shirt stretched across his chest, with a black cowboy hat pulled low over his eyes. The hat.

The sales department organized a team-building trip and turned it into a killer-instinct trail race, with a $30,000 prize for the winner. I volunteer with a search and rescue team, and I stayed up all night mapping the safest route with supply points along the way. The new VP they had parachuted in tore up my map right before we set out. "What's the fun in a paved trail? We take the undeveloped Wildman Gorge. That's how you show real killer instinct! "To keep anyone from cheating with GPS, everyone hands over their communication devices." I pointed at the thunderheads on the horizon and tried to stop him. Wildman Gorge floods easily, and going in without radios was suicide. Instead, he smash

“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.”

He closes his eyes to place his palms on the floor. Trying to feel the energy of the place. When he heard a man's voice. "Damn man. She is in her heat." Zander's eyes immediately shoot up. As he looks around the place to find nothing. His hand on the floor trembled and his stance becomes very. " Who is there?" He asks to get no response. His heart thuds rapidly in his chest. The place was dead. There was no one here. Then that voice? Staring at his trembling hand. He gulps to place it back on the floor. Closing his eyes. " That's just perfect.We have a willing toy for the night." " Indeed. She will be fuc*ing begging us for more, trust me." Zander opens his eyes to see a hazy vision. He cou

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."

Our food arrives and there is no denying that Texans know how to barbecue, even though it is prepared in a tent, the food is very good. For a while we sat in silence, enjoying the delicious meal. “Returning to the previous subject, you made those assumptions based on my defeat, so there is nothing to worry about, since I will not fall.” Allan speaks with confidence. “Just like how you didn't fall in Last Cowboy?” Rayka asks. “That was a stroke of bad luck, and after all, why are you so worried about this matter?” Allan asks her. “Because my father is one of the founders of the PBR and the creator of Iron Cowboy, as well as the biggest winner of Stock Contractor.”

He even liked it that she lived above the saloon, since it meant a game was handy if he felt like playing. Since the Hat Creek outfit had been gathering cattle and getting ready for their drive, games were handier than they had been for a while. Several cowboys drifted into Lonesome Dove, looking for work; some of them had enough snap left at night to wander in and cut the cards. A tall cowboy named Needle Nelson showed up from north of San Antonio, and a cheerful cowboy from Brownsville named Bert Borum. At first Xavier was cheered by all the new customers, until it occurred to him that they would only be there for a week or

We’re all over the drama with her, none of us care for her. I shut my laptop slowly, almost reverently, and push up from the table. I find Colton outside by the fence, tossing feed to the horses. He’s wearing one of his many flannel shirts, sleeves rolled up, the kind that smells like cedarwood and sun. I lean against the post, watching him work. “Hey, cowboy.” He turns, brushing hair from his brow. “Hey, city girl.” I grin. “Got some news.” “Better be good,” he says, walking toward me with that lazy swagger I’ve come to love. “I just spent an hour fixing the damn chicken coop.”