The audacity of him made my eyes widen. Playfulness shrouded him and I couldn't bring myself to be snitty about it. I smirked at him. “I don't tell strange men that kind of thing,” I teased right back. ::ONESHOT::

He saw the blood on his hands, his shirt, the floor, the walls; it was everywhere. It made him gag. He had beaten a man to death..." Lane McJames was a mess. He hadn't meant to lose control, and he certainly didn't mean to fall in love. ::ONESHOT::

”Dani, I think it’s only fair to tell you that I would never ever consider asking you to senior prom!” Dani happened to be five when Warren told her this. Oh boy! The start of a love-hate relationship that lasts years. For the I Love to Hate You Contest

“I really, really, really hate that I love you.” He smirked. “I know.” // One-shot.

There's a certain draw only a cowboy possesses. This is a collection of short stories about girls and their cowboys. Some of us just can't resist the pull of a cowboy...

The old version of Broken. Finished, but with its flaws. The new one is listed below.

That summer, Clara was determined to ride that blood bay mare. Nothing was going to get in her way. Not her uncle, not Clay, and certainly not the mare herself. Short Story.

A best friend lost, a best friend gained. A love lost, a love gained. A ranch with a healing touch and a cowboy with a heart melting smile. It doesn't get better then this.