Hot Cowboy Novels & Stories

But desperate times…. Her complaints were short-lived when a familiar upbeat song chipped in on the overhead speakers. And just like that, Hayley Davenport busted out her chacha moves she learned from years of experience, I, on the other hand, bounced to the music, downing as much rum as I could. My eyes never left Daniel as he hacked off that poor girl's ear. He chuckled. I bet he was hearing just the right words from his flavor of the week. I'd like to snatch that smirk off his face and wipe the floor with it.

the guy chuckled. Anika stared at him, realizing that she had not dreamed anything this morning. It was the same blue-eyed guy who had been driven out of the doorway by a mop, after which he turned into a large dog, which she had just let into the house. And now he was sitting at her table and finishing the food on his plate.

He wasn’t ashamed of being a farmer because it was how they survived, and it was through farming that he fed everyone on the Escobar hacienda. He mounted his motorcycle, putting on his helmet and jacket. Soon enough, Dina arrived, bringing his gun. “That’s scary, Senyorito. What if it goes off?” Without saying a word, Aslan tucked the gun into his waistband and quickly revved the engine. “Be careful,” Mang Kiko called after him. He figured it would take only about twenty minutes to get to the neighboring town, given that he was on a motorcycle. It was faster than taking a four-wheeled car.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

"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."

Bonds of Destiny: A Contract with the Cowboy Synopsis: Jack Colt, one of the most respected ranchers in Texas, lives an apparently perfect life on his vast property. However, a growing dissatisfaction and the desire to have a family begin to haunt him. When Clayton, an old friend deep in debt, proposes that Jack marry his daughter Charlotte in exchange for clearing his debts, Jack finds himself facing a difficult decision. Charlotte, a young woman who has endured abuse and deprivation at the hands of her father, begins to find hope and security on Jack’s ranch.

"From the moment we walk out of here until we come to an agreement, I pay." She stood and picked up her beer and mine. I followed her. She set the bottles on the corner of the bar, waved to the bartender and walked out. Outside she looked at the parking lot and said, "Which horse is yours cowboy?" "The blue rental Ford." I pointed. "I didn't think they would like me parking my semi here." I opened her door and when she was in I went around and got in. "Where's a good place to eat?"

Killian released a deep breath and held onto the dog, clueless to the looks that were on him he closed his eyes to get calm. C.J., not noticing what was happening to her customer found his request humiliating. Her face burned with anger and lashed out. Not one to hold her tongue she said whatever came to mind. "I didn't ask your cowboy ass to come, sit in my chair. Who are you to act all high and mighty? Just because you're fucking some rich girl doesn't mean you're God. You should be ashamed of yourself messing with a dead man's wife when his grave ain't cold yet."

“I thought you saw me standing here.” “No.” Her heart rate was slowing a bit and she took him in fully now: yep, yet another hot one, one that she hadn’t met yet. Blond-haired and blue-eyed, square-jawed and classically-handsome, all California lifeguard-esque, he reminded her of Captain America pretty strongly. Her eyes trailed over his clothes, appreciating that the man could wear a pair of jeans like nobody’s business. She took in his jean jacket and cut and – weirdly – a black cowboy hat. The hat should have been at odds with the MC leather and bad-assedness, but somehow this guy was pulling it all off just fine. He looked like he’d been born wearing a cowboy hat, and she didn’t even kno

AP growled as he pulled me out of Ciara’s grip. “Have fun,” Ciara said, wagging her fingers at me as Holden, Blue, AP, and Torque whisked me out of the lobby. “This is going to be a night to remember,” Torque promised as we stepped out onto the strip. “First stop, Crazy Horse.” “What?” I asked as Torque whistled for the taxi. “It’s a strip club.” AP grinned as he shoved me into the back of the taxi. “Now, get in and shut it.”