For tune of the Month: Liam âDonât Call Me Fortuneâ Jones
Age: 32
Vital Statistics: Six foot three of pure, unadulterated hunk
Claim to Fame: Strong will and stronger sex appeal. Never met a woman he couldnât woo.
Romantic Prospects: Stellar âwith just about anyone except Julia Tierney
âIâve never met anyone so stubborn in my entire life. Every time Julia and I are together, we fight like an old married couple. Without benefits. She thinks the Fortunes and their friends the Mendozas are going to bring progress to Horseback Hollow. I just think theyâre gonna bring trouble. Why canât things stay the way they are? Why canât Julia just admit that Iâm right? Why canât I stop thinking about her even when she isnât here?â
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The Fortunes of Texas: Welcome to Horseback Hollow!
Chapter One
Liam Jones leaned back in his chair, nursing his beer and listening to two of his younger brothers, Jude and Toby, talking about a third younger brother, Christopher, who had recently picked up and moved to the nearby town of Red Rock.
As he listened, Liamâs frown, already a fixture on his face from the beginning of this conversation, deepened, highlighting his increasing disapproval.
Christopher, apparently, at least in his eyes, had gone and sold his soul to the devil.
Liamâs initial intent in coming to the bar at the Horseback Hollow Grill with two of his brothers was to unwind a little. Instead as he listened to Toby and Jude, he found himself getting progressively more and more annoyed. The current discussion was merely a theme and variation of the same old thing; a topic that had taken center stage in his family for months now: his motherâs rediscovered wealthy siblings.
Liam had always known his mother, Jeanne Marie, had been adopted and, like her, heâd thought nothing of it. Countless people were adopted; it was no big thing. Just this past year his own brother Toby had taken in three foster children.
What made it such a big thing, not just in his eyes but in everyone elseâs, was that it turned out his mother had been given up for adoption, along with a sister she hadnât even known about until just recently, by none other than a member of the highly revered Fortune family.
And that little bit of news had turned all of their worlds upside down.
The ironic thing was that his mother might have very well gone to her grave not knowing a thing about her roots if her brother, James Marshall Fortune, hadnât come poking around, telling her that she was not only his sister but that she, he and the sister she had previously known nothing aboutâa British woman named Josephine Mayâwere actually triplets.
The whole thing sounded like something out of a movie and if it had been a movie, he would have walked out on it right in the middle. Specifically around the part where this âlong-lost brotherâ of hers gave her a whole wad of money. That had been James Marshallâs way of âmaking it up to herâ for having lived a life that hadnât been embedded in the lap of luxury.
As if money could fix everything and anything.
Liam found the whole money thing offensive and degrading. He resented the offering of a âconsolation prizeâ to make up for the fact that his mother had lived a life that James Fortune obviously felt was beneath her.
When his mother gave Fortune back his money, Liam had never been prouder of her. But then sheâd gone and spoiled it all by turning around and asking him and his siblings to not just recognize these interlopers as their blood relatives but to actually take on their surname.
Oh, theyâd still be the Jones family, but now theyâd all be known as the Fortune Joneses.
The hell they would, Liam thought angrily as he took another swig of his beer, which by now was decidedly no longer cold. But he hardly noticed.
In all honesty, he had expected his six siblings to feel exactly the way he did and was utterly stunned to discover that the whole thing didnât even begin to bother them as much as it did him.
In fact, it felt as if his brothers and sisters were dropping like flies around him, taking on the Fortune name and forgetting just who the hell they were to begin with: Deke Jonesâs offspring.
Granted, their father wasnât an emotional, verbally effusive man. But at the same time, he was a decent, hardworking man who had always made sure they had food in their bellies, a roof over their heads and more opportunity to make something of themselves than he had. Some men showed they cared by talking, others by doing. Deke Jones fell into the latter category.