TRIPLET TROUBLE
No man should be that gorgeous.
She tore her gaze away from his smile. Unfortunately, she was immediately snagged by his glossy black hair, thick-lashed brown eyes, tanned skin with a faint beard shadow despite the early hour, handsome features…
Were all the Fortune men this blessed by nature? she wondered. If so, God help the women who caught their attention – because females didn’t stand a chance against all that powerful, charming, handsome male virility.
Perhaps she was fortunate that he was her boss and thus off-limits. Never mind the fact that he was also not interested in her.
Because if he ever turned that undeniable charm on her, she’d give in without a whimper.
A REAL LIVE COWBOY
Their gazes met and locked.
Something – pheromones, for one thing – buzzed between them with an intensity that nearly buckled her knees.
Or was that the wine she’d consumed doing a number on her?
Perhaps it was both.
Isabella offered him a lighthearted smile. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go to bed.”
“Sleep tight.”
Yeah, right.
She’d set her sights on finding Mr Right – or Señor Right more accurately – but she was afraid that JR Fortune thought he might be that man.
Sure, the city-slicker was handsome – and wealthy.
A very attractive, very appealing man.
But they were as different as night and day.
She’d lost herself and her family roots once, and she wouldn’t allow that to happen again.
That’s why she was determined to find the right mate.
So what was with her growing attraction to the wrong one?
Triple Trouble
By
Lois Faye Dyer
A Real Live Cowboy
By
Judy Duarte
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Triple Trouble
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For Grant Suh and his proud parents, Steve and Brenda.
Welcome to America and our family, Grant –
we’re so glad you’re here.
Chapter One
Nicholas Fortune closed the financial data file on his computer and stretched. Yawning, he pushed his chair away from his desk and stood. His office was on the top floor of the building housing the Fortune Foundation, and outside the big corner