Lane Frost Cowboy Bible Novels & Stories

Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana. Meanwhile, Alpha Briar West, a composed and confident leader, faces a new challenge when an unforeseen issue arises from the recent cattle thefts at Wolfe Ranch. He becomes the target of the enraged Alpha from the Winnipeg Pack, who seeks retribution for a debt. As if this predicament wasn't enough, Briar also finds his mate in an entirely unexpected manner. Now, this cowboy must navigate the complexities of his relationship with his free-spirited mate, Sloan Taylor.

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. As they navigate the complications of their arrangement, true feelings begin to blossom, and both must face internal and external challenges to build a life together. *** Prologue Amarillo, Texas, 1996. Jack Colt is one of the richest ranchers in Texas. His lands stretch as far as the eye can see. Even with so much power and money, he feels that something is missing in his life.

Her bones cracked as she transformed. The pain was different this time not the searing agony of her first transformation, but a reminder that her body remembered being something other than human. Her muscles reshaped themselves. Her skin rippled. Her consciousness split between human rationality and wolf instinct, and for the first time in seven years, the wolf was winning. She was small in her true form—silver-furred, delicate-looking, utterly deceptive. Her eyes glowed faintly in the darkness. Her claws extended against the apartment's hardwood floor.

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.

She wanted to have the dream again. That night, when a skinny cowboy named Jasper Fant came in from the river and approached her, Lorie just stared at him silently until he got embarrassed and backed off, never having actually said a word. Staring was all she had to do. Jasper consulted with Lippy and Xavier, and by the end of the week, all the cowboys along the river knew that the only sporting woman in Lonesome Dove had abruptly given up the sport.

Inside, on a layer of white tissue paper, were two tiny boots. Cowboy boots. Brown leather, soft as butter. Rubber soles still shiny with newness. Little straps with miniature buckles. And on the side of each one, burned into the leather, a tiny snowflake—the ranch's symbol. I forgot how to breathe for a moment. "Marco…" my voice came out a thread.

Chapter 49: Wolf Boom! The fireball shot wide, hitting a tree instead, igniting it instantly. The adrenaline was still pumping through me, my knees pressed into the cold, damp earth. I’d just frozen a lava demon with powers I barely understood—and still, it wasn’t over. I felt it in the air, like the tension before a lightning strike. Something worse was coming. The half-wolf demon, though wounded, snarled and lunged at me again, faster this time. There was no time to react.

I say. “Excuse me,” Austin turns to me and questions. “Lane Anderson used to work with your grandfather on the farm, but he left a year ago when your grandfather fell ill. After selling all the horses, Lane refused job offers to train horses elsewhere and decided to stay in Wyoming. He's currently doing odd jobs to make ends meet. I'll have Cadee give him your number so he can contact you, as I'm sure he'd be interested in returning to his old job. However, in the meantime, I'm more than willing to offer my assistance, Austin. It's the least I can do.” Even though I know she'll likely refuse, I won't take no for an answer. And as strange as it may sound, there's something compelling about he

What amazed Reagan the most was that they were completely ignoring the marked paths. For the past three weeks, Xander, Zyan, Maddox, Reagan herself, and a handful of the most experienced Frost warriors had meticulously laid out the climbing graphs, mapping out every viable route and handhold on the eastern ridge to test the competitors. They thought they knew this rock face inside and out. But Cobb’s boys were finding paths that weren't even on the charts, trusting the stone and their own phenomenal balance to scale the cliff in a way the Frost wolves hadn't even anticipated.