Romance Cowboy Novels & Stories

I had planned to make a quick stop at the field and head straight to Rachel’s afterward. As I drove toward the golf field, my mind raced with possible reasons for Mark’s urgency. When I arrived, I was greeted by an unexpected sight—Carlos and Bianca were already there, dressed in their usual practice outfits. Carlos was sporting his typical look: a sleek, collared white polo shirt tucked into beige golf pants, his shoes spotless and reflecting his love for precision. Bianca, on the other hand, exuded a casual chic vibe. She wore a snug athletic top paired with black leggings that hugged her figure, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. She was casually sipping a smoothie, her eyes fixed

He moved his mouth over to pay attention to her left breast, and she began to stroke his erection through the pants of his suit. Then she grasped his chin and raised his head, looking fiercely into his eyes. She kissed him gently on the cheek and whispered, "Sit down, Cowboy." Wordlessly, Luke sank onto the couch and she leaned over him kissing his lips sensuously while she undid his belt and unzipped his pants, reaching in to stroke him. Luke closed his eyes and groaned. "Open your eyes, Cowboy," she whispered, placing her hands on his thighs and pushing them apart. Keeping her eyes on his, she dropped to her knees between his feet.

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'?"

Jeremy said, “you’re not just any Grey Wolf. You’re one of the Grey Wolves. Maverick and Layla, they’re your cousins.” Isabella stared down at the photo, her heart overflowing with joy. He’d given her everything she’d ever wanted, not just him and his love but a pack, a family to call her own. He wrapped his arms around her, but this time she initiated the kiss, and what started as slow and soothing quickly gathered fevered heat. When they both finally came up for air, Isabella’s tears had dried and she was smiling like a fool. “You know I’ve always had a thing for cowboys,” she said, gesturing to the room. “Some might even say I enjoy seeing them naked.” It was far from his level of dirty t

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.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

Except to moan and repeatedly whisper Lucas's name amidst passionate lovemaking. *

“All I know is that he’s old and dresses like a cowboy.” “Of course, he dresses like a cowboy,” Josephine snapped. “He owns one of the most prosperous ranches in Texas. As for his looks… well… be grateful he’s not handsome. A husband with looks and money is a dangerous combination. You’ll find you won’t have to worry about unscrupulous females competing for your husband’s pockets if he’s less than desirable to look at.” “Doesn’t it bother you in the least that he’s more your age than mine?” Pauline asked with teary eyes.

Alpha Jasper West, a high-strung rodeo enthusiast, is enjoying his life and winning big as a bull and bronc rider in the lower states of the US. However, he receives an urgent call to return home to Montana and the Medicine Rock Pack. Before he can leave New Mexico, he unexpectedly meets his mate, Lianna Baca, who’s a barrel racer. Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana.