Romance About Cowboys Novels & Stories

"An honour, Miss Elizabeth… Jack's the name… horse wrangling's the game." "This is my trusted foreman for the ranch, Jack. A real Aussie cowboy." My boss, Lord Markham, tells his daughter. He has only recently purchased the ranch, seeking new adventures away from jolly old England, and apparently, now his family has arrived. Her eyes run over me, in this kinda shy and demure way that only real ladies know how to do. Then her eyes meet mine, and a small smile breaks free from the restraints of her upbringing. "Oh, a real cowboy… how quaint."

Not a real one, but someone doing a horrible impersonation of one. Ellie thought he'd said something earlier about it being silly that wolves were riding horses, so she didn't believe a word he said. She just tried to smile while Shelby asked another question. "Was he a rodeo cowboy or a cattle moving cowboy?" "He was a real cowboy," Blade said, emphasizing the word "real" which still didn't answer the question. Then, he leaned in way too close to Ellie and asked, "Do you know what I'm good at ropin'?"

I want to yell and cuss, but that could push her further away from me. "I found the notebook," I say. I absolutely hate that movie, but I know she may like it. "We don't have to watch that, Roman," she is quick to reply. That movie will probably hurt her heart, my wolf hisses at me. All women want true love and a man who will go through hell for them. You showed her you're not the romantic type he trails off as we look at her. She is looking out the window, probably wishing she was anywhere, but here.

It was heartbreaking to let go, but I hated arguing with him so I eventually gave in. I still visited the ranch occasionally to ride her although she'd grown weaker over the years. "I own a ranch in Wyoming," Dominic informed me. "I'll take you there once we get back to the US. I bet you're a passionate rider." My smile grew wider. "It's a speciality." Dominic visibly swallowed looking away from me briefly before turning back with a sinister smirk. "Can't wait to feel you ride it." Heat wildly stung my cheeks as I processed his words. "Feel?"

If I ever wanted to date a ranch man, it would be the man standing right there. He looked like danger, like the kind of untanned, dominant cowboy who took what he wanted when the ranch slept…and made you ache for it all day. That was exactly what I wanted tonight. I didn’t know if it was the pregnancy hormones or the anger simmering in me because of Catarina. Maybe it was both. But tonight, I felt wilder than I had the day before. And I had no intention of letting the dominant cowboy take control tonight.

He flashed her a bone-melting smile, hefted the saddle over his broad shoulder and sauntered off. At the box office a ticket was held in her name. And it really brightened her day when several of the women from the Wild Bronc came over to chat, to tease her about her abrupt departure with Colby the previous night. The bolder ones even confided about the early days in their relationships with their cowboys and how they remembered—and missed—that urgency. But mostly these trash-talking women wanted to tempt her into placing small stakes bets with them. A time-honored tradition, they swore. The only rule was you couldn’t bet against your man.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

“Oh, I see. Does Lou own a ranch like Ray?” “Yes, but it’s smaller than the Steele ranch. Oh, the bull riding is starting,” Donna said. She had long, straight blonde hair. She looked a few years younger than Lou. They watched three guys ride the bull but they didn’t last long. The next two guys lasted a little longer. The next guy didn’t last no time and got trampled by the angry animal. “Oh, dear,” Ava said as she watched several men run out to the rider – who was barely moving.

"I'm clear about my expectations. No strings, no complications." I rolled my eyes. "Of course. Heaven forbid the great Alexander Carter might have to deal with a woman's feelings." "You say that like it's a bad thing." He took another sip of coffee. "We both get what we want. They get a night with me, I get..." "Their bodies," I finished for him. "An experience," he corrected. "Mutual pleasure without the messiness of emotions." I snorted. "So romantic." "Romance is overrated. Sex isn't."

I tie Calvin to the side of the trailer and go back into the trailer to get Jasmine out. My favorite mare follows me out easily. After I tie her next to Calvin I turn back toward the now quiet cowboys. Their expressions show they have something on their minds past pleasantries, and I refuse to dig for it. I came here for peace and quiet. I don't need drama from acquaintances at the biggest cattle sale in the US. I need mind-numbing cowboy work.