Wild West Romance Novels Novels & Stories

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

“Winona, your kind of people are not trustworthy at all. You b*tch, you’re worse than a wh*re. I’m your man, after all!” After being insulted by Tommy with various swear words, Winona got angry. “Tommy, I despised you since back then. You took advantage of me being pregnant to rape me every night as I was unable to run away. I haven’t even sued you! Are you even a man?!” Both of them were at each other’s throats, and Tommy was furious too. Back then, Winona was gorgeous while Tommy was just a gangster. He could own a place at Hoover Alley all because his cousin, Sophia, was Nightingale.

"Maybe I just wanted whiskey." "You hate whiskey." He stopped in front of her, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Talk to me." She wanted to lean into his touch. She wanted to let him pull her inside and make love to her until she forgot about photographs and blondes and Monte Carlo. But the image was burned into her mind now, and she couldn't shake it. "Who is Celeste?" she asked. Drake's hand froze against her ear. The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. She watched his face cycle through emotions she couldn't name. Surprise. Guilt. Something that looked almost like pain.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

Elena lay sprawled on the worn leather couch, her body a slick, trembling mess of sweat and cum, sandwiched between Jax and Rico. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, the afterglow of her orgasms still pulsing through her veins like electric currents. Jax's cum dried in sticky trails across her tits, while Rico's load leaked slowly from her pussy, a warm trickle that made her thighs quiver every time she shifted.

She spat tobacco into a nearby spittoon, “And you repaid him with his kindness by runnin’ away.” The station master entered and barked orders for them to get on with their business and be on their way. Although he allowed them to use his way station as a meeting place, he was cautious about getting too involved in their dealings. They were known slave traders. After the war, they simply shifted their slaves from negros to women. Prostitution was alive and well in the wild west. Unfortunately, their supply of prostitutes did not meet the demand from the men who answered the call for the gold rush or other new post war opportunities a fresh start offered. The untamed country was booming with

Once I have showered after that brutal training session I decided to enjoy the next couple hours before dinner by the Koi Pond. I walk into Dimitri's library and quickly steal a book from one of his shelves. You wouldn't think Dimitri would be into chick novels however, the book in my hand tells a different story. A Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks. If I told anyone that he would either deny it, kill me, or both. I tuck the book into my chest and skip over to Hendrix's room and steal his favorite throw blanket. I'm telling you this has now became mine. I skip out out Hendrix's room and head to Paxton's room to steal one of his shirts. His shirts look like dresses on me but they're so comf

Actually, she didn't want to leave any of them, and she didn't have just her new inner wolf to blame for that. She enjoyed being around them. They made her feel alive in a way she'd never felt, even when her parents lived. The passion both Gavin and Wyatt showed her blew her away. The kind of pleasure she discovered with them was usually reserved for romance books, not overweight call-center operators, which brought to mind another thing. With them, she never felt fat.

However, now that I’m about to have his enormous manhood inside me, a slight feeling of fear washes over me, as I’m starting to think I’m not ready to do this… “Isabella…” Asher whispers, kissing my neck. “I want to fuck you; I want to make you mine…” My cheeks flush, because I’m used to being the strong huntress of the Grayson clan, feared and respected by all—to think that I could be taken by a werewolf… It’s ridiculous, stupid, impossible… That’s why I feel so turned on just thinking about Asher fucking me. “Don’t get so full of yourself, dog,” I reply, placing one of my hands on his neck. “You’d better please me, or you’ll be in for a world of trouble…”

The second crossbow bolt whistled through the air before she could even react. Rylan’s wolf instincts flared. He shifted halfway, gold eyes blazing, teeth bared. With a roar that rattled the walls, he barreled sideways, dragging Lyra to the ground. The bolt struck a carved archway behind them, splintering stone in a cloud of dust. Lyra rolled, pushing herself against him, the heat of his body searing against hers. Their breaths mingled—ragged, uneven, electric. In the chaos, the bond pulsed like wildfire, and for a moment, it felt like they existed in a world of their own.