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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Anne Kingsley, betrayed in love and determined to boost her advertising career, promised herself never again to mix business and pleasure. Easy--until she arrives on assignment in Australia and confronts handsome sheep station owner, Slade McGregor, who mysteriously blocks her plans and tests her pledge.

eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, Inc, 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2003

6 Reader Ratings: Great Good OK Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [967 KB], eReader (PDB) [325 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [316 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [282 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [251 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [318 KB], hiebook (KML) [711 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [371 KB], iSilo (PDB) [259 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [325 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [373 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [423 KB]
Words: 91614
Reading time: 261-366 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

"Plots and subplot enhance the romance, while virtual characters deal with true problems. The beauty of the Aussie Outback draws a pictorial of the dusty, hot summer. The symbolism of the dry, fiery bush and the seductive dialect tempt the reader to travel deep into this well researched romance. 4 1/2 Stars."--Nancy B. Leake, Affaire de Coeur

Chapter One

Anne Kingsley drove by more sheep than she could ever count on a sleepless night. Thousands grazed and roamed the dirty blonde pastures of the Red Gum Station. They appeared to be contented, perfect really. Unlike her, the woolies belonged here in the Australian bush country.

Sighing, she brushed red grit from her white shirt. The last part of the four-wheeler trip had proved the roughest. Almost more than she could handle. But after she'd arrived at the main house, the housekeeper served her tea that went down smoothly. She smiled. At least, she found one familiar comfort.

Alone now in the McGregors' living room, Anne gazed up at an Aboriginal painting above the fireplace mantel. Creamy strokes mingled with dots and swishes of brown, pale green and yellow ocher.

More than art, it seemed to be a visual puzzle. She stepped closer, yet the subject of the portrait stayed hidden. Curious, she lingered for a moment, then turned away with her briefcase in-hand. Sinking onto the edge of the big easy chair opposite the television, she pulled her cell phone from her pocket and rang the office.

"Green and Associates Advertising," garbled through.

"Hi, Jack."

"Kinglsey? Tell me you made it."