My Fair Fortune
UNBUTTONING THE BRIT . . .In the business world, Brodie Fortune Hayes is known as a man of no mercy. The all-work, no-play PR consultant is sure he’ll have no trouble correcting the image problems plaguing the Cowboy Country theme park. There’s just one complication: the green-eyed beauty sitting behind the boss’s desk who makes his pulse race like a roller-coaster!Caitlyn Moore never imagined working side-by-side with Brodie after sharing a most out-of-character night of passion with him a few months before! And now, thanks to her dad's absence-by-illness, she's his boss? Brodie's bottom-line mentality is as infuriating as his blue-bedroom eyes are intoxicating–but Cait is convinced that there's a heart lurking beneath his Savile Row armor. Perhaps she can prove to him that love is the greatest Fortune of all . . .
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MEET THE FORTUNES!
Fortune of the Month: Brodie Fortune Hayes
Age: 33
Vital Statistics: Six feet of maddeningly adorable British charm. He tastes of champagne and mint and ⦠challenge.
Claim to Fame: The mastermind of Hayes Consulting, Brodie can make business troubles disappear. He is also known for stealing hearts.
Romantic prospects: âBrodie the Britâ has no interest in getting serious. Work is his mistress, the lady love of his life.
âAlden Moore hired me to fix his Cowboy Country theme park. What he neglected to mention was that he put his daughter in charge of the project. I cannot work with Caitlyn Moore! I suppose her daddy had no way of knowing what, ahem, previously transpired between us. Success in business depends on keeping a clear head and a closed heart. And Caitlyn is simply too warm, too sensitive and too ⦠much. Between her and all my newfound Fortune relatives, I am being bombarded by good intentions. How is a man supposed to get any work done?â
The Fortunes Of Texas: Cowboy Country Lassoing hearts from across the pond!
National bestselling author NANCY ROBARDS THOMPSON holds a degree in journalism. She worked as a newspaper reporter until she realized reporting âjust the factsâ bored her silly. Much more content to report to her muse, Nancy loves writing womenâs fiction and romance full-time. Critics have deemed her work âfunny, smart and observant.â She resides in Florida with her husband and daughter.
You can reach her at
www.nancyrobardsthompson.com and facebook.com/nancyrobardsthompsonbooks.
This book is dedicated to all the Fortune fans and to Susan and Marcia for making it happen.
Contents
February
âBrides or grooms?â the tall, handsome guy asked.
He had a British accent.
Caitlyn Moore had locked eyes with the tall hunk of gorgeousness only a moment before heâd moved across the room to stand next to her. The accent was the icing on top of an already delicious-looking bit of eye candy.
Too bad eye candy wasnât on her diet.
âI beg your pardon?â she said.
âAre you here in support of a friend or relative of one of the brides or one of the grooms? Or, perhaps, youâre acquainted with all of them?â
When heâd said all of them, he wasnât kidding. There were four of eachâthis was the soon-to-be-famous Grand Fortune weddingâand Caitlyn didnât know a single one of them personally. From what sheâd heard, the Fortunes always did everything in a big way.
âNone of the above,â she said.
âSo youâre a wedding crasher, then?â Twin dimples winked at her when he smiled.
âNo, of course not.â
Dressed in an expensive-looking dark suit and crisp white shirt, the Brit had a cocksure James Bond air about him. He probably didnât have to work very hard at getting women to engage. Still, Caitlyn didnât feel like explaining that she hated weddings and wouldnât be here unless it was absolutely necessary. Sheâd come in place of her parents, who had received the invitation to Horseback Hollowâs social event of the decade...in a town this small, it might even be the wedding of the century.
Tonight not one, but four Fortunes had gotten married on their parentsâ sprawling ranch. Theyâd exchanged vows on a huge outdoor stage that had been constructed for the ceremony. Sheâd overheard someone talking about how the large red barn on the property had been renovated especially for tonightâs reception. The place looked like a magical wonderland lit by thousands of candles and twinkle lights. There were so many flowers she shuddered to think of the bottom line on the floristâs bill. It might even surpass the catering bill for the sumptuous-looking buffet dinner, which she was going to miss because her objective was to sign the guest book and leave. No one would miss her if she left a little early, especially since she was there on a mission that might best be described as keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer.
In this case, the Fortunesâall fifty jillion of themâwere the enemy.
It still baffled her that the Fortunes, who had gone to such lengths to get the locals all riled up, making everyone believe that her familyâs venture, Cowboy Country USA, a Western-themed amusement park, was the root of all evil and would be the demise of Horseback Hollow, would invite her family to the wedding.
Her parents had regretted missing out, but her father had fallen ill this morning, and her mother had stayed home to care for him. Caitlyn had come to the wedding on their behalf, to represent the Moore family and Cowboy Country. She wasnât here to glad-hand and win people over, of course. Sheâd simply signed the guest book Alden Moore and family, a subtle reminder that Moore Entertainment was not the enemy. On the contrary. They wanted to be the good neighbor, getting along with the residents of Horseback Hollow, every one of whom, it seemed, had been invited to the wedding.
