Getting
Lucky
Fortune, Colorado #1
By:
Jennifer Seasons
Releasing
April 21st, 2015
Avon
Impulse
Getting Lucky
Fortune Colorado Series
Welcome
to Fortune, Colorado—where the air is clean, the men are rugged,
and the all the good ones… are bachelors.
Born
into the infamous Charlemagne equestrian empire, Shannon has been
raised to do whatever it takes for the family business. Even if it
means going undercover and digging up dirt on a competitor. It's easy
enough when she believes he's a bad guy whose success seems too good
to be true. In fact, Shannon's excited to put the aggravatingly sexy
Irishman in his place and get back in her father's good graces. All
she needs is to stay focused on the goal … and out of Sean
Muldoon's arms.
From stealing a thoroughbred racehorse from the Irish mob to striking gold in the mountains of Colorado, there's little Sean hasn't experienced. But when it comes to resisting his hot new stable manager, he's out of luck. With the mob hot on his heels, keeping Shannon off their radar is all but impossible, and he's not about to put her in danger too. Sean wants Shannon, but how can he offer her a future … when he can't even guarantee tomorrow?
From stealing a thoroughbred racehorse from the Irish mob to striking gold in the mountains of Colorado, there's little Sean hasn't experienced. But when it comes to resisting his hot new stable manager, he's out of luck. With the mob hot on his heels, keeping Shannon off their radar is all but impossible, and he's not about to put her in danger too. Sean wants Shannon, but how can he offer her a future … when he can't even guarantee tomorrow?
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Humor
shimmered in her sister’s hazel eyes as she tipped her head toward
the huge Pine Creek Ranch sign that hung suspended from wooden beams
arching over the entrance. Her blond hair brushed across her freckled
cheeks as she said, “I wouldn’t be so hasty in keeping those
girls on the shelf if I were you . . . I saw Sean Muldoon in person.”
“When?”
“During
the races in Kentucky this past May with his Triple Crown winner,
Something Unexpected. This guy that Dad is sending you to spy on is
full-on Irish—with the accent to prove it—and downright sexy.
He’s like an Irish Dove bar—you know just by looking at him that
he’s dark, smooth, and addictive. He moves with this loose,
long-limbed gate and has an easy smile, but there’s something
almost dangerous about him just bubbling under the surface. It’s
seriously potent.” Colleen fanned herself and grinned. “It’s
too bad I’m such a blabbermouth, because I’d dig up the goods on
him, all right.”
Shannon
remained silent and waited for it. It had to be coming.
“Of
course, I’d see if Muldoon was as fast to the finish line as his
racehorses are while I was at it, if you know what I mean.” Her
sister finished with an overly dramatic eyebrow wiggle and wink.
And
there it was. Right on schedule. That’s one of the things she loved
most about her only sibling—she was reliable. If there was ever an
opening for a crude comment to be slipped in, you could bet she was
all over it.
That’s
what she said, Shannon thought.
Crap!
Damn it, now Colleen had her doing it too. Figured.
“Let’s
go through this one last time,” Shannon said briskly. “I’m
supposed to find this Sean Muldoon and tell him I’m responding to
his ad for the stable manager position and convince him to hire me.”
She stared down the long gravel lane beyond the ranch’s entrance as
it lazily rounded a bend and disappeared into a sea of aspen, spruce,
and pine in the distance.
Into
Sean Muldoon’s ranch.
She’d
learned from her father that Pine Creek sat on about one hundred
acres, though it was hard to tell at the moment from the thick grove
of trees that flanked each side of the single-lane road. It looked
more like the entrance to a state forest, not a sprawling horse
ranch.
But,
as Shannon knew better than most, looks were most often deceiving.
Nervously swiping her hands down the thighs of her worn denim jeans,
she continued reviewing the plan that their father had designed,
hoping that repeating everything would help her focus.
Colleen
opened her mouth and started to say, “That’s why you should—”
Shannon
held her hand up like a crossing guard. “I know, use the ladies. I
get it.” She probably could if she wanted to, honestly. They
weren’t bad. A quick glance downward confirmed that claim. Not bad
at all. A little on the small side, but so what? What she lacked up
top she made up for on the bottom with an ample and curvy derriere.
Depending
on the day, that was either a blessing or a curse.
However,
given that she was a professional equestrian and spent half her life
bouncing around on a horse (with skill and grace, of course), having
the extra padding was more often a bonus than not. Her butt was like
a car’s suspension system—it absorbed the shock and made the
impact of jumping her horse feel like the smooth ride of a Rolls
Royce. Not that she was going to upstage big-butted celebrities or
anything, but it wouldn’t be a runaway victory if they did
compare backsides. Only she had earned hers the cheap and easy way:
genetic inheritance.
Colleen
cleared her throat. “Dad’s gut is saying that either Muldoon or
one of his trainers is doping the Thoroughbreds with steroids before
the races.” Her sister’s eyes flickered and unfocused briefly,
like she was recalling a memory. “I’ve seen them run. They’ve
got rockets for hooves, Shan.”
No
wonder all of the company’s clients had bailed on their breeding
program over the past few years. Shannon knew they were down to a
teeny-tiny trickle, and if she didn’t find a way to reverse that
fast, then they were going to go bankrupt and lose the farm. And it
was the only thing of material value they had left. Over the years
her father had sold off everything else. All the jewels,
cars—everything. It hadn’t escaped her notice that the walls of
her childhood home were now mostly bare, when priceless Monet
originals and the like had once hung there.
Not
for the first time, she wondered what had happened to all the
family’s money. Where were all their millions disappearing to? It
didn’t make sense. Not in the least. But pondering that made
Shannon’s stomach go tight and queasy, so she stopped. With effort
she grappled with her thoughts and redirected them to the immediate
problem at hand.
Jennifer
Seasons has been a lifelong writer and reader. She lives with her
husband and four children in the mountains of rural New England. An
enormous yet lovable dog and the world's coolest cat keep them
company. When she's not writing, she loves spending time with her
family outdoors exploring her beautiful new home state, learning the
joys of organic gardening, and—if she's lucky—relaxing in her
hammock under the trees with a really good book.
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