Fortune's Homecoming
He wants fun… she wants family…Seeking a reprieve from the limelight, celebrity rodeo rider Grayson Fortune begins a hunt for a new home. But as his sweet real estate agent, Billie Pemberton, searches for the perfect pad, he struggles to keep his mind on business…
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A restless, rodeo-riding Fortune...
Finally finds his family
Celebrity rodeo rider Grayson Fortune is seeking a reprieve from the limelight. So as his sweet real estate agent, Billie Pemberton, searches to find him the perfect home, he struggles to keep his mind on business. With his famous (philandering) Fortune father, Grayson is sure heâs not cut out for commitment. Roping young, innocent Billie into a fling would only break her heart. But Billie is convinced that love and family are Graysonâs true birthright...
A frequent name on bestseller lists, ALLISON LEIGHâs high point as a writer is hearing from readers that they laughed, cried or lost sleep while reading her books. She credits her family with great patience for the time sheâs parked at her computer, and for blessing her with the kind of love she wants her readers to share with the char-acters living in the pages of her books. Contact her at www.allisonleigh.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07771-2
FORTUNEâS HOMECOMING
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For my âforeverâ home.
Happy 10th.
Contents
âHoly cow. Is that who I think it is?â
Grayson Fortune heard the whispers start the second he walked into the office of Austin Elite Real Estate. He should have known better than to head straight there after the press conference. But going back to the hotel to change would have made him even later than he already was.
He hated being late. It was a product of his early years hustling from one rodeo to another, when being late could mean missing the event altogether. Wasted miles. Worse, wasted money.
âOhmygawd. Is that Grayson? I just saw him on the news at noon. Heâs taller than I expected.â
He didnât bother trying to locate where in the office the whispers came from. He just pulled off his black Grayson Gear cowboy hat and strode toward the stylish woman seated behind the reception desk. Heâd had lots of practice ignoring whispers, and gave the receptionist his usual grin.
She was probably about his momâs age, and if she recognized him when she looked up at him with a friendly smile, there was nothing in her expression to say it.
âWelcome to Austin Elite.â Her eyes were bright behind her black-framed glasses. âHow can I help you?â
He heard another muffled laugh that might have been inaudible had the modern office possessed actual walls instead of a sea of glass partitions. âI know how Iâd like to help him.â
Heâd asked his mother to find a real estate agent for him, and sheâd set up the appointment. Otherwise heâd turn around and leave. He was used to public attention, but it was often a pain in the caboose.
âDo you suppose heâs as good in the sack as the saddle? Imagine him tossing you down on the bed likeââ
