Lone Star Wedding. Sandra Steffen

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      THE TEXAS TATTLER

      All the news that’s barely fit to print!

      FORTUNE HEIR ALIVE!

      Telling Clue Sheds Light on Baby’s Whereabouts

      Texas’s most talked-about family was rejuvenated with hope last week with the sudden appearance of enlightening evidence in the dramatic kidnapping case of beloved Bryan Fortune. On the one-year anniversary of the baby-snatching, a plain white envelope was delivered to the palatial Double Crown Ranch, which included a second shocking ransom note and a photograph of a grinning Bryan next to a recent issue of the San Antonio Star.

      Though the kidnapper(s) failed to comply with the FBI’s baby-for-money trade, top-notch law enforcement officials are encouraged and combing the area for signs of the cooing heir. Red Rock’s Sheriff Wyatt Grayhawk predicts, “The villains are probably closer than we think.”

      And talk about closer than you might think… Lovely marriage planner Hannah Cassidy, daughter of Lily Cassidy—soon-to-be wife of mogul Ryan Fortune—was spotted in a candlelit cuddlefest with ferocious divorce attorney Parker Malone. And just when The Tattler had all but voted this ultra-eligible bachelor most likely to go down the aisle…kicking and screaming! Looks as if this wedding-hostess-with-the-mostest has her toughest assignment yet….

      About the Author

      SANDRA STEFFEN

      Growing up as the fourth child of ten, Sandra developed a keen appreciation for laughter and argument. She lives in Michigan with her husband, three of their four sons and a blue-eyed mutt who thinks her name is No-Molly-No. Sandra’s book Child of Her Dreams won the 1994 National Readers’ Choice Award. Several of her titles have appeared on the national bestseller lists.

      Lone Star Wedding

      Sandra Steffen

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      Meet the Fortunes of Texas

      Hannah Cassidy: She never expected to be enamored with Parker Malone, the man who was trying to stop her mother’s upcoming nuptials to mogul Ryan Fortune. And although the daughter of the bride had no intention of changing her mom’s mind about marriage, she had every intention of changing Parker’s….

      Parker Malone: As a divorce lawyer, he didn’t believe in love and marriage. As a man, he couldn’t resist sweet Hannah’s charms. Still, the lovely wedding planner couldn’t convince Parker to surrender his heart…could she?

      Sophia Barnes Fortune: The soon-to-be ex-wife of billionaire Ryan Fortune was just weeks away from signing a fifty-million-dollar divorce settlement. But she was having second thoughts about settling for such a paltry sum when what she really wanted was the entire Fortune empire.

      Victoria Fortune: A woman in danger, she found shelter in the arms of a handsome bodyguard. Could she trust him with her heart?

      For Melissa Jeglinski

       I was your first author at Silhouette and you were my first editor there. This is our twentieth book together, and I’m still thanking my lucky stars for your insight, skill, understanding and humor.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Epilogue

      One

      Hannah Cassidy hitched the strap of her big leather purse onto her shoulder and hurried down the sidewalk toward her friend’s restaurant. The traffic on the street was heavy; the honking horns, hiss of brakes, and the pounding of a teenager’s car stereo were typical for a late Saturday afternoon in downtown San Antonio. Hannah’s jacket clung to her back and a sheen of perspiration dampened her forehead. She didn’t mind the heat. It was July, and like her father used to say, the only thing hotter than July in San Antonio was August.

      She’d just come from a former classmate’s bridal shower, and she had to admit she was still smarting a little. All any of her friends talked about these days was settling down and biological clocks. She was only twenty-seven. What was the hurry? Oh, she’d grown adept at smiling demurely when her friends offered advice concerning her single status, but even she’d had to stretch to find her smile when she’d opened the consolation prize this afternoon. They’d thought it was hilarious.

      Hannah hadn’t bothered defending the stand she’d taken when it came to settling for less than honest love. Couldn’t they see that she liked her life? Her business, The Perfect Occasion, was challenging and rewarding and was even starting to show a profit. Her mother and brother were happy, and lately she’d felt a strange sense of anticipation, as if excitement was just around the corner.

      So what if she spent more Saturday nights working than she spent dating? She was good at what she did, and she was earning a reputation for her ability to dream up wonderful, unusual themes for everything from birthday and retirement parties to graduations and weddings. Traditional weddings would always be in style, but lately she’d seen a trend toward weddings with a theme. Her newest client wanted a mobster-style wedding and Hannah wanted to talk to her closest friend about reserving The Pink Flamingo for the evening of the big event.

      She ducked around the building that housed Adrienne’s restaurant, and slipped through a bright-pink side door. The air inside the small, trendy restaurant was decidedly cooler, but the pace was no less hectic than it had been on the street out front. Waiters and waitresses in black trousers and fuchsia-colored shirts bustled from the kitchen to the dining room, heavy trays balanced high on their hands.

      Hannah’s best friend, Adrienne Blakely, was nowhere in sight, not in her usual place behind the dais in the lobby, or in the dining room, or in the office near the back door. Hannah poked her head inside the kitchen last. The chef and his assistant, a spiky-haired, forty-year-old woman named Desiree who was dicing