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there.” 
    Mateo cracked open another beer for her, then they both sat down on the couch.  Amber tilted her head so that it rested on Mateo’s shoulder.  He leaned in and kissed her, then took a sip of his beer.  Amber looked at him and smiled, certain that she had met the man who would change her life forever.   
     

Bearly His
     
    A Texas Shifter Love Triangle
     
    Morgana Patrick

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    He walked into the Comanche Auction like he was walking into a saloon in 1800s Mississippi, ready to shoot every man, woman and child and their horse.  Jaroth Hudson, late twenties, with his cocky smirk, auburn hair and three days of bad boy beard growing, was ready to take someone out all right.  Wearing denim jeans, boots and a wide-brimmed hat, the man walked on air, eyeing every women in the joint, letting those bulldog eyes roam free with no thought to beauty, age or weight.  He could have had any woman he wanted, and he thought about each one of them—grannies, marrieds and teens, the rascal—for a good five seconds.
    He settled on the shy woman sitting near the back, too scandalized to even meet his burning eyes.  He walked over to her side of the room and enjoyed watching her squirm in her seat, the poor spinster probably thinking what a dick he was and what a dick he had to be so full of himself like that.  She shifted around in her seat, giving him a better view of the front stage.
    “No worry about it, ma’am,” he said in that booming but sweet voice.  “I’ve got the perfect view right where I’m standing.  This little auction sure has a lot of pretty stuff, I will say that.”
    She ignored that comment and looked straight ahead.
    The auctioneer stopped staring at the cowboy and went back to the task at hand.  He brought out a Purple Sapphire stone and eagerly began the presentation.
    “Well, let me ask you something,” the cowboy said, glancing at the stone.  “Is that stone boss enough to charm a beautiful woman like the one sitting in front of me?”
    The roomful of people laughed and the classy lady blinked twice, still trying to ignore his attention.
    “I’m sorry sir,” the auctioneer laughed.  “But this