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...

      “We need to go in now because if we stay out here one moment longer, I’ll be forced to kiss you.”

      And there it was, out in the open. This thing...

      “And you don’t want to?” It was a whisper, so low Matt thought he’d misheard. But he hadn’t. Penny’s whisper seemed to echo. Even the owls above their heads seemed to pause to listen.

      Did he want to?

      This was such a bad idea. This woman was his employee. She was trapped here for the next four days, or longer if she took him up on his offer to extend.

      What was he doing? Standing in the dark talking of kissing a woman?

      Did he want to?

      “Yes,” he said, because there was nothing else to say.

      “Then what’s stopping you?”

      “Penny...”

      “Just shut up, Matt Fraser, and kiss me.”

      And what was a man to say to that?

      Matt took Penny into his arms and he kissed her.

      Stranded with the Secret Billionaire

      Marion Lennox

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      MARION LENNOX has written more than a hundred romances and is published in over a hundred countries and thirty languages. Her multiple awards include the prestigious RITA® Award (twice) and the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for “a body of work which makes us laugh and teaches us about love.”

      Marion adores her family, her kayak, her dog and lying on the beach with a book someone else has written. Heaven!

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      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!

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       Extract

       Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

      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,