Fortune's Family Secrets
The man of her dreams…is a Fortune in disguise!Innkeeper Cassie could easily fall for her newest guest, hunky Nash Tremont – an undercover cop, and a member of the Fortune family! But her own painful past makes her afraid to trust. With so many secrets, Cassie and Nash will have their work cut out!
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The man of her dreams...
is a Fortune in disguise!
Innkeeper Cassie Calloway could easily fall for her newest guest. Out-of-towner Nash Tremont is hunky, handsome and handy, but Cassieâs painful past makes her afraid to trust. In this case, caution may be in order. Nash is actually an undercover copâand a member of the Fortune family. With so many secrets between them, Cassie and Nash will have their work cut out for them. But their complicated love may be worth the fight...
USA TODAY bestselling author KAREN ROSE SMITH has written over ninety novels. Her passion is caring for her four rescued cats, and her hobbies are gardening, cooking and photography. An only child, Karen delved into books at an early age. Even though she escaped into story worlds, she had many cousins around her on week-ends. Families are a strong theme in her novels. Find out more about Karen at www.karenrosesmith.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07747-7
FORTUNEâS FAMILY SECRETS
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In memory of my dad, Angelo Jacob Cacciola, who taught by example that creativity could be expressed in painting, woodworking and model train platforms.
Contents
Nash Tremont came down the stairs from the second floor of the Bluebonnet Bed-and-Breakfast and followed the aroma of cinnamon and sugar and some kind of bread. His boots didnât make a sound on the steps. After all, he was a police detective and instincts died hard.
At the bottom of the staircase, he spotted a sight that suddenly made him hungry for more than cinnamon rolls. Heâd hardly said two words to the proprietress of the bed-and-breakfast but now he couldnât stop himself. âEven a veteran cowgirl should know better than to climb a ladder thatâs too short.â
Cassie Calloway squeaked as if heâd startled her. Her name was an easy one to remember, but he wasnât thinking about her name as she tilted on the ladder, almost losing her balance. He rushed to her side and wrapped his hands around her waist. It was a tiny waist but she was plenty curvy above and below it.
âSorry,â he said. âI didnât mean to startle you.â
Gaining her footing once more, she peered down at him. Her tousled brown hair flowed forward and her dark brown eyes moved from his face to his hands at her waist. He quickly removed them, though they tingled because heâd felt her warmth underneath her blouse.
âWhat makes you think Iâm a veteran cowgirl?â she asked, climbing down the ladder.
âYour boots,â he answered quickly. Heâd been trained to notice details.
She looked down at her boots as if she hadnât remembered what she was wearing. They were brown leather, well creased, with the shine long gone.
