As My Cowboy Desires

By Alex Anders

What if you suddenly lost your memory? Do you think you would again be drawn to the man you fell in love with?

Christine Richards has traveled the world and has seen things that she could never have imagined. Yet she believes that everything that has happened was designed to lead her to the man who could be her true love, Lucas.

Lucas was known as the ‘Miracle Boy’ before he disappeared. As a child he had a mystical ability that no one could explain. But whereas the world thinks he has vanished, Christine has found him.

Discovering that Lucas is working as a cowboy on a fighting bull ranch near Seville, Spain, Christine (now Ezie) learns how to be a cowgirl and moves heaven and earth to meet him. And in the moment that they are finally about to meet, a heroic act by Christine leads to an accident that robs her of her memories.

The evil ranch owner, seizing his opportunity, takes Christine in while she recovers. Telling her that she had come to his ranch as his lover, he first seduces and then blackmails her into doing things that she could never have imagined.

But will Christine get her memory back? Will she remember why she has traveled thousands of miles? Will she remember her feelings for Lucas? And even if they meet, even IF they fall in love, will she remember to ask him the one question that only he can answer?

This steamy Spanish novella (written in English) has enough twists to keep the pages turning. And you will never guess how the story of these star-crossed lovers will end.

*Please note that this story contains very explicit descriptions of erotic and sexual situations written for extreme genital arousal which will lead to self-pleasure. Mature readers only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RateABull Publishing
• Release date: Mar 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311056276

Book preview

When I walked under the wrought iron gate that read ‘Fernandez’, I knew that there was no turning back. Emotionally I was already there, and being this close, I wasn’t about to turn back now.

Peering down the long feeder road, the ranch slowly came into view. It was a white washed hacienda much like the ones I had seen in South America. They reminded me of the historic Spanish monasteries I had seen along the California coast, which made sense considering that I was in Spain; Lora del Rio to be exact. And although I was just 45 miles from Seville, it felt like I was 60 years in the past.

Horses galloped across the dusty land in front of the ranch. They were being herded by a young man in a denim shirt. I was still too far to see who it was, but every man I saw I examined closely. I had traveled hundreds of miles to find just one of them. And this close, it took everything I had to quell my excitement.

Dusty, grimy and with my kinky hair pulled back, I looked like a boy and I knew it. That was my goal. I had to hide all of my broad feminine curves, disguise my city upbringing and hit on as many women as I could. These were my instructions. Cattle ranching was a man’s profession, but over the years the bull-headed Spanish men had come to accept the occasional lesbian in their ranks.

Still five hundred feet from the hacienda, I took a right turn toward the stables and then into the ranch office.

Are you Pablo? I asked in my rough but serviceable Spanish.

The man behind the desk looked me up and down before responding gruffly in his rural Castilian Spanish. What do you want?

I’m Ez your new cowboy.

He looked at me squinting his old, tired eyes. I hadn’t said that I was a woman in my letter to him because if I had, he would never have responded. He was sure to believe my lesbian guise once he took a look at me, but I had to stand in front of him to even have a shot of pulling it off.

No, the old man said before returning his attention to the forms on his rickety desk.

What do you mean, no? You already offered me the job. I walked 10 miles to get here. I wasn’t sure if that part was true, but it sure felt like it. And I’m better than anyone you got here.

The old man looked up again and stared at me still only wiggling his thick grey mustache. Does your boyfriend know you’re here?

Without missing a beat, I responded. Does yours?

I knew that it was never a good idea to challenge a Spanish guy’s masculinity, but Pablo was old. I figured that I could get away with it as long as I kept my jabs to retorts.

Hm, he grunted returning his attention to his paperwork.

It felt like a minute of silence passed. I had long ago learned that in negotiations, the first person who speaks loses. And as much as I had gone through to get here, I wasn’t about to make such an obvious mistake now.

So, you’re Ez? He said in a mocking tone.

Yeah. Or Ezie if you have a problem with Ez.

We don’t have cowgirls here. You’re going to have to find work somewhere else.

What, are the cowboys here so weak that they can’t handle completion for a girl?

That did it. That got him to look up. I knew it wouldn’t take much to ignite his male ego. I just had to play it right. Too much and he would have me thrown out. The right amount and I would have what I came here for.

This job isn’t a joke. We work with fighting bulls. You know what a fighting bull would do to your pretty little body?

You mean the same thing it did to yours? I countered.

He was taunting me. I didn’t look pretty right now, far from it. I looked like what the cat dragged in. I was sure of it. In fact, I had used all of my makeup skills to emphasize it. I looked like a butch lesbian that lived her life in the sun without sunscreen. I looked ragged.

Look, sorry you wasted your time, but the job has been filled.

No, it hasn’t. I asked around before I walked in. I hadn’t, but he didn’t know that.

It was just filled.

Yeah, by me, the person you hired.

We don’t have a place for you here, he said emphatically.

I could out herd you, I said after a pause.

Pablo turned his solid gaze onto my soul and I would not back down. I could feel him in my mind going through the files, trying to find my weakness, but he wasn’t going to find anything. I knew why I was here. I knew what I was up against. And even if it meant that I would have fight everyman in the place, I wasn’t going anywhere.

Now that I would like to see, he finally concluded.

I didn’t smile at this. I knew that this was when things would get hard. He still had no intention in giving me the job he promised. What he wanted to do was teach me a lesson. This was good though because it meant that I had a shot. He would throw everything at me that he had. But if I survived with even a modicum of success, he would have to seriously consider me.

The question was, though, what form would the test take. He wasn’t kidding about the danger of fighting bulls. Spanish fighting bulls were bred for their aggression. I had heard stories of fighting bulls attacking and flipping cars. And the Fernandez ranch was known all over Spain for raising the strongest bulls. One wrong step and the bull would kill you. There were cowboys who died on this ranch.

However, although I thought it would be, herding a bull wasn’t the challenge Pablo gave me. Apparently he didn’t even want it to get that far. The challenge was the horse. Walking down the barn I heard a horse continuously kicking on the wooden walls of his stall. It was strong, that was obvious. But what I hadn’t expected was how big it was. This was the biggest horse I had ever seen. And from the look of it, this was the one horse that ever cattle ranch had that couldn’t be ridden.

‘Shit,’ I thought not giving away my intense dread. I didn’t want to, but I had to look back and get Pablo’s response to this. He didn’t look like a man that smiled very much, so he wasn’t smiling. But he did look content with himself.

You don’t have anything bigger? I asked displaying nothing but confidence.

Pablo laughed. It was a mocking laugh, but I knew that I was making headway. The old man walked away and quickly returned with a saddle. He rested it on the stall’s ledge and stepped back waiting for my reaction.

I guess he was thinking that I would object. This horse was clearly unrideable. And as beautiful as it was, I was sure that many of the men at the ranch had tried.

I have to admit that it did take me a few minutes to recognize my good fortune. Initially I was looking at the horse as this untamed beast. It had been months since my time with Daniel, the fireman. So the memory of our naked ride on wild horses took a moment to surface.

There was one thing that I would never forget about the encounter with those horses. It was what it was like gaining the trust of my beautiful steed. Looking into her soulful eyes I recognized another living, thinking creature looking back at me. The way I earned her trust was not by proving my strength to it like Daniel had done with his stallion. It was by connecting with it.

When I had looked into my wild horse’s eyes, I let it know that I wasn’t looking to dominate it. I had gained its trust, not by letting it know that it could trust me, but by letting it know that I trusted it. Only then did it let me on it.

If I was going to ride the bucking bronco before me, that is what I was going to have to do again. This was going to be a little harder because by now, this stallion had surely had many cowboys try to break its spirit. My wild horse had probably never had such an issue. I was most likely the first human it had come into close contact with. And without having had negative human interactions, trust came quickly.

Trust with the bronco was obviously going to take a while. So taking a step away from the saddle, I positioned