HAPPY NEW YEAR! I got a great feeling about 2014! And I hope for everyone good health and happiness for the year. Let’s start it out with some sunshine, eh? I have snow up to my eyeballs in Northern Michigan where I live now. And it’s moments like these that I long for the sun of Australia. We moved from Queensland last year, and now they are in the midst of their summer. Sun, beach, surf, bbq and cold beer. Nice! If we can’t make it physically there, we can always travel by book, right? 🙂
*Since Lyrical was bought by Kensington Publishing January 1st, the book is now being transitioned from it’s old sell links to new ones. Watch my social media for updates!
She left home to find herself…and found love along the way.
Maggie isnâ€™t looking for love on her backpacking trip through Australia. Sheâ€™s got enough man troubles back in Ireland. Australia is her escape, a place of adventure where she can create memories to last a lifetime.
But some memories wonâ€™t be left behind.
Gray is ready to quit hiring backpackers to help with the work on his remote Queensland cattle station when Maggie turns up. Sheâ€™s just passing through, but the connection they forge during the long nights herding cattle wonâ€™t be so easily cast aside.
CONTENT WARNING: A strong-willed Irish heroine, a stubborn Australian hero, and oceans of difference to bridge for love.
A Lyrical Press Contemporary Romance
She couldnâ€™t figure him, and this was the first chance theyâ€™d had to be alone since that night. She put on her best teasing smile. â€œHow did a seasoned bushman like you let a bull get the best of ya?â€
As soon as it came out of her mouth, she knew it was the wrong thing to say.
His brow furrowed, anger lighting his eyes. â€œIt happens to the best of us.â€ He ripped another piece of bark from the tree and turned to go.
â€œDid you have a good time last night?â€ Maggie hurried on. â€œI mean, other than the incident with the bull.â€
He shrugged. â€œIt was all right. Did you?â€
â€œIt was brilliant. I had a fantastic time.â€
â€œYeah, it looked like you were having a good time with olâ€™ mate there.â€
Maggie raised an eyebrow. â€œJason?â€
â€œYeah, that skeg.â€
He had noticed.
â€œWhat does that mean? Skeg?â€
Gray shook his head. â€œItâ€™s nothinâ€™, forget it.â€
Maggieâ€™s temper flared. â€œI might not be an Aussie, oi-oi-oi,â€ she mimicked, â€œto know that itâ€™s rude.â€
Gray shrugged. â€œAnyway, looked like you guys were getting pretty close. Are you going to stay with him next?â€
Now her temper kicked in. She pumped harder on the swing. If he would only step a few feet closer, sheâ€™d be able to get him with her legs. Thatâ€™s what he needed, a kick in the bum.
â€œMaybe I will.â€ She raised her chin in defiance. â€œWith Lizzy here, you donâ€™t need my help anymore.â€
Gray narrowed his eyes at her. â€œWho told you that you were any help?â€
Her mouth fell open. How rude! He was treating her like he had when she first arrived.
Suddenly, a loud crack sounded, and then snap! The next thing Maggie knew, she was lying on the ground on her back, the rope in her hands.
Gray squatted down over her. â€œAre you okay?â€ He appeared genuinely concerned.
She let go of the ropes and let her head fall onto the grass. â€œIâ€™m grand, just need to catch my breath a moment.â€ There she was lying on her back again, looking up at him, wondering what the hell had happened. This was twice now. Was it divine intervention? Maggie wasnâ€™t superstitious like most of the Irish, but she was smart enough to know not to push her luck if things looked grim.
He hovered over her, and she could feel the energy building between them like it always did when they were close. He smelled of earthy oats. His eyes were darker in the shade, not the usual golden reflection from the sun. She gazed into them, feeling herself being pulled deeper into everything that was Gray. â€œThank you for bringing my journal and phone to me at the hospital.â€
His features softened. â€œNo worries.â€
She dropped her eyes away to play at the blades of grass, pinching individual stems and running them through her fingers. â€œYou came like you promised.â€
He grabbed her hand with both of his, forcing Maggie to return her gaze to him. He gently rubbed the outside of her hand with his thumb. â€œWe ride out early tomorrow. Be saddled up by first light.â€
He dropped her hand suddenly and stood to go.
Maggie yanked a bunch of grass from the ground and threw it at his retreating figure, letting her head thump onto the ground. God, was she in love with him.
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- About the Author
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Having traveled and lived all over the world, Cd Brennan now talks with a strange accent, a mix of distant terminology, a blend of culturally cute but confusing euphemisms that leaves everyone looking at her with a blank stare. Luckily, her Australian husband (who she met in Ireland) and her two Aussie/Yankee sons have no problem understanding her â€“ well, except for the word â€œNOâ€.
Now settled back â€œhomeâ€ in Michigan, she enjoys reliving her glory days by writing about them. She considers the last fifteen years abroad the perfect research for her Love Where You Roam series; matchmaking women and men from different cultures, even different hemispheres, helping them find their true one across oceans of difference.
As destiny plays a hand in all the stories, Cd Brennan truly believes that what is for you, wonâ€™t pass you by. She hopes to inspire others to get out there: â€œSail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.â€ [Mark Twain] And of course, fall in love.
Get in touch with her at www.cdbrennan.com