Scandalous Secrets. Michelle Douglas
Читать онлайн.| Название | Scandalous Secrets |
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| Автор произведения | Michelle Douglas |
| Жанр | Короткие любовные романы |
| Серия | Mills & Boon By Request |
| Издательство | Короткие любовные романы |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9781474093095 |
Claiming His Secret Royal Heir
Stranded with the Secret Billionaire
Marion Lennox
Rescued by a brooding stranger...
Jilted heiress Penny Hindmarsh-Firth sets her broken heart on escaping high-society city life. Instead, she’s trapped by floods in the Outback and a handsome stranger on horseback comes to her rescue!
After a betrayal shattered his life, Matt Fraser withdrew from the world—but he can’t deny Penny a refuge. The secret billionaire is reluctantly intrigued as the society princess starts proving there’s more to her than meets the eye...
This book is dedicated to the memory of Grace,
the warmest, most generous mother-in-law a woman
could wish for—and the baker of the world’s best
ginger fluff sponge!
THE IMPECCABLE ENGLISH ACCENT had directed Penelope Hindmarsh-Firth twelve hundred kilometres across two states without a problem. From ‘Take the third exit after the Harbour Tunnel’, as Penny had navigated her way out of Sydney, to ‘Continue for two hundred kilometres until you reach the next turn’, as she’d crossed South Australia’s vast inland farming country, the cultured voice hadn’t faltered.
True, the last turn had made Penny uneasy. The accent had told her to proceed for thirty kilometres along the Innawarra Track, but it had hesitated over the pronunciation of Innawarra. Penny had hesitated too. The country around them was beautiful, lush and green from recent rains and dotted with vast stands of river red gums. The road she’d been on had been narrow, but solid and well used.
In contrast, the Innawarra Track looked hardly used. It was rough and deeply rutted.
Penny’s car wasn’t built for rough. She was driving her gorgeous little sports car. Pink. The car had been her father’s engagement gift to her, a joyful signal to the world that Penny had done something he approved of.
That hadn’t lasted. Of course not—when had pleasing her father lasted? Right now she seemed to be doing a whole lot wrong.
She was facing a creek crossing. It had been raining hard up north. She’d heard reports of it on the radio but hadn’t taken much notice. Now, what looked to be a usually dry creek bed was running. She got out of the car, took off her pink sandals and walked across, testing the depth.
Samson was doing no testing. Her little white poodle stood in the back seat and whined, and Penny felt a bit like whining too.
‘It’s okay,’ she told Samson. ‘Look, it only comes up to my ankles, and the nice lady on the satnav says this is the quickest way to Malley’s Corner.’
Samson still whined, but Penny climbed back behind the wheel and steered her little car determinedly through the water. There were stones underneath. It felt solid and the water barely reached the centre of her tyres. So far so good.