I thought I'd share an excerpt of Outback Proposal, if you haven't already purchased a copy from Amazon.
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Excerpt:
‘Well,
hello Christmas.’ Emily Walker slowed her pace and adjusted the package on her
hip. Her gaze rested on three men climbing from a black Ford Raptor.
She eyed the strangers
as they met up on the footpath. They looked similar, and she gathered they were
brothers. Very attractive brothers.
Keeping her
steps steady, she reached the door to her book store and slipped inside. It
took a few moments to catch her breath, before she peeked through the front
window.
She studied the
older man and heat built in her cheeks. How could she not? He stood at least
six foot two and had wavy jet-black hair, which curled at the collar of his
crisp blue shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. What a specimen.
Her mobile rang
and she dragged her gaze away. She recognised the number and after a few eye
rolls, she had to answer it. She plastered a smile to her face and clicked the
button to connect to her boss, Bradley King.
‘Hello Brad.
This is a surprise.’
‘Hell, Emily,
what have you been doing? I haven’t heard from you in two weeks.’
She lifted a
hand to adjust her shoulder length blonde ponytail. ‘You know I had to set up
the business and blend in with the community.’
‘Have you been
out to the property?’
‘Not yet. Do we
know who owns it?’
‘It’s
registered under the business name of Cumberland Enterprises. That’s all we
have. The name goes back a few generations.’
‘What am I
supposed to do? Arrive on their doorstep and ask to see the owner.’ Emily
stretched her neck and rotated it from side to side. Something in there
pinged.
‘Ouch.’
‘What are you
doing?’
‘Nothing.’
‘I’ll try to
dig deeper. We need that signature.’
‘Is there a
reason for the rush on this one?’
‘The place is
full of copper, silver, zinc, and lead. We can’t lose it.’
‘It’s taken a
while for the locals to warm to me. No one here seems to know much. They don’t
discuss business with strangers. The old small town gossip mills don’t run
here.’
‘One look at
that angel face of yours and they’d believe every word you say.’
