Wild West Romance Novels Novels & Stories

It was a primal, nesting instinct, and it drew her to him like a moth to a steady flame. With Ryder, it was the opposite. When the walls of the stone station felt too close, when Liam’s protectiveness became a cage, the restless energy inside her sought a spark. She’d catch Ryder’s eye across the room a flicker of mischief, a daring half-smile a an and a thrill would shoot through her, reckless and hot. He was the danger just outside the wall, the wild she wasn’t supposed to want. Her desire for him was for the sharp edge, the unpredictable laugh, the feeling of being alive precisely because it was unsafe. He was the wild wind, and part of her, a part the baby seemed to stir up, wanted to fl

My eyes flew open, and I found myself surrounded by two massive wolves—one pure white, the other solid black. Panic surged through me for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a strange calm as memories of the night before flooded back. The wolves in the campground, the intense connection, the... transformation. Xander and Kane. The things we did, the pleasure we shared. It was all so surreal, yet I couldn't deny the reality of it.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

Carson raised one brow as if encouraging me to understand his cryptic message but I don’t know if it was the fact that I was still trying to process everything else that he had told me today or if I was still in some way enchanted by Maverick but I couldn’t give Carson one hundred percent of my attention. “Instigating? The next step?” I asked not entirely putting the pieces together. instigating what? And what happens when I do? What is the next step to the mating? “Sex, Darlin. Wolves are very intimate animals” my eyes went wide at not only the insinuation of his words but at how close Maverick’s voice was as he stepped into my line of vision.

The candles flickered. Later, when his breathing slowed and his body relaxed beside hers, Esmeralda stared at the ceiling. She did not sleep. Fredrick spoke in the dark. “When you look at me… I feel like I could tear this pack apart for you.” She turned her head slowly. “Would you?” she asked. “For you? Yes.” She touched his chest lightly. “There are wolves in this pack who do not belong. Thorns. Poison.” “Name them,” he said.

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

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The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.

When she did not find him, she drove to Entre Rios, but she did not find him either, neither in her stables, nor in her fields, that night she would rest in the old cabin she rented that distant day, when she was just a Mexican woman lost in the great province, and then she would go to continue with her business. That night it was raining, the drops were falling on the old sheet metal, they were playing music all over the place, Maria De La Cruz, turned off her cell phone, and prepared herself for her solitude, she prepared the bath tub, a glass of white wine, and relaxed, she fell asleep without noticing, suddenly in her dreams, she felt some strange footsteps walking through the corridors;

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”