Romantic Western Books Novels & Stories

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 is smiling like she found something that just made her day. “What’s with the books?” Romy bounced onto the bed, “First, the romance book section in your library is awesome. We totally need to check it out together. Second, I got these pack law books. These are the first two of four.” I smiled. Of course, she had already gone to the library. Her weapon is her mind and sharp tongue. She uses them well, too. “Did you find something interesting?”

The rabbit. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees while he tried to slow his breathing. “He came back,” Ben said. Silence followed. He could feel her attention sharpen beside him. “The man?” she asked quietly. Ben nodded. “You were on the porch again,” he continued. “Evening this time. He rode up slow like he had all the time in the world.” As he spoke, the images replayed themselves in his mind with unsettling precision. The dust rising beneath the horse’s hooves. The cold patience in the man’s voice.

--- Cassie’s Coffee & Ink was nestled between a pawn shop and a laundromat, the door jingling with a soft chime as Sarah stepped inside. She wore jeans and a loose flannel Jax had left at the cabin — the sleeves rolled up, her hair in a messy ponytail. She hadn’t worn makeup in weeks. And yet, for the first time, she didn’t feel like she was hiding. Cassie was tall, covered in tattoos, with a sharp jaw and sharper eyeliner. “You’re early,” she said, offering a crooked smile. “I’m nervous.” “You’ll do fine. People like broken girls. Makes them feel less alone.”

He’s the only voice I actually want to hear up there. I shrug, stuffing a handful of sunny yellow ones into my elbow. “I don’t know. She’s too hard to read. She’d probably tell me they’re as stupid as I am, and that they don't buy her affection. But the only way to actually find out is by giving them to her, isn’t it?” "Perhaps." Skye sounds unconvinced. "She prefers books and rage to romance though. Just saying." “Maybe. Which is why I would gladly be the romantic one in the relationship!"

****** As they approached the stable, Penelope noticed how the horses snorted and neighed as they got close to them. She remembered that wolves had a natural affinity towards horses and wondered if any rogue pack would attack them. However, they were reassured by Rusell that they had picked the best horses that could outrun any pack. Penelope chose a chestnut horse, it had a beautiful coat and was fast. Liam, on the other hand, chose a black stallion that was majestic and strong. They were given saddles and the necessary equipment. Liam checked the saddle and tightened the girth strap before mounting the horse. Penelope followed suit, and soon they were galloping out of the Packhouse.

That meant the release of the girls they held captive, no more stealing of girls for breeding in the future, and they were to leave me alone. I’d almost forgotten about the werewolves until I heard that eerie howl two days before the full moon. I was relaxing on my patio with Cindy. She’d expressed the fact that she missed riding my horse, Daisy, and we were contemplating how the mare might respond to her now that she was a vampire. We decided to try it the following morning.

Since being devirginized by Kenton, I was even more aware of men’s pheromones than before. “You’re shivering,” he said as he grabbed my wrist and inspected my arm. “Are you seriously cold?” “I get cool at night, no matter the season,” I lied. I wasn’t about to admit that the goosebumps he was observing were from being so near to him. He made a ‘hmm’ sound as he released my wrist and made himself more comfortable by stretching his arm behind me across the back of the swing. “The girl was killed by a wolf. Everyone knows that. Why is Hap saying he needs to solve the case?”

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery