Romance Novels About Cowboys Novels & Stories

"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?"

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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

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I said. Annie waved her hand dismissively. “Honey, if you’ve got my brother talking marriage, you’re already family.” “This is the first I’ve heard of it,” I said. “Classic Booker,” Annie said with a giggle. “Romance is not his forte.” I bit my lip which made Austin chuckle. “She knows.” “He’s romantic in his own way,” I said. “Seriously,” Annie said. “Saint.” “Yeah, she is.” Austin kissed me quickly.

Nova said softly, her voice breathy, cheeks warming under his scrutiny. Adam broke the kiss, smiling wolfishly. "Nova, look at you." His tone was casual, but the way his eyes traced her legs made her nipples harden. Dinner was a tense affair at the dining table, the air thick with unspoken electricity. Asli chattered about her job at the gallery, her hand on Adam"s thigh under the table. Nova picked at her pasta, feeling Adam’s gaze like a physical touch, sliding from her flushed face to the way her dress shifted when she crossed her legs.

“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.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

“Answer him. We have to keep things normal. But tell him you’re busy.” I typed back: “Thanks, Brady. I’m okay. Maybe coffee later this week? Got a lot going on today.” Brady replied quickly: “Sounds good. Take care of yourself, Cassandra. I’m here if you need me.” Alexander read it and pulled me closer. “He’s a good guy. I hate that he’s in love with you, but I get why. You’re impossible not to love.” I smiled despite everything. “Flattery won’t get you out of the doghouse completely.”