Hot Cowboy Novels & Stories

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?”

Then he sighed, ran a hand through his dark hair, and muttered something that sounded like “I’m going to regret this.” “Come on,” he said. “I’ve got a place you can crash for the night. Somewhere safe.” “I don’t even know your name.” He looked at me then, really looked at me, and I saw something in his dark eyes that made my breath catch. Not pity. Something harder. Something protective. “Enzo,” he said. “Enzo Romano. President of the Giants MC.” My eyes dropped to his leather jacket. I’d been too panicked to notice before, but now I saw them: patches. Insignia. The club’s symbol — a roaring giant.

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.

Pissed mainly at that flutter in his stomach when she said she'd come back later—a feeling that wasn't fear, but rather, anticipation? "Shit," he grumbled into the pillow, burying his face in it. Serenity Creek had turned into a minefield, and he, Ethan Callahan, the toughest cowboy in the county, was stepping on all the bombs. And the nurse with the brown eyes was the biggest one.

KEEP YOUR STETSON ON MAGGIE Maggie woke up butt naked, hugging her pillow like it was—well, like what? A Jet carnival ride? Like the electric Jet bull ride at a country and western bar? No, she wasn’t going on any Jet ride at all. Last night, she’d come to the end of her rope and then stepped out on a cliff till that ran out while she hung out on the edge by her fingernails till her sanity was stretched beyond its limits. The Chicken Hawk, Cowboy Sundae wouldn’t melt. Though, he sure melted her to a pile of Maggie-Goo. She almost laughed—almost. It wasn’t funny though. This god like cowboy was fast becoming a burr in her butt. No…that wasn’t right. Burr in your saddle! She was always trying

We don't have much of anything except a few broken up misspelled redneck words. The car Huxley rented in Vegas and which he definitely didn't tell the office we'd be taking across state lines bobs across the pothole-filled dirt road another twenty miles or so. His voice grows in excitement the closer we get. Finally, an old metal sign now black in color points to the right. Over the arrow a cow with big horns and the words "Eat Beef" welcome us to the estate. Very Texas.

Chapter 4: The Glorious Lifestyle Of Steel Cowboys Room 42, Kings Canyon Motel, Roadside Motel, Unknown City, South Dakota.... Revving engines filled the surrounding air as "Brick" and his gang lined the parking lot and prepared to take off down the long and winding road in continuation of their journey and the party that seemed to never end whenever they were together. There were about nine of them hitting the road all together and each and everyone of them carried the blood of a beast inside their veins as they fuled up on cocain and alcohol while tearing through town after town reveling in the new found freedom their lifestyle had afforded them. Each member of The Howlers M.C wore a patch

They ordered beer, wings, and potato wedges. Hawk’s brother, Colt, had picked Ava up at the ranch. He had driven their brand new black Wagoneer 4x4. Hawk had said they had bought it for the ranch but had found it practical for long trips. Colt had driven it tonight to fetch Ava because it was the one SUV the brothers knew that the Steeles weren’t familiar with - yet. Colt had driven Ava to The Cowboy Saloon parking lot where Hawk was waiting for her in his white Chevrolet Silverado. From there they rode to Three Forks. Colt had said he would meet them in an hour or so to play pool. “There’s something I’ve been dying to ask you since I meet you in the parking lot to come here,” Ava said. They