Wed By Fortune

Wed By Fortune
Judy Duarte

You are cordially invitedTo witness the courtshipOf Graham Fortune Robinson&Sasha-Marie Gibault Smith.Graham has always thought of Sasha as his “little sister.”Sasha has always considered the rugged rancher out of her league.Now that Sasha is all grown up, there is nothing keeping them apart . . . Except she has a daughter. An ex-husband. And a very noticeable baby bump. And the always-proper Graham suddenly finds himself thinking very sexy thoughts about the sweet single mom!Perhaps Fortune is finally smiling on Graham–in the form of the true love this rich, unencumbered cowboy has always longed for!

MEET THE FORTUNES!

Fortune of the Month: Graham Fortune Robinson

Age: 32

Vital statistics: Broad shoulders, rugged build and a heart as big as Texas.

Claim to fame: Graham has shunned the family’s multimillion-dollar business in favor of a rancher’s life on the Galloping G. His father would say he has “untapped potential.” Graham believes he is already living the dream.

Romantic prospects: Impossible. He’s crushing on his childhood buddy Sasha-Marie Smith. She has a seven-year-old daughter and is expecting a second one. Did we mention that she is technically still married? Her soon-to-be ex walked out on her and she’s seven months pregnant. He’s sure romance is the very last thing on her mind.

“I’ve never done what anyone has expected of me. I’m a cowboy in a family of computer geeks. I’d rather punch a cow than a time clock. And I’d rather live alone than settle.

So now I’ve finally found my Miss Right. But the timing is absolutely wrong. Sasha has a baby on the way. Maybe she’s still stuck on her ex. And for sure she doesn’t think of me as anything other than a friend. What kind of guy pursues a woman who’s got so much weighing on her slender shoulders?

On the other hand, what self-respecting cowboy can ignore a beautiful damsel in distress?”

The Fortunes of Texas:All Fortune’s Children— Money. Family. Cowboys. Meet the Austin Fortunes!

Wed by Fortune

Judy Duarte

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Since 2002, USA TODAY bestselling author JUDY DUARTE has written over forty books for Mills & Boon, earned two RITA® Award nominations, won two MAGGIE® Awards and received a National Reader’s Choice Award. When she’s not cooped up in her writing cave, she enjoys traveling with her husband and spending quality time with her grandchildren. You can learn more about Judy and her books at her website, www.judyduarte.com (http://www.judyduarte.com), or at Facebook.com/judyduartenovelist (http://www.Facebook.com/judyduartenovelist).

To Allison Leigh, Stella Bagwell, Karen Rose Smith, Michelle Major and Nancy Robards Thompson. And to the fabulous Marcia Book Adirim, who has those amazing stories of the Fortunes dancing in her head.

Thanks for working with me on the 2016 Fortunes of Texas Anniversary series and for making this book a pleasure to write!

Contents

Cover (#uf431d910-6195-51c3-8d63-66fd721b3c36)

Introduction (#u51830085-b3b9-5b00-bd9d-be5063f9d5fa)

Title Page (#ubdc7ba21-e0f3-5282-b1ec-e3569df29fd5)

About the Author (#u0e5937c8-f0f9-5eaa-81b2-042e3c47b704)

Dedication (#u227a3e26-bc43-569f-865e-0777e85b2b02)

Chapter One (#ulink_93fa3267-08ea-55c8-a356-105d3f00f391)

Chapter Two (#ulink_25ce7d12-5c0a-5b13-8f58-829757359f08)

Chapter Three (#ulink_d538adee-c9c4-58d5-812b-88109e7ed835)

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Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter One (#ulink_8951c9fc-29a9-5790-8d3f-1595203aef17)

Graham Robinson had spent the morning working up a good sweat, thanks to a drunken teenager who’d gotten behind the wheel of a Cadillac Escalade after a rowdy, unsupervised party last night.

The kid had apparently lost control of the expensive, late-model SUV and plowed through a large section of the fence at the Galloping G Ranch, where Graham lived. Then he left the vehicle behind and ran off.

Both Graham and the sheriff who’d been here earlier knew it had been a teenager because on the passenger seat a frayed backpack, as well as a catcher’s mitt, sat next to an invitation with directions to a ranch six miles down the road.

Sadly, the same thing could easily have happened to him, when he’d been seventeen. That’s why he and Roger Gibault, his friend and the owner of the ranch, were determined to turn the Galloping G into a place where troubled teenage boys could turn their lives around.

Back in the day, both Graham and Roger’s late son had what Roger called rebellious streaks. Graham’s dad, the patriarch of the famous Austin Robinsons—and an alleged member of the Fortune family—wasn’t so open-minded.

But after Peter’s tragic death, things had changed. Graham had changed. Now, instead of creating problems for others to clean up, Graham was digging out several damaged posts and replacing broken railings.

After he hammered one last nail into the rail he’d been fixing, he blew out a sigh and glanced at the well-trained Appaloosa gelding that was grazing nearby on an expanse of green grass. He’d driven out here earlier in the twelve-year-old Gator ATV, but the engine had been skipping. So after unloading his tools and supplies, he’d taken it back to the barn, where Roger could work on the engine. Then he’d ridden back on the gelding. Hopefully, Roger had the vehicle fixed by now. If not, they’d probably have to replace it with a newer model.

When the familiar John Deere engine sounded, Graham looked over his shoulder. Sure enough, Roger had worked his mechanical magic and was approaching at a fairly good clip.

Moments later, the aging rancher pulled to a stop, the engine idling smoothly.

Glad to have a break, Graham winked at his elderly friend. “Did you come out here to check up on me and make sure I wasn’t loafing?”