Runaway WifeLaura Graham immediately felt at home in Koomera Crossing thanks to her handsome and brooding neighbour, Evan Thompson. Her innocence and beauty could soften any hardened heart...even Evan's.Outback BridegroomChristine is on her way home to a town full of bittersweet memories and the only man she's ever truly loved. Despite his best intentions, Mitch Claydon finds Christine is as beautiful and desirable as ever...and just as determined to marry him!Outback SurrenderBanished from his home, Brock had left without a backward glance. But Shelley had never forgotten their one stolen kiss. Now he's returned to claim his inheritance and romance is not on his mind...until he sees Shelley again!Home To EdenThe people of Koomera Crossing are still talking about the death of Nicole Cavanagh's mother and the rift it caused between the powerful Cavanagh and McClelland families. Now Nicole has returned home to find out the truth...

Tall, brooding, powerful...and standing in her way!Writer Genevieve Grenville is trembling with excitement as she heads out to Djangala cattle station to finally uncover the mystery that haunts her family. But standing in her way is brooding cattle baron Bret Trevelyan....Bret might look at her with temptation in his eyes, but he'll do everything possible to stop her digging up the past. Even at a distance, Bret radiates a powerful charisma, but up close, in the cattle baron's Outback world, he is the master. If she's caught snooping, Genevieve will have to answer to him!

They were friends but was that enough?Tandarro-- the name had always spelled magic for Genny. But this time her encounter with Ingo Faulkner would be different.Ingo ruled the cattle kingdom and the lives of those dependent on him. It was a shock to Genny to learn she and her mother were included in this group.Her adolescent rebellion against Ingo's influence had proved futile. Now that she was a woman, she knew that there was only one thing she wanted from this dynamic man who had already given her so much-- his love!

It's been six years since Mallory James left Moonglade, a former sugar plantation in the shadow of Australia's magnificent rain forest. Now love and loyalty have called her home—but unspeakable secrets may compel her to flee once more... A successful child psychologist, Mallory has no wish to return to the tropical hideaway where she experienced so much pain. But her Uncle Robert is ailing and it's only right that she be there for the man who came to her rescue when she was a lost, lonely child. At least he is not alone—his protégé, and Mallory's rival for his affections, is also at his side. Blaine Forrester hasn't lost his knack for getting under Mallory's skin, taking her breath away and leaving her unsettled at the same time. While Robert recuperates, Mallory is shocked to learn that Jason Cartwright is on the payroll of his estate—the very man whose humiliating betrayal led her to leave North Queensland on the eve of...

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Modern-day life on the Australian Outback is a high-stakes game, even among the most privileged—and love must be strong to survive . . . Royston Stirling has all the strength, money, and power that his infamous father wielded over the family cattle station deep in the dusty bush of Australia's Channel Country. But from the moment she sees him, Amelia Boyd knows Royce struggles to be a better man. His tense energy attracts her, fueling the spell of remote, manor-like Kooralya and its lush gardens of gardenia and roses—even as she recognizes that the wedding bringing their families together is a terrible mistake. Amelia knows her sister has snared Royce's brother more out of greed than passion. But she can't abandon her, no matter how conniving she seems. And with the groom besotted with Amelia even as he prepares to walk down the aisle, the ill-fated match stirs up nightmares of the past. Amelia might almost forgive...

To protect an heiress…Carol Chancellor is estranged from her relatives thanks to a bitter feud. So when she's revealed as the newest Chancellor heiress, shock waves of resentment ripple throughout the family. Fortunately, hotshot Sydney lawyer Damon Hunter is on hand to protect her as she comes home to claim what is hers.Carol's never felt as strong as when she's in Damon's arms. And when her safety is threatened, the only person she can turn to is him.Soon Carol realizes that it's not just her safety that's in danger—but also her heart.…About the AuthorMargaret Way was born in the City of Brisbane. A Conservatorium trained pianist, teacher, accompanist and vocal coach, her musical career came to an unexpected end when she took up writing, initially as a fun thing to do. She currently lives in a harbourside apartment at beautiful Raby Bay, where she loves dining all fresco on her plant-filled balcony, that overlooks the marina. No one and nothing is a rush so she finds the laid-back Village atmosphere very conducive to her writing Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Damon Hunter was placing some files into his briefcase when Marcus Bradfield walked through the open door of his office, an attempt at a solemn expression on his handsome, fleshy face. Oddly enough, the extra padding in his cheeks lent him the air of a middle-aged cherub. "Bit of news."Damon broke off what he was doing, directly meeting his boss's gaze. "Don't tell me—Selwyn Chancellor's dead.""Exactly right." Bradfield sank heavily into one of the armchairs in front of Damon's desk. Bradfield was an affluent man, born of wealth, well-respected, a leading light of the city's elite. His grandfather, Patrick Bradfield, had been one of the original partners who had founded Bradfield Douglass. "Maurice rang me." A faint smile spread across Bradfield's face. "He did his best, but he didn't sound all that grief-stricken.""Difficult when you're glad," Damon commented briefly. He had no time for Maurice Chancellor. Ditto for Champagne Charlie, the son Troy. "Why didn't he ring me, as well? I'm handling the will.""Maurice likes to deal with the top people, Damon," Bradfield said with a smirk. "Selwyn Chancellor has employed this firm for many long years. I'm a full partner. You're still an associate. Am I right?""And I'm quite sure there will be a full partnership on offer in the near future," Damon countered, knowing it to be true. He had brought a lot of new business to the firm. In fact, he was gaining a reputation in the City as the can-do guy. "I still say he should have rung me, after he rang you." He held firm. "That was the correct thing to do.""Poor man was in shock." Bradfield gave way to a wry chuckle. "I said I'd tell you.""Not good enough! Did he tell you he'd contacted Carol Emmett, his niece? The family may have been estranged for years, but clearly she must be told.""Didn't mention young Carol." Bradfield waved that one away. "Why would he? He hasn't acknowledged her since the big rift. Now there's a beautiful girl. Met her a number of times. She darn nearly charmed the pants off me.""You wish.""Okay, so I'm getting on, as my dear wife never fails to remind me. Bit wild, young Carol, I hear.""Justyoung," Damon clipped off, thinking Carol Emmett not only looked a handful she was bound to be one. "She has to know.""I dare say the old man remembered her?" Bradfield gave Damon one of his guileless stares."He did that." Damon kept his face neutral. "She was his granddaughter.""He paid her no attention at all!" Condemnation was in Bradfield's blue eyes. Marcus was a staunch family man with three daughters of marriageable age."As far as you know."Marcus gave him a long, searching look. "Damon, you know as well as I do, the family as good as abandoned her and her mother. Now, there's a swinger, that Roxanne! A real glamour girl, though no one seems to like her. You should hear my wife! Another thing, my boy—""I'm not your boy, Marcus.""Another thing, my man, Maurice wants this kept quiet until morning when the press will be informed. Selwyn Chancellor was an important man. The premier could even want a state funeral.""Against Selwyn Chancellor's wishes?" Damon shook his head. "He stipulated a quiet funeral, family and a few chosen friends only. He is to be buried in the garden of his country home, Beaumont, where I assume he died. Carol is to be invited.""Not Jeff and Roxanne?" Bradfield asked as though that violated some set of rules."No way. Jeff Emmett might be one of your 'good ole boys,' but he and Roxanne are specifically excluded.""So bygones won't be bygones? We all know Selwyn and his wife—what was her name again?""Elaine," Damon supplied."Blamed Roxanne for the death of their son Adam, the heir apparent. It was a bit suspicious you have to admit—all set to go through the Heads for a good day's sailing, only Adam takes a wallop on the head from the boom on the mainsail before pitching into the harbour. Roxanne tries to chuck in a lifebuoy, finds it unfastened but still attached, so she throws in every cushion to hand, anything that would float. Meanwhile the boat is moving on at around eight knots.""She couldn't swim. That much was true.""I've always said, men don't teach their wives enough about boats and light aircraft. They rely on always being there.""I agree. Roxanne was believed.""Not by everybody." Bradfield sighed. "Even to mention the case to my darling wife is to get into a heated argument. Old Selwyn didn't believe her; the mother was the more vehement of the two. She never accepted the coroner's finding. We're both yachtsmen so we know what can happen. But Adam Chancellor's parents continued to hold their daughter-in-law guilty of some crime.""Maybe she was," Damon suggested. "She certainly acted strangely in the days that followed—not a sign of a tear, always dressed up to the nines. Not that that makes her guilty of anything. But the whole thing was a bit strange; I've read up on it all. The tragedy damn near split the city in two. But, whatever story Roxanne Chancellor told, it worked. As far as I'm concerned, more questions were asked than there were answers for."Bradfield stared down at his locked hands, as though they might hold the answer. "Speculation won't get us anywhere. It was years ago. Just about everyone has forgotten.""Not true, Marcus.""Why so judgemental?" Bradfield asked, not wanting to take the issue further. "The verdict is what counts. Jeff Emmett did the right thing—he adopted Roxanne's little daughter not long after they were married.""I'm sure Roxanne forced him into it. No love lost between her and the Chancellor family." Damon gathered up his briefcase. "Look, I'm out of here. It's been a long day." For some time now he had been the first to arrive and often the last to leave.Marcus cranked to his feet. He had put on a good deal of weight in the past few years, with his tailor gamely keeping pace. "Me, too. They mightn't have slung Roxanne into jail, as some in the family no doubt wanted, but she copped plenty of torture. You'll want to tell your client as soon as possible."Damon started to the door. "I intend to."Bradfield stayed him with a hand on his shoulder. "You're coming Saturday night?""Wouldn't miss it." Damon managed to sound enthusiastic when he didn't really want to go to Julie Bradfield's just-the-right-side-of-thirty birthday party."Every night I go down on my knees and pray my Julie finds a good husband," Marcus confided. One prayer stuck in the groove; Damon knew Marcus had his eye on him."And I'm sure she'll find one." Damon gave his boss a reassuring smile.As long as it's not me.He knew her address; one of the inner suburbs. She had moved out of the Emmett house as soon as she'd started university. He knew she was studying law, a good student who could do so much better if she put her mind to it. He had his sources at the university where he had graduated top of his class. Carol Emmett wasn't known as a party girl precisely, but the word was she was "wildly popular." She was certainly social. There was hardly a venue she visited where she wasn't photographed by what passed for the paparazzi. He knew her by her press coverage. She was ravishingly pretty, if pint-sized, with a mop of lustrous red curls, porcelain skin and brilliant blue eyes.It was his job to find her and as soon as possible.The unit Carol Emmett and two of her girlfriends were renting was part of a block of twenty. Most of the units were rented out to the better-heeled university students who knew they had to stick to certain rules or they'd be out the door. The block was in a good, mainly residential area with a small park nearby. There was security; that was good. He went up to the door and was about to press the button for apartment eight when two young women emerged from the lift. Their outfits—one of them was wearing a mega-short skirt exposing more than just her plump knees—indicated they were having a night out on the town. They gave him a giggling, comprehensive once-over. They would definitely know him again. He was a guy who stood out, not only for his height—six-two—his chiselled good looks, but his aura of success."Who are you looking for, handsome?" The cheekier of the two, the one with the plump knees, spoke, a bright, inquisitive expression on her face."Carol Emmett." He answered in a relaxed way, but it came out with in-built authority."Well, you can't be the cops!" Cheeky eyed his beautifully tailored Italian business-suit, the shirt, the tie, even the shoes on his feet."Certainly not. I come as a friend.""Ooh, lucky Caro!" she whistled, continuing to study him, her head tipped to one side. "Bit old for her, though, aren't you? Like, the guys Caro dates are our age."Was thirty old these days? How depressing. "So you do know her?""Course we do," the other girl chimed in. She was plain, with an extraordinary hot-pink streak in her dark spiked hairdo, no doubt to shift focus from an over-long nose. "She's our flatmate. You won't find her at home. She's out looking for Trace.""And Trace would be?""One of our mates," the cheeky one supplied, still eyeing him over. "Trace is always getting herself into trouble. Caro likes to keep an eye on her.""Any idea where she might have headed? I need to dis...

Morgan was raised in Ty's shadow! Morgan Hartland had inherited enough of her grandfather's estate in the Australian Outback to make her a rich woman. But Ty Hartland, her natural-born rival, had the controlling interest. Morgan had always resented Ty's position, and his arrogant indifference. Now their mutual inheritance made their lives inseparable. So when Ty unleashed his desire for Morgan, she was wildly confused, unable to reconcile it with her past. Just when had their rivalry become a passion—too intense to resist?