Hottest Cowboy Novels & Stories

His muscles and skin was covered in tats and dark chest hair. She’d followed Babe over here from the room the MC had given to them but when Babe went to the infirmary, Rain decided to drop in on Cowboy. She couldn’t help herself. She had been interested in the man since she first laid eyes on him and she was hoping the feeling was mutual. Always having been a strong bull headed woman as some in the r tribe had described her, she decided to go after what she wanted. She’d definitely seen his interest and the way his eyes followed her. She’d known it from the moment she met him. They had no time to find out if there was anything real there as that battle and the aftermath had taken center stag

Avery notice her interest. The cowboy was young, not more than a year or two past her own age, but he had a carefree confidence about him that Emma immediately envied. His hair was dark, tied back with a rawhide thong, and dusky beard-stubble shadowed the tanned planes of his cheeks. His eyes were a faded sagebrush green, crinkled at the corners from squinting into the sunset, making him look even older.

That proposal had been an instant yes for me and I hoped it would be the same for him. “Belle Stoneworth,” he mused out loud. “Well you know me. I’ve always loved a good cowboy. Or cowgirl, as the case may be.”

Arson 'Who is the cowboy? Why is he calling our girl's name?' He shouldn't be. Everyone here knows exactly who we are without knowing exactly what we are capable of. Regardless we are respected and we are feared. So who would dare be so friendly with the one girl who belongs to us? 'Or should I say we belong to her? ' I never would have expected the meek little girl would become this fiery goddess of a woman that would grab my dick with livid steel-blue eyes full of determination.

“Wait, did he give you that heater? No, wait, that's from the outsiders. What do cowboys call their revolvers? Pops?” The security guards drew closer as Tyler stared at Daniel like he was an alien speaking another language. “Who's a cowboy?” Tyler demanded weakly. “Why do you keep asking me these questions?” "I don't know, Tee. You seem like a fascinating character. I've always been intrigued by the 1800s, and you strike me as the perfect person to shed some light on that era. Did you ever journey along the Oregon Trail? I've heard tales of the devastating dysentery that plagued travelers. And if your wagon's axle snapped, that was pretty much it, wasn't it? A broken axle meant certain doom.

“Next up in saddle bronc riding is Colby McKay, the Wyoming cowboy from Sundance. Colby is currently ranked eighth in saddle bronc riding competition in the Mountain and Plains Circuit, with 8,712 cumulative points. He’s also in the number two position this week in the All-Around standings. Ooh, and looky here, rodeo fans, Colby’s draw today is the three-year-old named Elway, a bronc from the Sutliff Rodeo Stock Company out of Livingston, Colorado.” Channing focused the binoculars on the chutes across the arena. The gatekeeper waited in front of the metal gate, rope in hand, watching for Colby’s signal. From this distance the only thing she could see was the top of Colby’s brown cowboy hat.

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.

ANN POV "Ugh, it's hot," I mumble as I turn down the heat in my car. I normally always get my car started and warming up before we leave so we never have to sit in a cold car, but today my emotions are making me feel hot enough. I don't need the car heaters to help. "Speaking of hot, those two cowboys from last night could power the sun. Did you get the single one's number," Claire asks as she buckles her seat belt.

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.

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.