Fall In Love
by Melissa Kendall
Contemporary (Aussie Outback) Romance
Publisher: Rebel Ink Press
Heat Level: Steamy
Word Count: 9,243 words
Michael Dunbar runs his family's
cattle station in the far north of
Mia Mason is a Perth girl who longs to leave the city behind
for a life in the country.
Can two like minds fall in love?
Only destiny knows.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it
contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered
offensive to some readers.
Available at:
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/fall-in-love
As
I admired the scenery around me, I saw a camel train headed my way. Of all the
things I’d experienced on previous visits to Broome, a camel ride wasn’t one of
them. I decided I’d correct that on my trip.
Just as the camels
passed by, the wind whipped something at my face. It scared the crap out of me.
At once I grabbed the item and held it out in front of me—a straw hat. I
searched around for an owner.
When
I glanced up, I saw a stunning, petite brunette looking down at me from her
seat on one of the camels. She appeared very apologetic as the camel train
continued to move forward. I ran to catch up with the sluggish animals and I
handed the hat back to the beautiful woman, feeling lucky I was tall enough to
reach.
“Thank
you,” she said as she tried to shake my hand.
It worried me she might
fall off the camel as she reached for my hand, so, I just waved her away and
said, “You’re welcome.”
I watched the camels
continue up the beach for a little ways before I resumed my walk.
As I walked along the
beach, every now and then, the waves lapped on to my feet. My mind wandered to
the brown haired beauty perched on the camel’s back. I could tell from her
thank you she had an Aussie accent. I wondered where she was from, or if I
would ever see her again. If ever there were a woman whose beauty optimised
what I viewed as perfection, she would be it. Her beauty was natural and
understated, not marred by tonnes of make-up. And, although she was by no means
fat, she wasn’t one of those stick thin girls you see with absolutely no
curves. I wasn’t one to shy away from the fact I liked my women with curves.
I
walked for about an hour then sat down on the beach and watched the red and
yellow colours dance across the sky as the sun sank below the horizon.
After
a while, I became hungry so I headed back to the hotel to grab some dinner at
the restaurant.
One of the main things I
looked forward to during my holiday was the chance to eat something other than
meat and vegetables for dinner. Don’t get me wrong, my mum was a
great cook and no one did a better steak and mash than her. However, they say
variety is the spice of life and I planned to spice up my life with many
different dishes.
I
headed back to my room to change before dinner. After a quick shower to rid
myself of the salt from the beach, I pulled on a pair of well-worn jeans and a
button-down shirt. I rolled the sleeves up to my elbows and on my way out the
door, I grabbed the book I brought to read while I ate.
Though
dining alone wasn’t one of my favourite things, I’d done it quite a few times.
After the first couple of times I sat bored and twiddled my thumbs as I waited
for my food, I now found time passed quicker if I had a book to read. This time
around, I’d brought with me the latest John Grisham novel.
After
ordering deep fried Camembert and cranberries for entrée and garlic butter
lobster for the main course, I opened my book and began to read. I’d only read
a few lines when I heard a very quiet, “Excuse me.”
When
I looked up from my book, I expected to see a waitress with my entrée but
instead, I saw the gorgeous woman from earlier. “Hi?” I said.
“It
looks like you’re eating alone. Would you mind if I joined you?”
Stunned
that she asked to sit with me, it took a few seconds for my thoughts to catch
up. All I managed to say was, “Of course.”
“I’m
Mia Mason,” she said as she took the seat opposite me and held her hand out to
me.
“Michael
Dunbar,” I replied as I shook her hand.
The
moment we touched, I felt a strange, yet pleasurable sensation move up my arm
and quickly spread throughout my body.
“Nice
to meet you.” A cheeky grin lit up her face—as if she knew a secret nobody else
did.
Melissa is a 37 year-old stay at home mum and
part-time Software Support Consultant. She lives in
She’s always loved to read and
write and spent most of her teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any
scrap of paper she could get her hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures
got in the way she lost the passion for it. After her son was born, she
discovered online books and her interest in writing was rekindled. It has been
a large part of her life ever since.
Connect with Melissa
Kendall
Website: http://www.melissakendall.net
Twitter: https://twitter.com/mkendallauthor
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