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The sequel to 'HIGH STAKES'
When Paul Rimmer follows a lead that takes him to Singapore, he joins forces with Lin, a local undercover officer, in the bid to track down the new head of a drug cartel.
Lin, a beautiful Asian woman of mixed heritage is a distraction. Is she running interference for Chan, or chasing him down? Can Paul trust this beautiful woman or will she trap him?
Home from the Hill (Home to Lark Creek) released on 31 March.
Ex-soldier Graham Peyton struggles with PTSD and manages his claustrophobia by living on the mountain above Lark Creek. But keeping a young deaf teenager safe in witness protection has renewed his desire to return to society and contribute to his community. And he’s chosen Janice to help him.
Janice Lehmann has filled her life with teaching and community projects. She’s the driving force behind the new pioneer museum, but when her ex-husband reappears seeking a reconciliation, she’s torn between the damaged former soldier and the man she married.
Two attractive men both seeking her attention should be the stuff of dreams, but why now, when her life has settled into comfortable routine? Can she still find a happy-ever-after, and with which man? Or will the tensions between the two men send her running for the hills?
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Have you been to Bindarra Creek, the little town with a big heart, where matches are made and love abounds?
Bindarra Creek A Town Reborn is an 8 book, multi-author series set in this fictional Aussie small town.
Fire Captain Kel Jones suspects an arsonist is active in his town of Bindarra Creek. But he’s distracted by his newest recruit, petite Greek goddess Thalia of the divine-baklava.
When a call-out to an accident gives him his first break in the case, he’s shocked when the investigation throws up an unexpected suspect. Sparks fly as the search for truth pits him against his newest recruit. (Bindarra Creek A Town Reborn Book 2) Order here:
Pearls and Green Beer
* Previously published in A Bindarra Creek Short and Sweet collection.
Wedding celebrant Annie Joy believes love has passed her by, but when Ty Devereaux helps her turn a disastrous wedding into a triumph, and later, steals a kiss, her dream beckons again. Will love and a little leprechaun magic help Ty change his workaholic habits and convince Annie he’s worth taking a chance on?
Turn Left for Home (Home to Lark Creek book 3)
When young Kaden Roscoe breaks into Anna Wilkins’ cottage, he sets off a chain of events that puts her on a collision course with the new lawyer in town.
When Jack Donaldson takes on the case, the last thing he expects—or wants— is to share the care of a troubled teenager with this feisty woman.
When trouble comes to their door, can Jack and Anna work together to keep Kaden safe long enough to testify?
Here's a teaser from the beginning of Home from the Hill:
Graham Peyton squatted and touched the soil around the base of the pole. Freshly disturbed. Anger erupted like breath-stealing red and black pain in his head, swirled like a dust storm around him.
What is a surveyor’s marker doing on the slopes of my home?
Stepping carefully, he scanned the nearby area for more pegs, footprints, any clue about this intruder on his ridge. And while he searched, dread clumped in his gut. When he found the next marker even higher up near his winter campsite, his muscles tensed. Hunkering down, elbows on his knees, he looked out across the lower slope of the ridge, across the creek that gave its name to the town. A band of steel tightened around his chest, squeezed his lungs.
This is a declaration of war. Someone’s trying to steal my home.
Graham tossed another piece of wood onto the fire, his fireplace little more than the corner remnant of a low stone wall, all that remained of the ruined cottage where he spent the winter months. He sat on a campstool and stretched his feet towards the fire.
Jacqueline appeared on the far side of the clearing, pecking at insects in the leaves. She spied him and ran with her rolling sailor gait straight towards him. Clucking loudly—her chicken version of welcome home, he thought—she fluffed her feathers and strutted around his legs.
Graham picked her up and cradled her in his arms. “Guess you’re cold, hey, Jacky? And we’re under attack by unknown enemies.” He stroked the dark-barred hen’s head with one finger. “It’s just you and me, Jacky, against whatever malign forces are trying to take over our mountain. The question is, how do we defend ourselves, hmm?”
Jacky clucked, the sound low and soothing as though she understood and sympathised.
Graham stared into the flames heating his dinner. Once upon a time those stones now keeping the wind from his fire had formed the wall of a cottage. He imagined four walls, a door, a window or two . . . he grunted and pushed the image out of his head. Even the thought of walls all around stole his breath. He barely tolerated his tent and that, only when he had to. Like tonight.
He glanced up into the crystal-clear sky. Stars shone like diamond pinpricks in the darkness. “There’ll be a heavy frost tonight. Reckon you’ll need to sleep inside with me.”
Jacky lay in the crook of his arm, her weight insignificant, but her presence warm and comforting. Before young Kaden had entered Graham’s life, before he’d stepped up and offered to keep the deaf teenager safe from his underworld uncle, Jacky’s company had been enough.
“I wonder how Kaden’s doing in his training.”
But Jacky failed to reply.
Graham didn’t need a reply. He hadn’t needed anyone in nearly thirty years, but Kaden’s departure had left an unexpected emptiness in his life.
It was too quiet. Lonely.
“Maybe there’re more young ’uns like Kaden who need help. Maybe it’s time I did something about it. And maybe there’s a way to do that and keep people off our mountain at the same time. What do you think?”
Gently he set the sleeping hen into a nest of clothes inside the tent before ladling out a portion of stew onto his tin plate. He ate staring into the flames and thinking. If he could do more work like he had with Kaden, maybe even offer an off-the-grid witness protection service to Jack Donaldson’s police friend, Smithy, perhaps they could help keep his mountain free from development?
His mountain and his home, his choice of how he lived his life—they were under attack.
Unless I do something about it.