Hot Cowboy Novels & Stories

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

“Looks like I’m no longer a mate, Director Wyatt. I’m just the poor bastard with the hard-on.” With that, he moved from the table, stalking past the table Anya sat at, his imposing features savage, tight with anger, as he stalked to the wide double doors, lifted his hands and slammed through them. The crash of metal against metal as the doors bounced into the walls had her flinching violently as she stared at his back. “He’s crazy,” she whispered. Cassandra snorted. “Yeah. That’s a Coyote for you. We’ve never accused them of being sane.”

Does he think I’m crazy for asking him to be my fake husband? “Wait,” I say abruptly. “What’s your name? I don’t even know your name.” He chuckles, leaning back. “I don’t know yours either. Fair’s fair.” I cross my arms, narrowing my eyes. “I asked first.” “Elijah,” he says, his name rolling off his tongue like a secret. “Elijah,” I repeat, tasting the name on my lips. It feels… right, somehow. A low rumble makes me jump. “What was that?” I glance around nervously. “I heard there are wild beasts around here. You don’t think they could get into the hotel, do you?”

Octavious gave a light chuckle at my excitement, “that was some modern day Bonnie and Cl-!” The shots were sudden and surprising. I had completely forgotten about the helicopter that we had left behind. The passenger in the helicopter who was now just inches away and I could look into his eyes, shot Octavious in the chest and stomach. I acted quicky because I still had my gun in my hand and shot the man and the pilot before they went crashing behind us.

I guy said, approaching her. He stared at me and I immediately recognized him. "You" we chorused, pointing at each other. To be continued Where did Xander go? Will Eva manage to escape on the way to Texas? What will happen to her and Xander's relationship?

The man she assumed was the leader stepped forward. "Buenos noches, senorita. It is our pleasure to play for you a song we have been told is your favorite." He struck a chord on his guitar, nodded to the others and they launched into a full mariachi rendition of Siboney. The mariachis had played it for a couple the night she and Matt had eaten here and she'd fallen in love with both the music and the lyrics. It told the story of a man madly in love with a woman, a man who says without her his life is nothing.

There was tumbleweed drifting along dirt roads and ill-lit ale houses with posters of wanted criminals stuck to the walls and animal-driven carts. Her Prius looked wildly out of place, drawing a lot of unwanted attention from grim-faced cowboys. Ignoring the stares, Keyah got out of the car. After retrieving her tote bag from the backseat, Keyah made her way up the couple of steps leading up to the store. A wizened old man wearing a cowboy hat was sitting behind the counter. Keyah couldn’t tell what kind of shifter he was. But his eyes were distinctly feline, as was his scent. Probably a mountain lion or a cougar. Keyah’s wolf recognize the larger and perhaps the more dangerous predator. Aar

He threw everything in the corner of the room and hurried out of the house, hopping on the last SUV that came out, along with the rest of his teammates. “What are you going to do with all the money you made, Justin? Asked one of his companions. “I don't know yet,” he said, feigning indecision. “I'll see what I do, for now all I want is to have a cold beer.” “Good idea!” The friend celebrated. “I invite the first round!” Chihuahuan Desert, Texas, USA.

"And how did you repay me? I haven't even touched a single finger of Jennifer yet! Just wait! I'm gonna kill every last one of you!" Because Karen never got the chance to warn him beforehand, the man ended up blurting out their entire scheme himself. The truth came crashing into the open. Despair filled Karen's eyes as she collapsed to the floor with a thud. "It's over... it's over..." she kept muttering endlessly. Seeing this scene, how could anyone still not understand the truth? The coworkers all looked toward the crazed older man. Sloppy appearance. Filthy mouth. Violent tendencies. Then they looked at Ronny.

the bartender said happily. “Unavailable?!!” The wolves in the bar chorused unhappily. “Look…ya gentlemen must be mistaken or ya must’ve misunderstood something,” the cowboy said as he got up on his feet. “When I drink at this bar, I only drink whisky. Do yourselves a favor and return the bottle before leaving.” The cowboy returned to his seat like nothing had happened. “I don’t have time for this. The rain isn’t as heavy as before. Let’s head out, Ghen,” I ordered.