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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?
Excerpt
Shannon glanced at a stand of
early June aspens swaying in the gentle breeze and smiled softly. The
leaves were such a tender shade of green against the white of the
bark; there wasn’t anything like them back home in Saratoga
Springs, New York, which was too bad because they were beautiful. The
leaves danced on the wind like gypsies around a campfire.
“It’s beautiful here.” She
couldn’t help admitting it. Even the sunshine on her face felt
amazing. “It’s such a gorgeous day, isn’t it? If this guy
doesn’t hire me, I’ll hike back down to the entrance here and
meet you. I’ll text you once I know if I got the job.”
Colleen shifted and crossed her
arms, her voice oddly neutral when she replied, “Of course. I was
planning to wait.”
Shannon narrowed her eyes,
suddenly suspicious of her sister’s tone. “Did Dad tell you to
leave me here anyway?” It would be so like him to force his will on
her even from two thousand miles away. No way did she want to be
stranded out in the wilds of the Colorado Rockies with no
transportation. It was something like seven miles back into town. Not
exactly a leisurely afternoon stroll in the park.
“I’m sorry, Shan, but I have
to. You know how Dad is. In his mind, you’ll work harder to secure
the job if you don’t have any backup waiting for you. He called it
‘added incentive.’
” Sympathy and
understanding shone in her eyes. They both knew all too well what
that meant. “I wish I could stay here to make sure it all goes
well, but I can’t. My orders are to head straight back to the hotel
and call Dad to receive instructions. Before you ask, I have no idea
what he has planned for me.”
Instinctively Shannon’s back
went up. Callum Charlemagne was so very fond of his orders. How else
best to rule the kingdom, right?
Feeling that old tension settle
between her shoulder blades, Shannon began to pace. Some things just
never changed, no matter how old she was. His penchant for bullying
made her as angry today as it had when she was a teenager.
Colleen placed a hand on her arm,
gently stopping her midstride. “He loves us, Shannon. In his way,
the best he can. And he legitimately needs your help.” Her fingers
gripped tightly for a brief moment and then released, her expression
suddenly pensive. “This time we all do.”
That simple truth took the fire
out of Shannon. They all needed her to step up. Her family was the
majority shareholder in the company, but for how much longer, no one
knew. They’d had to borrow against the stock, and there was no
money to repay the loan since they had so few clients generating cash
flow.
No income, no majority control of
the company—no farm.
Why? Because her family
farm was owned by the company. And without the security of owning 51
percent of the stock, they could be booted off the place without a
moment’s notice. In every way, they and the business—their very
future—would
be at the whim of the company.
It still grated, knowing that
truth. Not only had the business been in the Charlemagne line for
generations, the farm was home. It held all their best memories—like
how every Christmas her mother made homemade cinnamon rolls with
cream cheese frosting for breakfast and everyone sat in front of the
fireplace with their newly opened gifts and chowed down. They all got
to eat with their fingers. It was heaven.
And in all actuality, it was the
one time of year that her parents really and truly relaxed. They
laughed and smiled, and seemed to leave the bad stuff behind—or at
least alone. The rest of the year the stress of simply being a
Charlemagne and managing everything that entailed wore them down.
Christmas was their time to breathe.
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