Fortunes' Women. Kathie DeNosky

      Fortunes’ Women

      Mistress of Fortune

      Kathie DeNosky

      Expecting

      a Fortune

      Jan Colley

      Fortune’s

      Forbidden Woman

      Heidi Betts

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Mistress of Fortune

      About the Author

      KATHIE DeNOSKY lives in her native southern Illinois with her husband and one very spoiled Jack Russell terrier. She writes highly sensual stories with a generous amount of humour. Kathie’s books have appeared on the Waldenbooks bestseller list and received a Write Touch Readers’ Award from WisRWA and a National Readers’ Choice Award. She enjoys going to rodeos, travelling to research settings for her books and listening to country music. Readers may contact Kathie at: PO Box 2064, Herrin, Illinois 62948-5264, USA or e-mail her at [email protected].

      This book is dedicated to the authors of the

      FORTUNES. It was a real pleasure working with you

      and I hope we get to do it again soon.

      One

      “Good morning, this is Sasha Kilgore, public relations assistant.”

      “Hi, Sasha. Blake Fortune, here.”

      At the sound of his smooth baritone filtering through the phone into her ear, Sasha’s heart skipped a beat and she had to remind herself to breathe. “Hello, Blake. What can I do for you today?”

      “I need a favor, Sasha.”

      Every time he said her name, a tiny little flutter in the pit of her stomach reminded her that she apparently still carried the remnants of a schoolgirl’s crush for the youngest of the Fortune men.

      “I’ll do what I can,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound too eager. “What do you need?”

      “You.”

      “Me?” Her pulse raced and the room suddenly felt as if it had become a vacuum.

      “I know this is late in the game to be asking about something like this, but I’m opening a new casino here in Deadwood toward the end of the month and I need your help coming up with a special PR campaign to kick things off. I want it to run though the summer to attract vacationers.”

      It was completely ridiculous, but she felt a little disappointed that his call wasn’t of a personal nature. “Hotels and the gaming industry aren’t exactly my area of expertise.”

      Why hadn’t he consulted his own PR director? Surely he had one. After all, this would be the third casino he’d opened in the past four years and she’d heard through the office grapevine that he’d recently formed his own corporation.

      “Come on, sweetheart.” His use of the endearment sent a little shiver straight up her spine. “We both know you’re one of the best. Otherwise you wouldn’t be working for Dakota Fortune.”

      She felt warm all over from just the sound of his voice. “So now you’re going to resort to charm and flattery?”

      “Is it working?”

      She laughed. “No, but it’s nice to hear.”

      “Tell me you’ll help me out here, Sasha,” he said, his voice taking on the no-nonsense tone she was used to hearing from him. “My public relations director is out on family medical leave, helping his wife with their new twin girls and I’m up against a wall on this. Fortune’s Gold is opening in three weeks.”

      “I’ve never seen the place and that makes it extremely difficult to come up with ideas that would work for you,” she warned.

      “Not a problem. Just set a day and time and I’ll send my private jet to pick you up.”

      “I could probably research your needs on the Internet, then—”

      “You’ll get a better idea if you see the operation firsthand,” he said obstinately.

      If there was one thing about the Fortune men that she knew as surely as she knew her own name, it was that they didn’t take no for an answer.

      Sighing, she reached for her electronic planner. “The earliest I could possibly meet with you would be day after tomorrow. Would that be convenient or would the following week be better?”

      “Friday’s great. I’ll be looking forward to seeing you. Plan on spending the weekend here in Deadwood, then we’ll fly back to Sioux Falls together on Monday morning.”

      “That’s three days.”

      “Your math skills are impressive.”

      “And your persistence is annoying.”

      His deep chuckle caught her off guard. To her knowledge, she hadn’t heard him laugh in years and she’d come to the conclusion that his brothers, Case and Creed, had been right when they’d insisted that Blake didn’t have a sense of humor. Apparently, they’d been wrong.

      “Come on, Sasha. You’ll be able to get an idea of what my clientele experience while they’re here. That should help you come up with a more attractive promotional offer. And besides, it’ll be a nice little break away from the rat race.”

      Oh, he was good. He knew just what to say and just how far to lower his voice to make her feel as if it really meant a lot to him for her to spend the weekend working on his promotion campaign.

      “I suppose it would be nice to get away for a weekend,” she said slowly. “I just wasn’t aware that it would take that much time to research what you need and come up with a viable plan.”

      “I thought since you’ll be here, you could go ahead and take a look at my other casinos and give me a fresh perspective on ways to promote those as well.” He paused. “But if it’s a problem …”

      When his voice trailed off, she shook her head at how masterful he was at getting what he wanted. “No, no problem. I should be able to clear my calendar for the weekend.” Truth to tell, she didn’t have anything planned beyond cleaning her apartment and vegging out in front of the television for a Julia Roberts movie marathon on one of the cable channels.

      “Then we’re set. I’ll have my pilot pick you up at eight on Friday morning. And, Sasha?”

      “Yes.”

      “Thanks.”

      He made the word sound extremely intimate and caused the fluttering in her stomach to go absolutely berserk. But before she could get her suddenly paralyzed vocal cords to respond, he hung up.

      “Who was that?”

      She