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      Available in April 2010 from Mills & Boon^® Special Moments^™

       Fortune’s Woman

      by RaeAnne Thayne &

       A Fortune Wedding

      by Kristin Hardy

       Reining in the Rancher

      by Karen Templeton &

       His Brother’s Secret

      by Debra Salonen

       Healing the MD’s Heart

      by Nicole Foster &

       Welcome Home, Daddy

      by Carrie Weaver

       The Bravo Bachelor

      by Christine Rimmer

       The Nanny Solution

      by Teresa Hill

       An Ideal Father

      by Elaine Grant

       Not Without Her Family

      by Beth Andrews

       FORTUNE’S WOMAN

       “I’m not the kind of man you need, Julie. I wish I could be. You have no idea how much.”

      “How did you become such an expert on what I need?”

      “It’s my job to understand people. I have to be able to read people, to understand their motivations, their personality types.”

      “And what’s my personality type?”

      “You’re a nurturer. A natural healer. You take people who are hurting and broken and you try to fix them.”

      “And you don’t want to be healed.”

      Ross bristled. “I’m not broken.”

      “Aren’t you?”

       A FORTUNE WEDDING

       “We were so young,” Frannie whispered. “What we were feeling wasn’t real. It would never have worked.”

      “Maybe, maybe not. Maybe this is all about another chance.”

      “How can we have another chance? I’m not the same person I was. Neither are you.”

      “You think so?” Roberto murmured. “Let’s find

      out.”

      And he leaned in to press his mouth to hers.

      Nearly two decades had passed and she’d forgotten a million and one things in that time. But she remembered his kisses, oh, she remembered his kisses.

      Fortune’s Woman

      By

      RaeAnne Thayne

      A Fortune Wedding

      By

      Kristin Hardy

      MILLS & BOON®

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Fortune’s Woman

      By

RaeAnne Thayne

      RaeAnne Thayne finds inspiration in the beautiful northern Utah mountains, where she lives with her husband and three children. Her books have won numerous honours, including two RITA^® Award nominations from Romance Writers of America and a Career Achievement Award from Romantic Times BOOKreviews magazine. RaeAnne loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www. raeannethayne.com.

       Chapter One

       What was the punk doing?

      Ross Fortune stood beside a canvas awning–covered booth at the art fair of the Red Rock Spring Fling, keeping a careful eye on the rough-looking kid with the eyebrow bolt and the lip ring.

      The kid seemed out of place in the booth full of framed Wild West art—photographs of steely-eyed cowboys lined up on a weathered fence, tow-headed toddlers wobbling in giant Tony Lamas, a trio of horses grazing against a stormy sky.

      Yeah, he might be jumping to conclusions, but it didn’t seem like the sort of artwork that would interest somebody who looked more wannabe rock star than cowboy, with his inky black hair, matching black jeans and T-shirt, and pale skin. But as Ross watched, the kid—who looked on the small side of maybe fourteen or fifteen—thumbed through the selection of unframed prints like they were the most fascinating things in the world.

      Ross wouldn’t have paid him any attention, except that for the past ten minutes he couldn’t help noticing the kid as he moseyed from booth to booth in the gathering twilight, his eyes constantly shifting around. The punk seemed abnormally aware of where the artist-vendor of each booth stood at all times, tracking their movements under dark eyelashes.

      Until the western photographs, he hadn’t seemed much interested in whatever wares the artists were selling. Instead, he had all the tell-tale signs of somebody casing the place, looking for something easy to lift.

      Okay, Ross was rushing to judgment. But something about the way the kid’s gaze never stopped moving set all his alarm bells ringing. Even after the crowds started to abate as everybody headed toward the dance several hundred yards away, the kid continued ambling through the displays, as if he were searching for the perfect mark.

      And suddenly he must have found it.

      As Ross watched, the kid’s gaze sharpened on a pink flowered bag somebody had carelessly left on a folding chair.

      He moved to take a step forward, his own attention homing in on the boy, but just at that moment somebody jostled him.

      “Sorry,” muttered a dark-haired man in a Stetson who looked vaguely familiar. “I was looking for someone and wasn’t watching where I was going.”

      “No problem,” Ross answered. But when he looked back, the kid was gone—and so was the slouchy flowered bag.

      Adrenaline pumped through him. Finally! Chasing a shoplifter was just what he needed right now.

      He had been bored to tears all day and would have left hours ago and headed back to San Antonio if he hadn’t been volunteered by his family to help out on security detail for the Spring Fling, which was Red Rock’s biggest party of the year.

      At least now, maybe he might be able to have a little something to relieve the tedium of the day so he couldn’t consider it a complete waste.

      He stepped out of the booth and scanned the crowd. He saw his cousin J.R. helping Isabella Mendoza begin to pack away the wares at her textiles booth down the row a ways and he saw the Latino man in the Stetson who had bumped into him standing at a corner of a nearby watercolor booth.

      He also spied his despised brother-in-law, Lloyd Fredericks, skulking through the crowd, headed toward a section behind the tents and awnings, away from the public thoroughfare.

      No doubt he was up to no good. If Ross wasn’t on the hunt for a purse snatcher, he would have taken off after Lloyd, just for the small-minded pleasure of harassing the bastard a little.

      He finally spotted the kid near a booth displaying colorful, froufrou dried-flower arrangements. He moved quietly into position behind him, his gaze unwavering.

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