Western Fiction Books Novels & Stories

It was her way of telling her to shut up because I was not her type. “That obvious, huh?” “Clyve is our guest at the cabin.” “Yeah, that’s right. I’m their guest.” “She never brought someone around. Except for Keene. So, Clyve, how’s your stay so far, honey?” “Great. Looking forward to exploring more of the secrets of this town.” My way of referring Westley as the town. I left them when they started babbling something I could not quite grab on. “You work here, Westley?” I sauntered to the fiction section, pulling out a book by a best-selling mystery/thriller author from the shelf.

Just a boy from California who became a bit of a rancher, lived with his wife, horses, dog, blah blah blah. Huh. My dad wrote western mystery novels under a pseudonym. That explained why he didn't seem to have a job. He probably didn't need to work beyond this. He had at least two different series of books, one historical and one modern. I'd seen them probably a million times in bookstores and had dismissed them as work for middle-aged women with cowboy fantasies. I smiled. There was definitely money here.

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Was someone trying to tell me something? I picked up the opened book and studied the page. It was written by a woman in Australia who claimed to have been in contact with a pack of werewolves who’d allowed her to study them. I remembered how a good deal of it had sounded so farfetched that I’d closed the book with disdain. Now, after having dealt with and dissected one of those vile creatures, I re-read the pages with more interest and a far more opened mind. After leaning against my desk and reading a few more pages, I decided to pick up the rest of the mess that was caused by Max and my little sex tryst and then take the book upstairs with me. I was craving a sandwich and a glass of wi

I already knew this was not going to be easy. As I was driving, I realized that I was heading west. Ironically, I used to dream about moving west to areas like Colorado, Wyoming, or Montana. Most people would opt for California. I however, wanted a place where I knew could provide a huge landscape of open ranges for my wolf to run after I made the shift and met her on my birthday. I also need areas that would be isolated.

One thing she noticed was a particular man who lived in the cabin alone but gets occasional visitors. With time, Willow realized that they were werewolves too which was perfect for her plan. She also picked extra clothes in case there would be any need for her to shift. She spied from a distance behind the thick branches of the cold forest but she knew she had to get closer in order to get the information she needed. Moving with caution and a little twist in her gut, Willow quickly crept to the back window. She heard voices, smelled weed, alcohol and other distasteful substances she couldn't name.

He drinks beer while sharing stories with his friends. Vesper made her way to the second-floor library area. She stared at the mountain of books in front of her. Then she moves her way to the history section, where she pulls out a book titled: Wolves 1900. It shows a summary of the life of werewolves in the 1900s and how they protected themselves against the blood hunters. She got another book titled “Vanishing Wolf, a Memoir” Her eyes start to widen as she reads the book.

As I glanced around the library, my fingers traced the spine of each book my hands touched. "Help me, Teresa," "With what? What book?" "A book about the West," "Well if it's about the West. What better way to know about it other than from a person who lives there? I'm a Westerner," I shook my head. "No, you don't understand," "What do I don't understand? You're being difficult, Amethyst," I came to a sudden halt, causing Teresa to nearly bump into me from behind. "I'm discussing a narrative from a distinct viewpoint—a perspective recounting tales from the West, not your own," I clarified.

Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana. Meanwhile, Alpha Briar West, a composed and confident leader, faces a new challenge when an unforeseen issue arises from the recent cattle thefts at Wolfe Ranch. He becomes the target of the enraged Alpha from the Winnipeg Pack, who seeks retribution for a debt. As if this predicament wasn't enough, Briar also finds his mate in an entirely unexpected manner. Now, this cowboy must navigate the complexities of his relationship with his free-spirited mate, Sloan Taylor.