'Heat in the Outback' Sales Soar

I received a pleasant surprise this afternoon when I opened my email. Heat in the Outback is outselling any other novel I have written and I am so, so delighted. I love this story. So if you haven't had a read, here's a short teaser. Also you can check out the trailer on my you tube channel if you're inclined to. There is a link to your right. Thank you.

Blurb Heat in the Outback  Usually what you're searching for is right before your eyes.

The soaring temperature in the Outback is not the only heat Sarah Munro is facing when she returns home for her father's funeral. She wants to settle his affairs, sell the family's homestead, Munro Cattle Station and return to Sydney and to her fiancé as quickly as possible. Sarah doesn't want anyone to find out what she'd done in her past. She wants to close this chapter of her life for good.  Then there will never be a reason to return to the dusty one horse town. She is wrong!

Ethan Wade, her first love is at the homestead. Ethan claims he owns half of Munro Station. Sarah wants him out! As they try to settle their differences a raging attraction ignites.  
Will Sarah and Ethan find each other again as their past explodes before them?

Excerpt:

The past ten years had chiseled his features into a rugged Aussie male. On either side of his eyes, little lines gave the impression he was smiling. Combined with his silly grin, it made her madder than hell.

“You first Sarah. After all, it is ladies first.”

“For starters, what are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

Her eyes rounded, her face contorted in question. She swung her head into the air and laughed. “What?”

The distant green in his eyes pierced right through her. “I said, I live here.” He raised his eyebrows, and the sides of his mouth twitched upwards.

“Since…since when?” Her voice rose with disbelief.

“Since your father took ill last year.  I offered to run the property.”

“You…what?”

“He had no one else, Sarah.”

“You should have rung me…or at least written.”

“Your father didn’t want to bother you. After all, he thought you weren’t talking to him and apparently he wasn’t talking to you. You disappeared just like that, in the middle of the night. Now you show up after ten years, without so much as a hello, remember me? You bloody disappeared without even coming to me, without saying goodbye, nothing!”

“It’s not what you think, Ethan.” Her eyes moistened and a tremor of regret worked its way up her spine.

“It certainly spelled out the fact you left me. You wanted nothing more to do with me.”

A knot of nervous tension coiled in her stomach. He didn’t know the truth. She lowered her head and took a step backwards. “You’re assuming too much when you have no idea of the circumstances.”

“Never mind…that was ten years ago. It’s not important these days. A lot can happen in ten years.”

“So why are you still living here, considering my father has gone?”

“He would have wanted me to."

His aura of confidence seemed to light up the room.
“Just like that…he would have wanted you to?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

The expression in his eyes altered. It was as though he looked past the surface right into her heart, into her mind, making her feel so damn vulnerable, as if the whole world knew her secret.

Her past crept back from the shadows in her mind, from her storehouse of regrets. Regrets that burned into her heart every single day of her life. Something no one would understand.

But she didn’t have a choice in the matter and now realized explaining to Ethan wouldn’t make one iota of difference to either of them.  

Feeling the untimely stinging of tears burn behind her eyes, she looked away.

 “Are you all right?”

“Yes, yes…it must have been the long drive up here,” she lied. She wasn’t about to explain every single emotion to him.

He’d just told her what happened ten years ago is no longer important. So why should she even bother answering him? His presence tore open her heart, revealing something she thought wasn’t possible. He’d been out of her system, out of her mind for yonks, or so she thought.  Her bottom lip trembled. He’d just managed to blur her comfortable, secure world.

She cleared her throat and swallowed. “Ethan, I’m here because of my father’s funeral. I’ll finalize his last Will and Testament, his affairs, debts, whatever. Then I intend to sell Munro Station with the help of a little advertising in the local paper and the real estate agent. I’ve already placed an advertisement with the newspapers and the real estate person will be here soon. Surely it will generate some sort of interest. After that I’ll be off, back home.”

“Home…home. You call the city home! You’ve certainly changed.  And you’re thinking of selling! The city’s done quite a lot of damage to you by the sounds of it. With your hoity-toity words you’re not the same person any more.”

She tried to steady her nerves and her voice. “No Ethan, I’m...not seventeen any more. And yes...I’ve changed for the better.”

He drew his Akubra from his head and tossed it across the table, ran his fingers through his sandy brown hair and took a few paces toward the stairs.

“Where...where are you going?” She gave a high-pitched laugh, trying to camouflage the upheaval inside. 

“Upstairs to shower, and then have tea. After that I’m off to town."

“You can’t, you just can’t—”
           “Sarah, I happen to live here two sometimes three days a week. Your father and I have a contract. I run the place.”

Her face contorted with confusion, and her nose turned upwards. “There’s no need Ethan, not now I’m here.”

His brows drew together and his gaze narrowed. “I still have a contract to fulfill.”

“As I said, there’s no need.”

“A contract is a contract.” He started up the stairs.

“This cannot possibly work, Ethan. I don’t need your services any longer. The station is now mine.”

He whirled around to face her, his left-hand gripping onto the balustrade. “Is that what you think?”

He acted so damn sure of himself. But that was always Ethan. He always acted as though he never had a care in the world.

“As I said, the station is now mine.”

“Your father has a will, Sarah. After the funeral we’ll find out what he wanted.”

“Oh, and naturally you know what’s in that will.”

Thank you to everyone who purchased Heat in the Ouback. :)