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Secretly Katie had always hated the hustle and bustle of day to day life. She had always wanted a more primitive way of living and often times wished she had been born in a time when earning the most money was not the most important thing in life. She dreamed of the simple life and she smiled as she realized that was just what she was getting.

It saddened her as she thought about her parents and friends. She knew that they would look for her and that they would cry for her, but she also knew that she had to do what was best for herself. As they approached that camp, Sam and Katie stopped. She could see the entire camp from the top of the hill. On one side was a river, there were small dragons playing in the water as well as small children. Women were sitting at the edge, some dragons as well watching the children. Some of the women were washing laundry, beating it against the rocks.

Katie smiled as she noticed how happy all of them looked. The two of them walked into the camp and Katie could not help but notice how everyone in dragon form or human form seemed to stare at her. She began to shake with fear feeling that she did not belong.

Sam explained to her that she would have to earn their trust and that they saw her as a threat to their way of life. Katie understood knowing that if she was one of them and a stranger was coming into her home she would be leery as well. She vowed to do everything she could to earn their trust, Sam had told her how hard it would be but she did not care. If she was going to stay, if she was going to have a baby and raise it there with the man that she wanted to spend her life with she knew that she would have to do whatever it took to gain the trust of those in the pack.

Katie and Sam walked to the cave where Sam lived, as they entered Katie turned around and looked out. She smiled, knowing that she was going to love living there. Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into the darkness of the cave as he began kissing her neck. Katie knew she would love living with Sam.



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The Billionaire Cowboy’s Baby





Western Romance





By: Lisa Cartwright





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Chapter 1



Grace pressed her lips to a sheet of pink crepe paper to color them, as she examined her flawless porcelain skin in the vanity mirror. The barn dance had never been her favorite of occasions to dress up. With the possibility of Everett Roosevelt being there this year though, she was making the extra effort.

Everett D. Roosevelt had rolled in to Beaumont, Texas just eleven months ago in the summer of 1900. He was looking to invest his hefty inheritance in the recent oil boom and he quickly became a man of note to every single woman in town. Grace Purdue had tried her damndest not to pay any attention to the hubbub. She had always been a young woman who believed in love for the sake of love, not love for the sake of money. After just a few months of his being in town, however, Grace quickly began to change her mind. Money, she reasoned, was as good of a reason as any to fall in love with someone. Besides, love for loves sake would surely follow.

Everything about Everett D. Roosevelt intrigued Grace - including his claim to blood relation with the current president of the United States. Of course, that which intrigued Grace also intrigued every other eligible (and ineligible) woman in town as well. Of the handful of times that she had run in to him at the local bar while running errands for her father, Everett had always been surrounded by giggling women. Giggling was certainly something that Grace would never do, at least not in the company of so many other women. They reminded Grace of a rafter of turkeys. Once one began to gobble, the rest surely followed. No, no matter how attractive she found Mr. Everett D. Roosevelt, she was not going to give herself the appearance of a plump thanksgiving bird.



“Now Gracie, you must have spent hours locked away up here getting ready for, what is possibly, the most boring event all year!” Grace’s sister said from the doorway of Grace’s small bedroom. “What reason could you possibly have for…” A smile touched her lips. “Ohhh, I see. It's that young Mr. Roosevelt isn't it?” She asked. A blush crept in to Grace’s cheeks.

“Oh, hush!” Grace said. “It is not!” She watched in the mirror as her sister brushed the back of her skirt and sat on the edge of Grace’s bed.