Romance Cowboy Novels & Stories

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

“I’ve had enough army without having to watch them.” “Ooh, we can watch a cowboy romance,” she said, and Asher laughed. “Is that a thing?” Emerson grinned. “It’s a big thing. Romantic cowboys are every woman’s fantasy.” “Why?” Asher asked, with a frown. “It’s the whole thing of men wearing cowboy hats, working with horses, muscles forged from work and not a gym, good manners, and probably, or hopefully, a bit of a wild side. Women like to be dominated without feeling like she has no say. Cowboy books and movies give that to them,” she said.

In the middle of telling Kendra the story, her eyes go wide. “Um Noel I think your cowboy’s friends just arrived, and they are not all guys.” I turn around at Kendra’s words and my heart sinks a little when I see an attractive blonde with her arms around the cowboy laying a kiss on him that would make the devil blush. I try to put on a brave face and shrug it off. Inside I am crushed, and really disappointed in myself. I thought that cowboy had been flirting with me outside. Was I really that desperate for attention that I could not tell the difference between flirting, and a normal conversation? I am almost grateful when Kendra goes back to making out with her friend. After I finish my drin

Cole said nodding slowly, he wore a very bright smile on his face. "You know you don't have to say that" she blushed and lowered her gaze. 'What?' Cole asked himself, one minute she was fetching for Compliments, she got it then said he didn't really have to give it, what a drama queen, it made him remember a conversation he had with Cyrus, his ranch manager in Texas, who has a beautiful wife and four lovely kids. His wife is always pregnant whenever Cole visits his ranch, his wife was always after his head, Cyrus had once told him never to trust ladies intention,

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.

Emma asked. "Yes. America. This place is called Little Texas because the owner of this place is from Texas. He had migrated over here years ago and with his experience at working as a cowboy in some ranch in Texas, he started one here." Zian said and Emma grinned. "Cowboy?? Like they show in movies and all. Wearing tattered jeans, long thick boots and hats??" Emma asked excitedly. "The very same." Zian said, smiling at her open excitement. "Oh my!! Do you have a cowboy dress Zi Zi? You will look totally hot as a cowboy." Emma said dreamily.

"When people ask, I'll say they're from my husband." She gave Cole a slightly apologetic look. "I didn't get you flowers." He shrugged lightly. "That's okay. Cowboys don't really need flowers anyway." Her green eyes sparkled as she quirked her brows impishly. "I know exactly what cowboys need." And just like that, Cole had an erection the size of Texas. Jenny reached behind herself to untie her purple apron, then lay it across the counter beside the cash register. "What do you say we go to dinner, then head home so I can take you to bed and show you just how much I love you?"

She raised her voice a little in annoyance. "Okay. Okay. Calm down, honey. Okay? I promise to end my relationship with him." "Be certain this time." She said. "You've told me that so many times." Gerald kissed her on the cheeks. "I promise, honey." "Okay." She kissed him on the lips. — @STEAKHOUSE "Cheers!" They all said it at the same time as they raised their own glasses and emptied their glasses of beer together, except Chase. Chase is not a fan of drinking, so he just tasted a little.

I rolled my eyes at that logic and Austin's head may have been turned away to do the same. The ladies also decided we needed to dress casually so we didn't look like a couple of thugs. I thought Austin would put a stop to that one, but he's so fucking in love with his woman that he just smiled, kissed her, and came downstairs in khaki pants and a polo looking like he just showered and changed after a day on the golf course. Now I'm wearing jeans and a black dress shirt along with fucking western boots Celina bought me last Christmas. The only description I come up with is flaming queer cowboy. If anyone actually says the word cowboy in my vicinity, I'll drive my fist into their face until on

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."