Western Cowboy Books Novels & Stories

GABE The road was quiet and long as we made our way to the River Knights pack. The slight breeze the ride on my bike created in the otherwise stagnant air was welcomed. I found myself closing my eyes at times, letting the wolf inside guide me, while I enjoyed the ride and relished the freedom it brought.

The impact of Roger’s boney whither against my tender crotch hindered my riding ability until I managed to put mind over matter and block out the discomfort. Using the light of the moon and trusting our mounts, we raced like the wind into the bowels of Wolf Mountain’s reserve. I remembered discovering a small cavern during one of my many days of exploration. It seemed like a good place to hide, so I headed us in that direction. Cindy was silent as she and Daisy kept pace with Roger and me as we rode like our lives depended on it to safety.

Cade Duras as the man who had stood at the center of all of it. I looked at my evidence columns. I wrote: I need three more sources. I need the archived truth about the eastern ridge. I need to know what Damon was actually doing. The book arrived an hour later. A pack wolf knocked, apologized for the hour, explained that a delivery had come through the library intake and staff had thought she would want it before morning. He handed it over and left before I could ask questions. It was a standard text. History of border settlements, pre-war period. The kind of book that would pass a casual inspection as the ordinary reading material of a woman working through the pack library collection.

ALEXANDRIA I watched as Wyatt began wandering around the library, returning to place books down on the table. I slightly straightened to read one of the titles. Most of the books were about werewolf history, while some focused on the topic of becoming a better leader. Wyatt finally sat back down and opened one of the books, but he paused when he felt my stare. “What?” he asked, looking up. “You actually read?” I muttered, a hint of disbelief in my voice.

Consisting of a quick but loving kiss and a hug. I heard them all start their bikes and I watched on the camera as they all pulled away and left. I just smiled as I finished my drink and started wondering... What the heck was I going to do today!? _________________________________________________________ (for some reason my previous note has been deleted) So, As you can see from the new title, this book is now called ''book one'' in ''The Outlaw Chronicles''. I have planned out a further two books. I can't release the titles yet as it might give away some idea of what is going to happen in the books before it (such as book two can give away what happens in book one and book three can tell yo

She had to find a way to talk to Jamie Dalton Volka. She probably shouldn't have been surprised at the size of the crowd in the bookstore. After all, when a well-known local resident, in fact, the head librarian, wrote a book that was moving up the charts, people would certainly turn out en masse for it, and they did. She had listened while Jamie spoke about writing her book. How her fascination with wolves had led her to do her research and write this romance about a wolf and a human. She hadn't, however, given any hint as to what had sparked her interest in the first place. Paranormal was a very popular genre with people these days. Lia wondered what they'd say if they knew there was more

This bar is getting crowded and it's really not my scene but even after getting all the arrangements done it was still too early for me to go home so I've ended up in this small pub on the outskirts of the pack lands, it's a nice little place but I don't really go to pubs, I'm happy with a beer in the packhouse. Finally, Cal texts me letting me know that my little wolf is sleeping and I waste no time in paying my bill and getting the hell out of there! Stepping outside it's dark and the heavens have opened up creating raindrops the size of golf balls to batter the ground, I make a run for the SUV, get the heaters on and concentrate on getting my ass home.

An average sized man was standing behind her with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and cigarette in the other. "Um...I'm lost" She straightened up. "I'll help you" He smiled and stepped closer. "Who do we have here?" Another man popped out from the other side. "Our dessert. She's lost, I know exactly how to help her" He laughed. "You'll share, won't you?" The later man staggered forward and almost lost his footing. Willow backed away from the cabin. "I always share" He stepped on his cigarette. "I was just looking for unique animals out here. I don't mean to intrude. I'll be on my way now if you don't mind" Willow took another step backwards.

A vigilante of justice. Robin Hood… “And the books?” she asked. “How do they play into that?” He lifted a single shoulder in a half shrug as though the answer was inconsequential. But to her, it wasn’t, because it was yet another piece in figuring out this complex cowboy. “I started collecting them a few years ago when surviving no longer was a day-to-day struggle.” Around the same time the Grey Wolves had first started to hear whispers of his name. He’d amassed power and influence in their world so quickly it had nearly made Maverick’s head spin. She’d eavesdropped over the stories among the Grey Wolves’ elite alphas with eager interest.