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Dreaming Of... Australia: Mr Right at the Wrong Time / Imprisoned by a Vow / The Millionaire and the Maid
Nikki Logan
Annie West
Michelle Douglas
Sizzling Australian Sunsets…When Sam abseils into Aimee’s life… everything changes. He stays with her throughout a long, terrifying night after her car crash where they form a bond that is compelling and…forbidden. What do you do when you find the one, but he belongs to someone else?Leila has dreamed of freedom but instead she finds herself bound to her inscrutable new husband, Australian billionaire Joss Carmody. Joss plans to keep his distance but then the one night that was supposed to slake their desire binds them beyond the signatures on their marriage contract…Housekeeper Jo Anderson gets the shock of her life when she meets her new boss! Celebrity chef Mac MacCullum, the once charismatic man who is now haunted by his past. Jo will help him confront his demons and in return Mac may just help her realise how special she really is…
About the Authors
NIKKI LOGAN lives next to a string of protected wetlands in Western Australia, with her long-suffering partner and a menagerie of furred, feathered and scaly mates. She studied film and theatre at university, and worked for years in advertising and film distribution before finally settling down in the wildlife industry. Nikki believes that the passion and risk of falling in love are perfectly mirrored in the danger and beauty of wild places. Every romance she writes contains an element of nature, and if readers catch a waft of rich earth or the spray of wild ocean between the pages she knows her job is done.
ANNIE WEST has devoted her life to an intensive study of tall, dark, charismatic heroes who cause the best kind of trouble in the lives of their heroines. As a sideline she’s also researched dream-worthy locations for romance, from bustling, vibrant cities to desert encampments and fairytale castles. It’s hard work but she loves a challenge. Annie lives with her family at beautiful Lake Macquarie, on Australia’s east coast. She loves to hear from readers and you can contact her at www.annie-west.com (http://www.annie-west.com) or at PO Box 1041, Warners Bay, NSW 2282, Australia.
MICHELLE DOUGLAS has been writing for Mills & Boon since 2007 and believes she has the best job in the world. She lives in a leafy suburb of Newcastle on Australia’s east coast with her own romantic hero, a house full of dust and books, and an eclectic collection of 60s and 70s vinyl. She loves to hear from readers and can be contacted via her website: www.michelle-douglas.com (http://www.michelle-douglas.com).
Dreaming of… Australia
Mr Right at the Wrong Time
Nikki Logan
Imprisoned by a Vow
Annie West
The Millionaire and the Maid
Michelle Douglas
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08358-4
DREAMING OF… AUSTRALIA
Mr Right at the Wrong Time © 2012 Nikki Logan Imprisoned by a Vow © 2013 Annie West The Millionaire and the Maid © 2015 Michelle Douglas
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Table of Contents
Cover (#ubb1e9cfe-f082-595a-a686-7efda1616a55)
About the Authors (#u671f477c-a404-5bde-b97c-d981f557ce7d)
Title Page (#u1211d184-7810-54e8-b9ad-8304999943e3)
Copyright (#ubed2c3da-76a7-56bf-8825-808ba61df6c0)
Mr Right at the Wrong Time (#u03f6aabe-1eb6-514e-8164-a50c2a7c94f8)
PROLOGUE (#ufd240495-722f-51e0-9c95-6a0bd6808d39)
CHAPTER ONE (#u712e3b61-fce7-54aa-88b0-b78764b2796b)
CHAPTER TWO (#ucb4658ce-c01c-5d33-ad44-f1e91ccd2092)
CHAPTER THREE (#u1fcccc52-8447-52c2-a18e-51bccf8922e6)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ub4b52d92-1e93-502d-a151-e2233fe8de3f)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ua1c43ae1-1b73-519c-a7dd-6f8edee329f7)
CHAPTER SIX (#u264ce6e8-8e42-5acb-896f-500f779a831e)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u1906c534-a38c-513b-98a3-ba19a9527f9a)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#u892b468a-cf98-5c96-9f2b-3b2d9eb51640)
CHAPTER NINE (#u212cafbc-1a1f-5fe0-8978-e8f4c87a22ba)
CHAPTER TEN (#u63842d4d-9e08-5df4-b915-dfb70f8298e0)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
Imprisoned by a Vow (#litres_trial_promo)
Back Cover Text (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWO (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
The Millionaire and the Maid (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWO (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
Mr Right at the Wrong Time (#u3886d76e-8b0f-5bf2-896b-dffa39b2f600)
Nikki Logan
PROLOGUE (#u3886d76e-8b0f-5bf2-896b-dffa39b2f600)
THE droning whine might have been coming from the tyres spinning in defiance of the absence of a solid surface beneath their tread, or from the still cooling engine, or from the air hissing from the deflating airbags.
Or quite possibly from deep inside Aimee Leigh’s tight throat.
The brace of the steering wheel against her chest really didn’t allow for much more than a whimper, followed rapidly by a shallow, painful breath, but making noise seemed like a priority because somewhere down deep Aimee knew that if she was making noise then she was still breathing. And if she was still breathing then she had something to save.
A life.
No matter how pathetic.
Adrenaline surged through her body as she flicked her eyes desperately left and right. It was pitch-black outside, except for a lone shaft of moonlight which fractured into a hundred different facets in the shattered windscreen of her little Honda. Long lengths of her hair brushed forward across her cheeks, defying gravity. She shook them just slightly, they swung in the open air, and the press of the steering wheel into her chest finally made some sense.
It wasn’t pressing into her. She was pressing into it.
Down onto it.
Her world righted itself as she re-orientated and spidered her free hand along her middle to the pain in her abdomen—and discovered the seatbelt carving into her belly, straining against her weight, holding her in her seat.
Saving her life.
The moment she acknowledged it, its ruthless grip became unbearable. Her trembling fingers found the long cross length that was supposed to brace her from hip to shoulder—that had been until the force of the accident had pulled her free of it—and, forcing panic back, she squeezed her free arm up behind her and found the place where the seatbelt locked against its hidden reel. She curled her sticky fingers around it, got a good purchase, took as deep a breath as she could manage …
…and then she pulled.
Her whole body screamed as she forced her torso behind the fabric restraint and pressed herself back into the driver’s seat. The release of pressure on her abdomen allowed a rush of blood into the lower half of her body, and it was only then that she realised she’d not been able to feel anything down there before. At all.
The painful burn of sensation returning kept her focused, and as she hung suspended at the waist and chest by her strong seatbelt she audited her extremities, made sure everything responded. But when she tried to flex her right foot an excruciating pain ripped up her leg and burst out into the night.
A bird exploded from its treetop roost just outside her shattered window, and as she slipped back into unconsciousness the urgent flap of its wings morphed in Aimee’s addled mind into the hover of an angel.
A heavenly soul that had come to earth to act as midwife between her life … and her death.
CHAPTER ONE (#u3886d76e-8b0f-5bf2-896b-dffa39b2f600)
‘HELLO?’
The darkness was the same whether her eyes were open or closed so she didn’t bother trying.
The disembodied voice that floated down to her made Aimee wonder if maybe she was dead, and she and her car and the tree she’d hit when she flew off the A 10 had all been transported together in a tangled, inseparable mess into a void.
Some kind of spiritual waiting room.
