MEET THE FORTUNES!
Fortune of the Month: Oliver Fortune Hayes
Age: 37
Vital Statistics: Blue-eyed, exceedingly handsome aristocrat and single dad. He’s just a tad … uptight.
Claim to Fame: Sir Oliver is rich. Really rich.
Romantic prospects: Suddenly he’s got a toddler in diapers and a dog barely housebroken. Just how much are most women willing to take on?
“I can manage millions, but when it comes to my small Fortune, I haven’t a clue. Shannon makes it all look so easy. She can handle baby Ollie and even get barking Barnaby to toe the line. But when Shannon and I are together, I feel as though I’m losing control all over again. She’s too young for me, too exuberant, too … Shannon. The logical part of me says I should hightail it back to London before anyone gets hurt. But there’s another part that says, What if …”
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The Fortunes of Texas: Cowboy Country:
Lassoing hearts from across the pond!
Fortune’s Little
Heartbreaker
Cindy Kirk
From the time she was a little girl, CINDY KIRK thought everyone made up different endings to books, movies and television shows. Instead of counting sheep at night, she made up stories. She’s now had over forty novels published. She enjoys writing emotionally satisfying stories with a little faith and humor tossed in. She encourages readers to connect with her on Facebook and Twitter @cindykirkauthor and via her website, cindykirk.com.
This book is dedicated to some of my favorite Facebook friends and Fortunes of Texas fans:
Pamela Lowery
Deanna Vrba
Theresa Krupicka
Caro Carson
Nancy Greenfield
Veronica Mower
Mary Spicher
Dyan Carness
Brenda Schultes Bengard
Nancy Callahan Greenfield
Jennifer Faye
Sherri Shackelford
Ann Roth
Holmes Campbell
Michelle Major
Cheri Allan
Susan Meier
Betsy Ehrhardt
Kim Thomas
Laurie Brown
Deborah Farrand
Linda Conrad
Amanda Macfarlane
Lee Ann Kopp-Lopez
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Shannon Singleton took a sip of the Superette’s medium roast coffee and exhaled a happy sigh. Since returning to Horseback Hollow several months earlier, she’d come to realize how much she’d missed the town in north Texas where she’d grown up.
The postage-stamp eating area of the Superette consisted of three orange vinyl booths and two tables, each adorned with a bud vase of silk flowers. Nice, but no comparison to the cute little coffee shop Shannon used to frequent when she lived in Lubbock.
Still, the location was bright and cheery. Thanks to a wall of glass windows, Shannon even had a stellar view of the large pothole in the middle of the street.
“I wish they’d choose one of us and get it over with.” Rachel Robinson expelled a frustrated sigh and sat back in the booth.
Shannon enjoyed meeting her friend every Tuesday morning for coffee, but frankly was tired of obsessing over—and discussing—the job they both wanted.
It was a bit awkward, being in competition—again—with her friend. The other times Rachel had bested her, it had been over inconsequential things; like the last piece of dessert at the Hollows Cantina or the pair of boots they’d both spotted at that cute little boutique in Vicker’s Corners.
This time was different. This time the outcome mattered. Professional positions in this small town an hour south of Lubbock were few and far between. And Shannon really wanted the marketing job with the Fortune Foundation.
In the four years since graduation from Texas Tech with a degree in business, all of Shannon’s experience had been in marketing. Rachel had readily admitted she didn’t have experience in the marketing arena.
But that fact didn’t mean squat. Just as with those pretty turquoise boots, it seemed whenever she and Rachel competed for anything, Rachel came out ahead.
“Earth to Shannon.”
Shannon brought the cup to her lips and focused on her friend. She and Rachel were both in their midtwenties, had brown hair and similar interests. But that’s where the comparison ended. Shannon considered herself slightly above average while Rachel was stunning. “What? Rewind.”
“Wouldn’t