“You have no intention of hiring me as a station hand, do you, Emily?”
She stood on the other side of the desk, her fingers gripping the edge of the desktop tightly, her features so very serious.
“At least I got to see you one last time,” he said, smiling as he went to turn away from her, certain this would be the last time he saw her.
“Jarrah, wait,” she spoke up, stopping him. “I have a proposition for you.”
Turning back to face her, Jarrah eyed her carefully. “I don’t need your pity.”
“There is no pity,” she explained. “That evening I followed you from the fighting hall, I intended to give you this same proposition.”
“I’m listening,” he replied hesitantly.
She let out a shaky breath, and he realized this was the first time he’d seen her nervous. “My husband is a floundering snake who’ll crawl into the beds of any and all women who allow him between their thighs. I know this, but I have no proof, at least not enough to give to my lawyer to justify a divorce.”
“You can’t request a divorce otherwise?” Jarrah asked her.
“I can, but, as I’m a woman, few will take notice. However, if I can prove Thomas’s infidelities, or maybe some other secret he’s hiding, then maybe the courts will consider my position. Without enough proof though, I’ll lose everything my father left to me in his will. I can’t let that happen.”
“You’re asking me to spy on your husband to get your proof?” he asked. “Is this the reason you followed me the other night?”
She nodded. “I realize this is a very uncouth request, and you have my apologies, but I can see no other way open to me. I’ll hire you as a station hand so Thomas doesn’t suspect anything amiss, but I’ll need so much more from you than just station work.”
“How much proof do you need?”
“As much as you can acquire,” Emily said. “Photographs and letters would be ideal.”
Jarrah stood, silently studying this woman, thinking over the proposition she’d just given him. It was one so unlike any other he’d received before.
“Will you do this for me?” she asked. “Please?”
“Don’t you think your request is a tad hypocritical, Emily, I mean, given how well we’re acquainted with each other?”
“Will you do it or not? The man who runs the fighting hall told me you would do near anything for money. I’m offering you that, plus I’ll give you a dry place to sleep and plenty of food.”
Thinking on her request for just a moment, he nodded. “Just one thing,” he said. “Why did Thomas marry you in the first place if all he wanted was your money? Who exactly are you, Emily?”
She smiled at his question. “If you’re any good at your job, then you’ll find out soon enough.”
Seduction, Lies & Betrayal
Her journey to Australia should have been her new beginning…what she found was a love her past was determined to destroy. Maria Venetti fled the streets of London and the life of crime she’d been forced into, boarding a ship to Australia. Once aboard the Lady Douglas, Maria was determined to keep a low profile, …
Authors Note – An old title made new
Amorous Redemption, a no-longer-available book of mine, was riddled with problems and a restricted plot due to my then-publisher and the interesting way they chose to run their company and treat their authors. After many years later, and after some very hard learnt experience that was forced upon me, I got the rights to all …
Indentured Slaves in Australia
Carnal Transgression explores a history of slavery in Australia few are taught about at school. The heroine of the book, Constance Dunbar, was an indentured slave, brought to Australia under the guise of being found honourable work. Sadly, this was not often the case. Thousands of Irish girls were taken from workhouses in the 1800s …
Beauty of Beachmount
Beachmount, as mentioned in Scandalous Behaviour, was surveyed in 1842 and is situated 6km south of Inkerman. No one can say for definite exactly when people started to construct down there, but houses and huts have been gradually appearing since at least that date. The fishing, the flora, the fauna, the beach, the Aboriginal middens …
Not too many ballgowns to be seen
Phoebe, the heroine in Lovers Ransom, spends a good part of the book in what was considered men’s clothing. A few people have questioned my choice to dress her, and a lot of my heroines, in jeans in my books as it wasn’t the norm. Which is true – but then the late 1800s in …
Lovers Ransom
Needing to understand what was driving his actions, Phoebe followed Raymond at a distance. Perhaps his need to push her away had more to do with his life rather than her own. For all she knew, he could be married with children waiting for him back home. Her gaze narrowed as she studied him at a distance. Raymond didn’t look like the type to be a floundering snake. If anything, he looked more like the type of man who needed to be possessed by a woman, his every movement governed by hers, expecting the same loyalty in return. Even the thought of such devotion made her heart skip a beat.
The sound of splashing water up ahead dragged her from her musings and her steps slowed as she nestled in amongst the thick scrub surrounding the creek. Peering through the branches, she stifled a gasp as her stare rested on Raymond moving about in the water. Her gaze shifted to the moving fabric hanging from the tree, and her eyes widened. She’d never seen a naked man before, certainly never watched one bathing. Part of her wanted to be brave and walk out and join him, but her cowardliness kept her firmly in her hiding place. He’d pushed her away so many times already, she couldn’t bear for him to dismiss her should she try to join him.
Phoebe should go back to the camp, but she couldn’t force herself to turn away from the man swimming in the creek. Watching him stand, his torso leaving the water, droplets covering his skin, she ached to wipe them from him even if just to feel his firm skin beneath her fingers once more. Though she called herself a fool for allowing such thoughts to enter her mind, she couldn’t deny she wanted more than his skin against hers. She wanted to be wrapped in his embrace, his soft voice begging to share unspeakable passions with her, quenching the hunger he stirred inside her that she could no longer ignore.
“I seem to remember you calling me a bastard for watching you bathe,” Raymond yelled, turning toward where she was hiding in the bushes.
Sins of the Virtuous Series Box Set, Books 1 – 7
Experience lust, sample indulgence, suffer Avarice, feel apathy, conquer wrath, dispel envy, and fall victim to vanity. Seven book series exploring a passionate journey through the seven deadly sins and virtues in rural Queensland, Australia. Content warning: contains sex scenes, strong language, and some violence. Available now at 4th Avenue Press
Carnal Transgression
Would you break the law to protect the woman you love from a killer? Constance Dunbar is desperate to discover who killed her sister. Her plea for help is ignored by the local police, so she advertises for a private investigator. Seamus Tynedale answers the ad, and she immediately recognizes him as the friendly stranger …
10 things you didn’t know about…
If you could interview anyone, past or present, who would it be and what would be your lead question? Agatha Christie. I would ask her how she coped with writing a lead character who she disliked so much. Your most played song/band? Bat out of Hell by Meatloaf Favourite genre of romance? Historical Favourite food? …