Hot Cowboy Novels & Stories

Desperation had its advantages. By evening, Valentina had bought some essentials from the dollar store and settled into her room. She sat by the window, watching motorcycles pull up to Mack's below. The Riot Kings. Duke's motorcycle club. Her stomach knotted. Would she see him tonight? Was he even still in Riverdale? Maybe he'd left like she had. A familiar rumble made her heart stop. She'd know that engine anywhere. The custom Harley with the modified pipes that growled rather than roared.

Friday night meant the usual crowd: locals blowing off steam, truckers passing through, and the occasional drifter looking for trouble or a cold one. She owned the place with her uncle, but he mostly played cards in the back these days. Tess ran it. Short denim cutoffs, black tank top, scuffed boots, and a no-bullshit attitude that kept hands from wandering too far. Until tonight. He walked in around ten, ducking under the low doorframe. Tall, broad, dusty black cowboy hat pulled low. Dark stubble, sharp green eyes, a faded denim shirt stretched across shoulders that looked like they hauled fence posts and men twice his size. Colt Rivers. She’d heard the name from regulars—drifter rancher, s

“I love you, Tyler...” “How about a group hug!!“ Hugo yelled. Everyone hugged each other. Hugo is the one who kidnaps Kyra, which she discovers. Everyone burst out laughing. Even though the world is not yet at peace because of demons, people may be certain that someone will fight them. And that group is the Teen Hunters. THE END.....

Alex exhaled heavily, he missed his mother so much, he wished he had persuaded her not to go on that journey. Ten years ago Annie Salazar was excited to attend her sisters wedding, it was all over the news, lots of preparations were taking place one month before the D-Day, just like everyone else, Annie had left with Salazar's private pilot and his jet, heading towards Paris for her sisters wedding, as the pilot flew her, suddenly the weather changed, there was a raging storm that the pilot could not control the plane.

He disappeared from sight in the tall, golden prairie grass when he sat. Curious, she made her way over, finding him prone on the blanket, one arm bent behind his head, and his Stetson tipped over his eyes. A gray tee stretched over the ridges of his pecs, his abs, and his legs were crossed at the ankles, encased in a worn pair of denim. Lazy, sexy cowboy. "I really wish I had my camera right now." He grinned and crooked a finger, summoning her. Waiting a beat, she chewed her lip. She had an undeniable urge to straddle him, ride him in a more satisfying way than the gelding. Save a horse, right?

The girls sang this song every chance they had. “I’m a COWGIRL... on a steel horse I ride...” they sang out, pulling onto the next turn, a long dirt road marked only with a wooden welcome sign Red River Cattle Company. The girls continued to sing their hearts out, windows down, not caring who heard, or who looked their way. Dani giggled as a few small groups of cowboys on horseback glanced towards the truck, talking aongst themslelves as Black Betty crawled past. Sam smied at them, pulling up to a long line of vehicles awaiting entrance to the rodeo grounds. They slowly pulled up to a line of trucks and trailers, waiting for entrance to what they could only assume was the camp grounds.

The teacher gave an eye roll. Sam faked a horrified look. I faced Tess, who was smiling at me. "Where are you from? You look Mexican." she grinned, show casing pristine, white teeth. "You guessed right! I'm a Mexican Italian." "Mexican Italian? And your surname is snow?" came Sam's mortified question. "it's actually 'Tessa Marietta Arellano Rossi. Most people don't like the name so it was changed to 'snow'." she shrugged.

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

Nate clears his throat and then sings: “I’m all out of steak. But I’m not gonna cry. Countryside’ll give me what I want. ’Cause I feel way too hungry tonight.” The three girls all clap and cheer while the people around them, including Mr. and Mrs. Maliksi, turn their heads because Nate’s voice is that good. People are also able to confirm their earlier suspicions of Nate’s identity and are starting to take pictures and videos. Soon, they’ll be summoning enough courage to ask for autographs. “Old Town Road might be better though,” Lor says, “because Countryside’s motif is cowboy and western.” “Oh, OK…” Nate pauses a bit and then starts belting: “I’m gonna take my horse to that restaurant. I’m

she quavered. "Hmmmm... hmmmmm..." jack boomed as he gave Amy a scrutinizing look which ended with a few nods. "So according to you right now I... I am hard of hearing. Right?" "Not at all I don't mean it like that..." "Shut up who asked you to talk! You don't talk while I talk!" He raved. "marrying you does not exempt you from being a Peasant! you a peasant! and a peasant would you be forever!" He stressed. "Peasants don't talk when people like myself talk so Amy, don't talk when I talk!"