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  A Cowboy Named Fortune

  In a small Western town with more horses than people, feisty city reporter Ariana Lamonte may have uncovered the scoop of a lifetime: not one, not two, but three secret Fortunes, hiding in plain sight. Exposing these heretofore unknown Fortune heirs could make her career. But it could also break her heart.

  Falling in love with cowboy/military man Jayden Fortune was never part of the plan. When Jayden offered Ariana shelter from a storm, he didn’t know who she was—and she didn’t know what she was in for. Trapped in a dark, damp cellar with the sexy-as-sin rancher, Ariana unlassoed her inner cowgirl, and now she’s got a problem: her “secret Fortune” has become way more than just a story...

  MEET THE FORTUNES

  Fortune of the Month: Jayden Fortune

  Age: 36

  Vital Statistics: Tall, sexy cowboy. Former military with a penchant for adventure and pretty girls.

  Claim to Fame: He is one of three equally gorgeous triplets. Oh, and he may be the son of a billionaire.

  Romantic Prospects: Jayden has never had a problem attracting the female of the species. If anything, he’s had trouble fighting them off.

  “I traveled all over the world with the army, and I used to think I’d never come back to quiet old Paseo. But I’m older now—hopefully a little wiser, too—and there’s something to be said for ‘home, sweet home.’

  Not a lot happens in Paseo, usually. Who’d believe that a stunning city girl would get stuck here on the road to nowhere—and that we’d wind up trapped in a storm cellar together with no lights, no phone service and plenty of sparks? Ariana got under my skin right from the start. We’re different, all right, but I feel like she’s perfect for me. Or maybe a little too perfect? Just what is it that Ariana is hiding?”

  THE FORTUNES OF TEXAS: The Secret Fortunes— A new generation of heroes and heartbreakers!

  Dear Reader,

  I am so pleased to be able to revisit the fabulous Fortunes of Texas and the complications caused by that randy tech wizard Gerald Robinson/Jerome Fortune. We got to know Jerome in his present-day identity of Gerald when the Fortunes of Texas celebrated its 20th anniversary in 2016. Back then, I wrote about Gerald’s eldest son, Ben.

  Now I have the pleasure of introducing another son who happens to have come along before Gerald became, well, Gerald. When Jerome Fortune was still Jerome. When he still had—perhaps—a heart to give away to a woman. A woman who secretly gave him triplets.

  Jayden is one of those triplets. And the rancher certainly never knew he was one of “those” Fortunes. Not until a journalist named Ariana Lamonte blows into his life. He can handle the fact that the sexy city girl sets his heart on fire. But he’s not so sure he can handle the way she shakes up his very existence with her suspicion about who his daddy really is.

  So, settle in for another trip to the land of Fortune. I hope you enjoy the visit as much as I did!

  Wild West Fortune

  Allison Leigh

  Though she’s a frequent name on bestseller lists, Allison Leigh’s 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 she’s parked at her computer, and for blessing her with the kind of love she wants her readers to share with the characters living in the pages of her books. Contact her at allisonleigh.com.

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  A Child Under His Tree

  The BFF Bride

  One Night in Weaver...

  A Weaver Christmas Gift

  A Weaver Beginning

  A Weaver Vow

  A Weaver Proposal

  Courtney’s Baby Plan

  The Rancher’s Dance

  The Fortunes of Texas: All Fortune’s Children

  Fortune’s Secret Heir

  Men of the Double C

  A Weaver Holiday Homecoming

  A Weaver Baby

  A Weaver Wedding

  Wed in Wyoming

  Sarah and the Sheriff

  The Fortunes of Texas: Welcome to Horseback Hollow

  Fortune’s Prince

  Montana Mavericks: 20 Years in the Saddle!

  Destined for the Maverick

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from The Chase by Vanessa Fewings

  Chapter One

  “Girl, this is not good.”

  Ariana Lamonte made a face as she looked out the windows of her car. She hadn’t seen another vehicle for more than an hour. Grassland whipped in the wind all the way to the horizon in every direction. The same wind rocked her little car where she was parked on the dirt shoulder, and sent the thick clouds overhead racing across the sky. “Not good at all,” she repeated to herself.

  She fished her cell phone up from the passenger side floor by the charging cord tethering it to her dashboard. Using the GPS on the phone always drained the battery quickly, so she’d at least been prepared on that score when she’d set out from Austin that morning. But she sure wished she’d been better prepared with the address she was seeking. There was a dot blinking on her phone screen, right atop a barely discernible line that indicated the laughable excuse for a road on which she sat.

  But that was it. No town. No other roads.

  Nothing. Nada.

  For the third time, she checked her notes and verified the address she’d put into her GPS app. Everything matched.

  Which meant she ought to be sitting in the middle of a place called Paseo, Texas.

  Instead, she was sitting in the middle of...

  “Grass,” she muttered, looking out the windows again. “Nothing but grass and more grass.” And she’d wasted nearly an entire day getting there.

  The wind howled and her car rocked again. She studied her phone for a moment. The GPS dot blinked back at her, but there wasn’t a strong enough cell signal to even make a phone call or send a text message. Not that she particularly wanted to advertise to anyone that she wasn’t really home in her apartment where she was supposed to be working on an assignment for the magazine.

  Instead, she’d set out on yet another wild goose chasing down facts for the real life story behind Robinson Tech’s founder, Gerald Robinson. The real life story that would prove once and for all that Ariana Lamonte wasn’t just an internet blogger who’d more or less stumbled into print journalism. That she deserved her own spot on the map.

  Preferably a better map than the one her GPS was currently providing.

  She dropped the useless phone on the passenger seat and opened the thick pink notebook on the consol
e, clicking her pen a few times before sighing and drawing a line through the address as she thought about Gerald Robinson.

  For one thing, he was a tech industry giant. A household name well beyond the city limits of Austin, Texas, where Robinson Tech was based and where Austinites tended to follow his family like the Brits followed the Royals.

  On the surface, the billionaire had everything. Money. Power. Success. He was the father of eight children thanks to his long-standing marriage to a woman who didn’t seem outraged at all over the fairly recent revelation that he’d also fathered more than a few illegitimate children during that marriage.

  But what made the situation particularly interesting to Ariana was that Charlotte Prendergast Robinson had also been resolutely closemouthed since the truth came out a year ago that the very identity of the man she’d married was a fiction. Gerald Robinson was a creation of Jerome Fortune. A black-sheep relative of an immensely wealthy, immensely powerful family who’d all believed Jerome to be dead.

  Half the world had collectively gasped when that came out.

  But not Charlotte. It was as if there was nothing on earth capable of shocking or surprising Gerald’s wife.

  Though that wasn’t exactly accurate, either. If it weren’t for Charlotte, Ariana wouldn’t be trying to find Paseo.

  She flipped a page in her notes, chewing the inside of her cheek as she studied Charlotte’s photograph. Presumably, she enjoyed the perks of her position so much that she’d rather stand by her husband’s side than publicly express even the slightest hint of outrage and possibly hinder those perks.

  But would they really be hindered?

  Charlotte was clearly the injured party in the Robinson marriage. Ariana had found no record of the couple ever having a prenuptial agreement. Their marriage predated Robinson Tech’s astronomical success. Success that hadn’t been hurt in the least by Gerald’s scandals. If anything, the company was stronger than ever. If Charlotte chose to walk away from a philandering husband, she’d be walking away with at least half of their fortune. The luxurious lifestyle to which she was accustomed wouldn’t be changed in the least.

  And it wasn’t as if the children she and Gerald had together would necessarily be affected. They were all accomplished adults in their own rights. Ariana had profiled many of them, as well as some of Gerald’s illegitimate offspring, in her series, “Becoming a Fortune,” for Weird Life Magazine.

  As she’d gotten to know them, she’d formed the opinion that Charlotte was hardly the most loving mother in the world. The woman seemed more involved with her charity work than she was in their lives—even when they had been much younger. Admittedly, none of them had derogatory things to say about their mother. They were too classy for that. But Ariana still sensed there was some curiosity regarding their mother’s steadfast loyalty to their father.

  And Ariana was pretty curious, too. Particularly after she’d managed to get a moment alone with the excessively private woman at one of Charlotte’s recent fund-raisers. All Ariana had asked her for was a little clarification about a newspaper article she’d found at the Austin History Center. Not once had Ariana seen the woman look even remotely rattled until she’d grabbed Ariana’s arm, escorting her personally from the function with the warning that she was not going to treat kindly anyone digging up useless old dirt about Paseo.

  So far, Charlotte had said, she’d tolerated Ariana’s vacuous magazine series, but it would be an easy matter for her to have a “little talk” with the local magazine about the harassment her family was receiving at the hands of Ariana. After all, she and the publisher sat on a few boards together.

  Ariana could have argued the harassment point, but she’d chosen to leave instead. The tacit threat about her job would have been more worrisome if not for the fact that she had bigger fish to fry than the magazine where she worked. Now she had a book deal. The kind of deal where Ariana could really make her mark as a biographer.

  But she hadn’t left empty-handed. Because not once had Ariana ever mentioned Paseo in any of her pieces. She hadn’t even heard of the name before. It hadn’t been in the article Ariana had uncovered. That had simply been a decades-old society feature about Charlotte and Gerald’s wedding.

  And Ariana wasn’t even certain now that Mrs. Robinson had meant the town of Paseo. It could just as easily be a person’s name. Maybe the name of a company...

  Ariana looked out the window again. Not that the town seemed to exist outside of a map.

  Which meant she’d have to go back to the drawing board where Gerald’s life was concerned. She wanted to tell the story that no one else had already told.

  Yes, Gerald had been born as Jerome Fortune. Yes, he’d cut his ties with his real family so decisively that he’d even faked his own death. Then he’d effectively disappeared from all existence until one day springing forth as Gerald Robinson. And soon after, he’d made Charlotte Prendergast his bride.

  It ought to have been a grand love story. Gerald and Charlotte went on to have eight children together, for heaven’s sake. There’d been countless articles and news stories about them. Yet now it came out that Gerald had consistently strayed. Even during the earliest years of their marriage, he’d been off Johnny-Appleseeding with other women.

  Was it simply a character flaw? He wasn’t the first brilliant, powerful man to have a weakness for women. Or was there something deeper? Another secret that motived him?

  What had really happened between Jerome’s “demise” and Gerald’s explosive success in the tech field?

  That was a big black hole into which her book would shine a good, long light.

  And that was why she was sitting on the side of the road in the middle of Grassland, USA.

  She rubbed her face and wished she hadn’t finished her Starbucks coffee two hours earlier. It would take her hours to get back to Austin. She’d do better to just keep plowing onward. She knew she had to be close to the state line by now, which would put Oklahoma City much closer.

  A decent hotel bed. A lot of fresh coffee. Then she could hop on the interstate and drive back to Austin in the morning. It would still take five or six hours, but at least she’d be driving faster than the snail’s pace she’d had to use during today’s wasted trek. She’d be home in plenty of time to finish up her article about the grand opening of Austin Commons, Austin’s newest multiuse complex scheduled for the end of the month. She wouldn’t even have been assigned the story if the project’s architect hadn’t been Keaton Whitfield. He’d been one of her first “Becoming a Fortune” subjects.

  She sighed and tossed aside her notes, peering through the windshield again. The clouds were angrily black, and lightning flashed in the distance.

  A sharp crack on the side window made her jump so hard she banged her elbow on the steering wheel.

  The sight of a man standing on the road right next to her car, though, made her nearly scream.

  She reared away from the window, slamming her foot on the brake and jabbing the push-button start.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” the man yelled through the window. From the corner of her eye she saw him tip back his black cowboy hat. “Don’t run me over, honey! Just checking that you’re all right.”

  Hesitating was stupid. Every single thing she’d ever read or written about a woman’s personal safety told her that. Her heart was lodged somewhere up in her ears, pounding so loudly she felt nauseated.

  The wind ripped, yanking the hat off the man’s head, and she heard him curse before he jogged after it.

  She could have driven off right then, but the sight of him chasing after his hat, reaching down more than once trying to scoop it up as it rolled and bounced along the road, kept her in place.

  That, and the sight in her rearview mirror of a shaggy brown-and-black dog hanging its head out the window of the dusty pickup truck parked behind her.
r />   Did ax murderers tie bandanna kerchiefs around their dogs’ necks?

  “Get a grip, girl.” She put the car in gear but kept her foot on the brake. The guy finally caught his cowboy hat and jammed it back on his head as he strode back toward her car.

  This time, when he leaned down to look in her window, he kept his hand clamped on top of his hat, holding it in place. “Got a bad storm coming, ma’am. I can give you directions if you’re lost.”

  “I’m not lost.”

  He squinted his clear brown eyes at her, clearly skeptical.

  Her heart was back in her chest again, pounding harder than usual, but at least in the right sector of her body. She need only hit the gas to drive off.

  And she’d already wasted a whole day...

  She surreptitiously double-checked that her doors were locked and squinted back at him. If he was an ax murderer, he was a fine-looking one. And what his rear end did for his plain old blue jeans was a work of art. He wouldn’t have any difficulty getting a woman to follow him most anywhere.

  Not her, of course. She was too smart to get bowled over by a stranger just because he happened to be—as her mama would have said—a handsome cuss. If he was an ax murderer, he was going to have to work a little harder than that.

  She reined in her stampeding imagination and wondered if she should give writing fiction a try, since she was so far doing such a bang-up job on the biography.

  Despite common sense and caution, she rolled down her window. Her hair immediately blew around her face. She grabbed her phone and held it out for the stranger to see the map displayed on the screen. “I’m looking for a town called Paseo. Paseo, Texas,” she elaborated just in case she had crossed into Oklahoma without knowing it.

  He ducked his head when another dirty gust blew across them. “What kinda business you got there?”

  She squinted at him. “Well, that’s my business, isn’t it?”

  He yanked off his hat, evidently tired of trying to keep it in place. The wind chopped through his brown hair and pulled at the collar of his gray-and-white plaid shirt, revealing more of his suntanned throat. “Gonna be my business if I have to haul your toy car here out of a ditch when this storm gets worse.” He thumped the top of her car with his hand. “You want Paseo, you almost found it. Up the road a ways, you gotta cross a small bridge and then you’ll see the sign. But you’d better get your pretty self going before those clouds open up. This isn’t a road you want to be on in a storm.”