Dee S. Knight
Somebody likes it hot.
I'm somebody!
Somebody likes it hot.
I'm somebody!
Cowboy Desire is a collection of short romance stories. This is a chance to read and discover the work of a diverse group of 14 very talented authors.
The themes in this book are varied, as are the collection of characters. From soft and tender love to hot passionate, kinky sex, there is something for everyone in this anthology.
Bird that Sings – Dee S. Knight
Is reincarnation a myth? Maybe so, but something strange is happening to Owen Gilchrist on his Montana ranch.
I just finished reading this. All I can say is...wonderful! Each story is so different, and I was surprised at how many had a paranormal element to them. I loved that. If you like romance and cowboys combined, then you'll like this book. 5 stars, Anne
I've read the eclectic mix of country stories and loved each of them, from space cowboys to the historical and contemporary country romances. The romance was powerful in each of the stories, written by award-winning and international authors. I love that I can go back and read the short stories any time again. Country romances can't get hotter than this. 5 stars, Estelle
This book full of short stories depicting strong men and women who take on the untamed frontier was compelling to read. While I was reading the stories all I could think of was classic western stories and how this could even make into a good mini series on Netflix. 5 stars, Sugdos
Different stories but same awesome vibe. Well written and engaging throughout! 5 stars, Yos
This collection of steamy short stories isn’t for the shy or timid. They each deliver with romance and seduction using different cowboy themes. 4 stars, Smbrpm
Awesome storyline, well written, good stories. 5 stars, Kim
This is a unique and diverse collection of cowboy romances. The stories are well written and very enjoyable. The collection has stories that are written by talent authors who have crafted amazing characters. I enjoyed the range provided. 5 stars, Book_Lover_97
A man plagued by visions, a woman who knows only one way to help. Too bad he doesn’t believe in her remedy. But will he fight her or give in? And will he find more than he bargained for in her ideas, and in her arms?
What the hell??
Owen Gilchrist stared up at his horse from the ground. The two were atop a hill surrounded by green pastureland. If he twisted, he could see the house and barn, a mile away. But he wasn’t supposed to be on a hill a mile from home. He was supposed to be mending a section of fence line near the road and a quarter mile from the house. How the hell had he landed here, on his butt, while his horse lazily munched on grass and stared at him as though he had two fucking heads?
Gingerly, he checked his limbs to make sure he hadn’t any injuries, though he wasn’t in any pain. Nope, nothing wrong that he could tell. So, he wasn’t thrown from Goldie’s back. He must have set himself on his ass with the view of the surrounding hills and grass.
His two hundred head of Limousin cattle were in the far distance. In summer, the high pasture area was lush with grass and the streams that supplied Cottonwood Creek provided plenty of water. Owen could see the ranch Jeep headed down from checking on the cattle. Calving season had ended only a couple of months ago, and this was a critical time for the young critters. Jerry would laugh his ass off if he found out that Owen had had another “episode,” so he’d better get himself in gear and get back to that fence.
Owen stood and slapped at the back of his Wrangler’s before taking Goldie’s reins and climbing back in the saddle.
“How’d we end up here, girl? Huh?” Goldie kept her own counsel and chose not to answer. She was Owen’s favorite female for that reason. He could say anything to her and she didn’t get pissed. He could go out with the hands and blow a hundred bucks on beer and poker and she never sulked. She never tried to trap him with that age-old trick question of whether her butt looked big in that dress/jeans/slacks. And best of all, she never brought up the subject of marriage or moving their relationship to the “next level.” He and Goldie enjoyed their relationship just as it was—he brushed her down and fed her oats, and she didn't throw him.
He urged Goldie into a lope down the hill and across one of the lower pastures toward the section of fence where he’d been working. A few minutes later, Goldie was once again feeding on the rich grass their spring rains and warm early summer days had provided. Fortunately, he’d pretty much finished the repairs before he’d lost contact with reality, so an hour had him gathering his tools. Jerry would come and get them in the Jeep. He jammed his work gloves in his back pocket and hoisted himself into the saddle for the ride home.
Suddenly a sense of unease struck him. Hair stood up on his nape and a frisson of fear skittered down his back. His head snapped around to the hill where he’d been sitting earlier. A figure stood there watching him. The shape was so amorphous he couldn’t even tell if it was male or female. Goldie, whinnied and took a step back. Did she sense something on the hill, too, or just his fear?
