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  The rugged cowboy lassoed her heart

  Will his secret change everything?

  It’s almost Valentine’s Day, and poor Valene Fortunado is still single. Determined to take matters into her own hands, she signs up for a dating app that inexplicably pairs her with Jake Brockton. The sexy, down-to-earth “ranch hand” quickly makes Val forget what she thought she wanted in a man. But what will she do when she finds out her perfect, “penniless” beau is secretly a millionaire?

  MEET THE FORTUNES!

  Fortune of the Month: Valene Fortunado

  Age: 24

  Vital Statistics: Long blond hair, chocolate-brown eyes and a comfortable bank account. The kind of girl who should have no trouble meeting a fella. And she doesn’t. But meeting the right kind of fella, that’s another story.

  Claim to Fame: The youngest daughter of the Fortunado (Fortune) family. She’s a daddy’s girl, a wee bit impulsive and just a little high-maintenance. She always sees the glass as half-full.

  Romantic Prospects: For reasons she cannot explain, she has always had bad luck when it comes to men. Could she have finally turned that corner?

  “I still don’t understand why Jake Brockton came up as a match for me on that dating app. I specifically requested an educated white-collar kind of guy, and Jake is a cowboy who dropped out of college.

  “But maybe the app is smarter than I am. I’ve never met a guy like Jake before. He’s as honest as the day is long. So maybe he’s just a little gun-shy. My family is concerned that I’m falling too fast. As far as I’m concerned, though, I can’t fall fast enough! My heart tells me he’s The One. My head wonders why he’s holding back...”

  THE FORTUNES OF TEXAS:

  The Lost Fortunes—Family secrets revealed!

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome back to Texas! And to my latest book for Harlequin Special Edition, Her Secret Texas Valentine. I’m delighted to once again have the opportunity to write a story for the Fortunes of Texas continuity.

  When sweet (but slightly spoiled) Valene Fortunado hooks up to a dating app, she has no idea she is about to meet a man who isn’t anything like what she imagined she wanted. Cowboy Jake Brockton doesn’t tick any of her boxes. She was looking for a suit...and instead found a Stetson! But attraction is a funny thing. And so is love, as this seemingly mismatched pair quickly discover.

  Jake has been badly burned in love in the past and has no real desire to get back into the saddle. But Valene is hard to resist...and with Valentine’s Day just around the corner, he soon realizes they are a perfect match after all. Of course, the road to their happy ending is rocky, but true love always wins in the end.

  I hope you enjoy Jake and Valene’s story. I love hearing from readers and can be contacted at [email protected] or via my website or Facebook page to talk about horses, cowboys or how wonderful it is writing for Harlequin Special Edition. Happy reading!

  Warmest wishes,

  Helen Lacey

  Her Secret Texas Valentine

  Helen Lacey

  Helen Lacey grew up reading Black Beauty and Little House on the Prairie. These childhood classics inspired her to write her first book when she was seven, a story about a girl and her horse. She loves writing for Harlequin Special Edition, where she can create strong heroes with soft hearts and heroines with gumption who get their happily-ever-afters. For more about Helen, visit her website, helenlacey.com.

  Books by Helen Lacey

  Harlequin Special Edition

  The Cedar River Cowboys

  Three Reasons to Wed

  Lucy & the Lieutenant

  The Cowgirl’s Forever Family

  Married to the Mom-to-Be

  The Rancher’s Unexpected Family

  A Kiss, a Dance & a Diamond

  The Secret Son’s Homecoming

  The Fortunes of Texas

  A Fortunes of Texas Christmas

  The Prestons of Crystal Point

  The CEO’s Baby Surprise

  Claiming His Brother’s Baby

  Harlequin Serialization

  Secrets of the A-List, Part 5

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  For my parents,

  who always encouraged me to read, to write and

  to dream. I miss you both more than words can say.

  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

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from The Sergeant’s Unexpected Family by Carrie Nichols

  Excerpt from Flare Up by Shannon Stacey

  Chapter One

  Twenty-four-year-old real estate agent Valene Fortunado had no illusions about her love life.

  She didn’t have one.

  One lousy date after another over the past six months had made that abundantly clear.

  It wasn’t like she needed a man to complete her. After all, she wasn’t the kind of woman to get caught up in grand gestures or romantic nonsense. Okay...maybe she was. Maybe she only acted as though she was a career woman, first and foremost.

  Still...a good date every now and then would fill some of her lonelier nights.

  And not that she was really lonely, either. It was just that since both her sisters and two of her brothers had found love, they kept insisting that her white knight was around the corner. Valene wasn’t so sure. Maybe her white knight had galloped past on his way through her neck of the woods and failed to notice she was standing there. Maybe she had been too wrapped up in her latest open house or contract negotiation to spot him riding by. She had been known to have blinders on when it came to the opposite sex.

  Which was why she decided to log into My Perfect Match and let an app find her a date.

  How bad could it be?

  That was the question she should have asked herself two disastrous dates ago.

  Date number one was so dull he could have been a cardboard cutout. And he spent the whole two and a half excruciating hours talking about himself, his license plate collection and his beloved mother. Date number two barely said a word and was so scruffy he looked like he’d been wearing the same clothes for a week. Not that Valene was hung up on appearances...but at the very least she expected her date to wear a clean shirt and take off his baseball cap during dinner. Novice mistake—first dates should be over coffee, not dinner. There was no easy escape during a three-course sit-down meal that might include a bottle of wine and several hours of conversation. Next time, she would meet someone over coffee and make sure she had a quick exit strategy in case it turned into a disaster.

  Because there would be a next time.

  Valene wasn’t about to give up simply because she’d made a few rookie errors.

  She was mostly well behaved and did the right thing. Her parents adored her, and she wanted to make them proud. Plus, she’d always endeavored to be a proactive kind of girl and had never been accused of lacking gumption or courage. But she was determined to be more prudent in her choices. If both
her sisters, Schuyler and Maddie, could find love with the men of their dreams, Valene expected nothing less for herself. As long as he ticked all the right boxes.

  Looks...well, she wasn’t too fussy, but nice eyes and broad shoulders would be a bonus.

  Money...enough that he didn’t expect her to pay for every meal and had a nice car.

  Smarts...a college education and a good job were a must.

  How hard could it be? Her sisters had managed it—so could she. Not that she was going to let the whole idea take up too much time or attention. She had more important things on her mind.

  It had been a busy few months with way too much drama for her liking. And too much family. Hers and everyone else’s. Fortunados. Robinsons. Fortunes. Mendozas. Family life wasn’t simple anymore. She had relatives coming out of the woodwork. And things to do.

  Like saving the family business.

  Too many things had gone pear-shaped at Fortunado Real Estate in the past couple of months. Too many deals had been lost for it to be simple coincidence. And she loathed thinking it was merely bad judgment on their part. Sure, they’d lost sales and contracts to other real estate agents before, but this felt different. It felt...personal. As though someone was specifically targeting her family’s business. And Valene wouldn’t sit by and allow that to happen—not on her watch.

  Still, she needed to make time for herself. Which was why she was on her way to meet date number three.

  As she headed for the Houston coffee place, she caught a glimpse of herself in a flower shop window, pleased that she’d worn a dress and heels that flattered her curves and made her look taller than her five foot three. She glanced at her expression. Not too eager. Not too resistant, either. Just ready for whatever happened. And she was ready. She had her sister’s number on speed dial in her cell phone and knew every exit in the coffee place to escape in two seconds if need be.

  Valene took a deep breath that added some resolve to her suddenly dwindling courage.

  Third time lucky, she told herself.

  She remained in the doorway and looked around. Blue shirt, she reminded herself. Look for a man wearing a blue shirt. That was the text message she’d received. She spotted three potentials. The first was a guy at the counter paying for two tall frappés. Right age. Tallish. Dark hair. Then she heard him haggling with the barista about a tip before he grabbed the drinks and walked directly past her without her being so much as a blip on his radar. Not him, thank God. Valene took another deep breath. She looked toward the second blue-shirted candidate. Not as tall, and thicker set. But he had a nice face and actually looked up and smiled at her. Okay...he looks normal enough. She was about to smile back when another woman passed her and headed for his table. The pair kissed briefly and then the woman sat down. Right. Not him, either.

  She glanced toward the booth seat and saw candidate number three had his back to her. Broad shoulders and short blond hair, and a nice blue shirt. He looked so good from the back, she hoped it was him. From his online profile, she knew her date’s name was Jake and that he worked outside the city. The few texts they’d exchanged had been articulate and humorous enough to pique her interest and make her want to meet him.

  Nothing ventured...nothing gained.

  She’d always had gumption, according to her family. Now was the time to show some. And if it didn’t work out, so be it.

  Valene pushed back her shoulders and walked through the coffeehouse.

  * * *

  Dating apps.

  Jake Brockton figured that signing on to one was up there as one of the stupidest things he’d ever done. But he’d promised his sister he’d try it, and he was a man of his word. And it was just coffee. Not a date. Nothing that required too much time or attention. And he could bail as soon as felt the interaction going south.

  He glanced at his watch. She was late. He hated that.

  Jake had no tolerance for tardiness. He hadn’t gotten to where he was by being lazy or disorganized. It had been through grit and a steely determination to be the best version of himself he could possibly be.

  Too bad his ex-wife hadn’t thought so.

  He pushed the memory from his mind and tapped his fingers on the table. He really didn’t have time to waste on romantic entanglements. The ranch kept him busy 24/7 and he wasn’t about to get seriously involved with anyone. Still, he’d promised Cassidy, and he always kept his promises to his baby sister.

  Conscious that someone was standing by the booth seat, Jake turned his head and quickly sucked in a sharp breath.

  A woman stood barely two feet away. She was petite but surprisingly curvy, with long blond hair and brown eyes the color of Belgian chocolate. His gut recognized an instant reaction, and he swallowed hard, taking in her perfectly aligned features and lovely curves. She smiled, and her mouth curled at the corners.

  His date.

  They’d shared a few text messages the day before. Nothing too personal. Just their first names, interests and a time and place to meet. She’d seemed friendly and had added humorous emojis to her texts.

  He got to his feet in a microsecond and held out his hand.

  “Hi,” he said quietly. “I’m Jake Brockton.”

  She stepped a little closer and took his hand, and he experienced an inexplicable tightening in his chest as their skin connected. Her eyes widened fractionally, as though she was experiencing the same reaction and then she quickly withdrew her hand.

  “Valene Fortunado,” she said, her voice huskier than he’d expected. “But everyone calls me Val.”

  Fortunado? He’d heard the name but wasn’t sure where. Jake nodded and signaled to the waitress. “Coffee?”

  “That would be nice,” she said as she placed her small bag on the seat. “I’ve been here before. You?”

  Jake shook his head. “But my sister told me the coffee is good.”

  As small talk went, it was pretty benign, and he ignored the way his insides twitched. She was very attractive...more than he’d expected. More than he wanted. In his experience, beautiful women were nothing but trouble and potential heartache.

  The waitress arrived and he listened, amused, as his date ordered a single-shot, low-fat, vanilla soy latte with extra cinnamon. He asked for a tall black and waited until the waitress disappeared before he spoke again.

  “You’re very pretty.”

  She raised one brow, clearly not expecting the compliment. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

  Jake laughed softly. “Can I ask you something?”

  She nodded. “Sure.”

  “Why are you using a dating app?”

  “Why are you?” she shot back, smiling.

  “My sister made me do it,” he admitted. “She thinks I spend too much time alone.”

  Her lovely brow arched higher. “And do you?”

  “Probably. Occupational habit.”

  “What do you do?” she asked.

  Jake expelled an even breath. “I work on a ranch.”

  She sat back in her seat, her head tilted at a gentle angle. “Doing what?”

  “Ranching stuff.”

  She smiled slightly. “I’m a city girl, so I’ll need a little more information.”

  “Ranching,” he replied. “Mustering cattle. Horse breaking.”

  Her brows came together. “Like...a cowboy?”

  He nodded. “Exactly.”

  “I’ve never been on a date with a cowboy before.”

  “Really?” He grinned. “Then you’ve led a sheltered life. This is Texas—cowboy capital of the nation.”

  She laughed, and the sound reverberated in his chest. “I know that, too. I was born and raised in Houston. What about you?”

  “I was raised in San Antonio until I was twelve, but I was born in Stafford, just outside Houston,” he said.

  “Tha
t’s a nice spot. I sold a dude ranch there once,” she said idly. “Property values hold steady.”

  Jake rested his elbows on the table. “You owned a dude ranch?”

  She shook her head and grinned, waiting while the waitress approached with their order before speaking again. “No, it’s what I do for a living.”

  “Selling dude ranches?”

  “Selling real estate,” she corrected. “I work in my family’s business.”

  He recalled seeing that she was self-employed on her profile. And now he knew why her surname seemed familiar. He knew of Fortunado Real Estate. They were one of the biggest in the city, and her family was connected to the famous Fortunes of Texas. “Do you enjoy it?”

  “Mostly,” she replied. “I split my time between both the Austin and Houston offices and like any business, it has its ups and downs. It’s a little more down than up at the moment, but I always look on the bright side.”

  Jake stirred a little sugar into his coffee. “I’m glad to hear it. So, you didn’t answer my question.”

  “Which one?”

  He met her gaze. “Why the dating app?”

  She shrugged fractionally. “It’s simply a way to meet people.”

  “People?”

  Her cheeks spotted with color. “Guys. Or a guy. You know, Mr. Wonderful and all that.” She spooned the froth off her beverage. “But the truth is, if you’d turned out to be a cardboard cutout or one of the great unwashed, I was going to make this my third and last attempt.”

  Jake laughed softly. “You’ve done this before?”

  She held up two fingers. “And both disastrous.”

  “I take it one was dull and the other had an issue with personal hygiene?”

  She chuckled and he noticed that her brown eyes had flecks of gold in them. Damn, she really was pretty.

  “Exactly,” she said on a sigh.

  “And how am I comparing so far?”

  Her eyes widened, and she bit her lower lip for a moment. “Well, from here you look very much like flesh and blood. And you smell nice.”