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GETTING LUCKY
Fortune, Colorado #1
Jennifer Seasons
Releasing April 21st, 2015
Avon Impulse
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?
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Excerpt
Excerpt
It had
been tough growing up with parents who were too busy maintaining the family
name to spend any quality time with their children, but she’d had Colleen. As
much as her sister made her sometimes want to wash her mouth out with soap and
sit her down with a wholesome Hallmark made-for-TV movie to cleanse her
corrupted brain, she was thankful every single day for her.
It
helped telling herself that dissecting cadavers during medical school had
warped her lovely sister’s mind, so having it permanently in the gutter wasn’t
her fault.
She
was joking.
Mostly.
Taking
a big breath to help soothe her quivering stomach, she gave her sister’s hand a
quick squeeze. “You’re right. I know you are. I just get so frustrated with him
sometimes, you know?”
Colleen
pulled her in for a swift all-business hug, the time for emotion clearly behind
them. “I know. But hey, think of this adventure as fodder you can use later to
write that Great American Novel you’ve always dreamed about.”
A
snort escaped Shannon. “Clearly you’re delusional if you think I want to write
a novel, much less have the capability,” she couldn’t help teasing.
Colleen
rolled her eyes and gave Shannon’s arm a playful shove. “See what I get for
being sympathetic? Sarcasm. I get sarcasm and derision from my only and most
beloved sibling.” Her expression remained serious for a moment, but Shannon
knew it was about to crack. Seconds later a grin split her deceptively
wholesome face and she laughed. “Thank God I’m rarely sympathetic, or else that
might hurt.”
Shannon
laughed at that. Sensitivity wasn’t the youngest Charlemagne’s strong suit. Not
by a long shot. It was one of the things that made her so incredibly strong. And
it was one of the main reasons she was at the top of her class at Harvard. She
was the most goal-oriented person Shannon had ever known. Colleen didn’t let
pesky things like emotions get in the way of her achieving her dreams.
If
only she could say the same for herself.
At
that moment a very large semitruck rounded the bend in the highway behind them
and lumbered past, its trailer swaying from the constant turns along the tight
mountain roads. When the flannel-clad driver spotted the two of them on the
side of the road, he blared his horn and made a highly inappropriate hand
gesture out the window toward them. It seemed that she and her sister were
being invited to take a little lap nap with him.
“In
your dreams, jerk!” Colleen yelled to the retreating semitruck, making a hand
gesture of her own, and then gave Shannon an incredulous look. “Can you believe
that guy?” Shannon shrugged and started to talk, but Colleen cut her off by
exclaiming, “Like I’d ever do that with a guy who wore flannel!”
Her
sister sounded so offended that Shannon couldn’t stop the burst of laughter
that let loose. “Heaven forbid!”
Colleen
leveled her with a stare and said flatly, “It was plaid, Shannon. Plaid.”
Trying
to wrangle her laughter but finding the effort futile, she gave into the giggle
fit and braced herself against the rental car for support. It occurred to her
the laughter might be misplaced nerves and that she was really just an
anxiety-ridden mess over the duplicitous mission she was about embark upon.
But
then again, maybe not. The look of horror on her sister’s face at the thought
of sleeping with a guy who wore plaid flannel was outright hilarious. And
priceless. Turns out, there actually was
one thing in this world that could make the unflappable Colleen Charlemagne
flappable.
“What
about this Sean Muldoon?” Shannon asked her sister after the giggles had
subsided and she could speak again. “You said he’s pretty hot. Would you do him
if he wore plaid flannel?”
Colleen
appeared to contemplate the question, but only made a little hum in her throat.
“Dad’s waiting, Shan. Why don’t you get this show on the road and find out for
yourself?”
Sighing
at the twinge of guilt that told her she was indeed procrastinating and they
both knew it, Shannon took one more calming breath and then grabbed her small
duffle bag from the backseat. Everything she needed was in there. Much as she
didn’t like the truth, it was time to do this thing.
Suddenly
swamped with anxiety, she spun to her sister. “I can do this, right?”
Receiving
a fierce hug in response, Shannon squared her shoulders and settled the duffle
bag strap more comfortably across her body. She glanced down the long lane
again and felt her insides shiver. She could do this. No big thing.
All
that was at stake was everything.
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