Fortune's Surprise Engagement. Nancy Thompson Robards

      

      My Big Fake Boyfriend

      Olivia Fortune Robinson has done some crazy things in her life, but this has to be one of the craziest. She has just propositioned sexy Alejandro Mendoza to be her pretend boyfriend for a week. What’s even crazier? He said yes!

      They’re doing it all for Sophie—or so they think. Liv’s cynical view of marriage accidentally convinced her little sister to call off her own wedding, and Liv has to fix things and quick. What better way than to “fall in love” herself? Tall, dark and alpha, Alejandro doesn’t seem to mind having Liv on his arm—or in his bed. But when the two commitment-phobes suddenly become faux fiancés, Liv’s traitorous heart starts to fall for real... Is Alejandro’s far behind?

      MEET THE FORTUNES

      Fortune of the Month: Olivia Fortune Robinson

      Age: 28

      Vital statistics: The smart one and the pretty one. But don’t waste your time.

      Claim to fame: The last single Fortune Robinson daughter.

      Romantic prospects: Her heart is shut up so tight it would take a crowbar to pry it open.

      “After everything I’ve seen in my parents’ marriage, I’d have to be crazy to want to get married myself. But I never intended to make my sister Sophie call off her own wedding! If I don’t do something fast, she’s going to lose Mason. He’s one of the good guys. I can’t let that happen.

      Enter exhibit A: Alejandro Mendoza. Our family has a long-standing tradition of falling for Mendoza men, and Alejandro is the hottest hottie of the bunch. If I can make Sophie believe that I’ve fallen head over heels for him, her own cold feet will warm up. As for me? Having Alejandro as my make-believe boyfriend is a price I’m more than willing to pay. The trick is remembering it’s just pretend…”

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      The Fortunes of Texas: The Secret Fortunes: A new generation of heroes and heartbreakers!

      Fortune’s Surprise Engagement

      Nancy Robards Thompson

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      National bestselling author NANCY ROBARDS THOMPSON holds a degree in journalism. She worked as a newspaper reporter until she realized reporting “just the facts” bored her silly. Now that she has much more content to report to her muse, Nancy loves writing women’s fiction and romance full-time. Critics have deemed her work “funny, smart and observant.” She resides in Florida with her husband and daughter. You can reach her at www.nancyrobardsthompson.com and Facebook.com/nancyrobardsthompsonbooks.

      This book is dedicated to Susan Litman and Marcia Book Adirim, the heart and soul of the Fortunes. And to Melanie Ashman for naming the signature drink Olivia served at Sophie’s bachelorette party!

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Extract

       Copyright

       Chapter One

      “It’s time to break out the Fuzzy Handcuffs, Mike.” Olivia Fortune Robinson gave the sexy bartender her most flirtatious smile.

      He cocked a brow and grinned. “It’s my pleasure to hook you ladies up.”

      “Excuse me?” Her sister Sophie frowned at him and then her eyes went wide as realization seemed to dawn. “Oh, no.” Sophie held up her hands as if to ward off Mike. “Please tell me you are not a stripper.” She pinned her panicked gaze on her sister. “Olivia, Dana and I specifically told you we didn’t want strippers at our bachelorette party. No offense, Mike. I’m sure you’re very good at what you do. You just can’t do it here. Not tonight. Not for us.”

      She looked at her sister-in-law-to-be, Dana Trevino, and the other Fortune Robinson sisters seated on the plush love seats and overstuffed armchairs grouped around a glass cocktail table in a cozy corner of the Driskill Hotel bar.

      Sophie’s brown eyes were huge and color blazed high on her cheekbones. By contrast, Dana seemed to have gone pale as she perched hesitantly on the edge of her seat, as if weighing whether or not to bolt. Watching the pair of them squirm was worth all the effort Olivia had put into planning this sisters’ weekend. Olivia almost hated to burst their horrified balloons.

      “Unfortunately, Mike is not a stripper,” she said, pausing to let them sit with thoughts of what they would be missing.

      Her sister Rachel sighed. “Aw, that’s too bad. For one glorious moment, I thought we had our very own Magic Mike.”

      Zoe, another sister, nodded in agreement.

      Mike laughed. “Sorry, ladies. It’s true, I’m not a stripper. Although I will be tending to your every need tonight.”

      The innuendo was thick.

      “Does