Front Range Cowboys
by Evie Nichole
FIVE full-length books.
Guaranteed NO CLIFFHANGERS.
Cowboy’s Last Down
Football is the only thing I’ve ever cared about.
Then I twisted my knee. My career is over. There’s no place to go but home.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys. My mama raised five of them.
But I’m no good at ranching and I’m no good at business.
I’m no good for anything.
Then Maggie smiled at me. She gave me a job. She gave me a purpose.
My life is a mess and Maggie is holding the broom and the dustpan.
I love her more than football.
I love her more than life.
Her hands soothe the demons away. Beneath her touch I am alive.
When I take her hand I know there’s going to be a tomorrow.
Even broken down cowboys get one more chance.
Stuck Up Cowboy
The man in the mirror drips blood and diamonds on the remnants of a life that went wrong.
I have a child to raise and a business to run and yet my life is in the bottom of a bottle.
No one sees me.
No one cares.
Once I found solace on the back of a horse. Now I drink my cares away.
Then Aria came back into my life. She knew me before. She knew me better than I knew myself.
Sometimes an old bronc needs a place to heal. He needs a soft touch.
Aria awakens me. The bottle has no pull anymore.
In the saddle I find my redemption and in her arms I find my home.
Scuffed Cowboy Boots
I have everything. She has nothing.
I see her everyday. She works. She begs others for handouts. Still her pride is formidable.
I admire her. She is everything I am not. Her strength gives me the courage to fight.
I want her. I crave her. Still she cannot be bought.
Then they take her. They want to crush her, to use her, to take her life and her hope.
But then I realize. I would move mountains for this woman. I would change my life.
I would give all that I have to make things right. If only it’s not too late.
My body is broken. I think there’s a scar on my back the shape of a horseshoe.
Eight seconds can be the longest moments of your life when they’re spent on the back of a raging bronco.
The horse wanted me dead. I lived. At least I think I lived. Some days it’s hard to tell who won and who lost.
I’m broken inside. Then I met her. She is everything I am not. She is strong. I am weak and getting weaker.
She expects more. I want to give it to her.
But the bottom of a bottle is almost too much to resist when the pain is so bad I feel as though I am underneath that horse again.
How many times can I fail before she will walk away? How many times will she forgive me? What will happen when she stops?
When life is a lie and death is a lie, what happens in between? Sometimes I wonder when it will all stop.
In a world of lies she is the only truth.
I’ve known her all my life. When she was just a girl I held her hand and watched her cry. Back then I was helpless. Back then I could do nothing to make things right. So many things have gone wrong. So many times people have let her down and taken advantage of her.
I’m done watching her cry. I’m done letting others walk all over her. She is mine.
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