Single Cowboy Novels & Stories

Bonds of Destiny: A Contract with the Cowboy Synopsis: Jack Colt, one of the most respected ranchers in Texas, lives an apparently perfect life on his vast property. However, a growing dissatisfaction and the desire to have a family begin to haunt him. When Clayton, an old friend deep in debt, proposes that Jack marry his daughter Charlotte in exchange for clearing his debts, Jack finds himself facing a difficult decision. Charlotte, a young woman who has endured abuse and deprivation at the hands of her father, begins to find hope and security on Jack’s ranch.

And it wasn’t her sons’ side. Meanwhile, in the city, Sofia slept a restless sleep, dreaming of fields on fire and the voice of a cowboy asking for help — a voice that, in the waking world, had told her to leave. The web spun by Dawson and Marlene was tightening, and neither the determined nurse, nor the wounded cowboy, nor the lost brother had any idea how deeply they were already entangled in it. Ruin was not coming. It was already there.

But him talking about it as if it were some big joke made her feel used and cheap. “S’matter? Truth sting a bit, love?” She stared at him. Who was this cruel man? Something had set him off tonight. Before she could formulate a snappy response, Cash Big Crow sauntered up and tapped Jared on the shoulder. Cash was another heart-stoppingly handsome cowboy on the rodeo circuit. Native American, short and stocky, with long dark hair he wore in a braid, he had a grin as wide as the brim of his black Stetson. Cash was a little older than the youngsters on the circuit, and bit bowlegged from years spent riding bulls, broncs and “anything that bucked”.

So did the other girl. “Max release,” Kent commanded, I slightly turned my head to see the dog, whose back I was riding a few moments ago, reassembled as a man. He was skinny, short, and looked tired. His eyes were dull, but kind. His hair was dirty red and shaggy but not in a purposeful way like Kent's. He looked quite messy. The rags Kent had ordered—loose brown pants and an even looser white blouse—didn’t help Max any. “Take her to her room. Lock her in there till we can figure something out.”

Dekk turned to his formless guard and commanded they take me outside the castle gates and leave me there to die. Shaking my head I return to the present situation I am in. Saved by Roghd and his son Jace. Jace grabbed my arm just moments after the castle’s gates were shut on me. The father and son had been living in the oak savannah that surrounded the castle all their lives. As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take.

He picked up the faint sound of an older man's voice and used his hyper vision to try and observe where it came from. He saw someone. Someone in a cowboy hat with a black mask and a black suit, carrying a red sniper while making his way back to a speedboat at the coast. "Boss is gonna sh*t himself when he hears this..." was the last thing Carlos had heard as the engines started and the boat headed out into the angry ocean. (He left?!) Carlos was still hyperly confused and yet, relieved. "I...have...to get...away from...here!" he strained using his remaining strength but something was off.

Don't forget his trusted knife. He bent down and checked my pulse to see if I was alive. He said in a very calm tone, "I told you we would play a game, princess. Now, I don't get to have any fun here, you do. You run and I count to hundred." He slung the quiver over his shoulder. He strapped the gun to his waist, hauled the other stuff into a bag and held the bow. "Then, I'll seek you. Ready, princess?" There was no use begging him for mercy and I knew(firsthand) that he was dead inside.

“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.

the cowboy jokes. A joke Adira didn't understand nor did she find it funny.” Excuse me!” She narrows her eyes at the tall man before her. “What is going on here?” A familiar voice speaks behind the cowboy, and Adira goes still. Her heart begins to pound loudly in her ears. Every words she had practiced over the night took flight, leaving her brain empty. “Boss,” the ranch hand turns to greet the tall brunette behind him, but her attention was no longer on him, but arrested on the blonde behind him.

"The queer cowboy's convention?" Jason scoffed and hopped on the countertop across from her, digging a finger into the guacamole she'd made earlier, "One, I'm heading out to a horse ranch downtown with some of my friends and two, there's nothing like queer cowboys convention, how did you even come up with that?" His voice rose incredulously at the end of the statement.