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Mills & Boon is proud to present a fabulous
collection of fantastic novels by bestselling, much loved author ANNE MATHER
Anne has a stellar record of achievement within the
publishing industry, having written over one hundred and sixty books, with worldwide sales of more than forty-eight MILLION copies in multiple languages.
This amazing collection of classic stories offers a chance
for readers to recapture the pleasure Anne’s powerful, passionate writing has given.
We are sure you will love them all!
I’ve always wanted to write—which is not to say I’ve always wanted to be a professional writer. On the contrary, for years I only wrote for my own pleasure and it wasn’t until my husband suggested sending one of my stories to a publisher that we put several publishers’ names into a hat and pulled one out. The rest, as they say, is history. And now, one hundred and sixty-two books later, I’m literally—excuse the pun— staggered by what’s happened.
I had written all through my infant and junior years and on into my teens, the stories changing from children’s adventures to torrid gypsy passions. My mother used to gather these manuscripts up from time to time, when my bedroom became too untidy, and dispose of them! In those days, I used not to finish any of the stories and Caroline, my first published novel, was the first I’d ever completed. I was newly married then and my daughter was just a baby, and it was quite a job juggling my household chores and scribbling away in exercise books every chance I got. Not very professional, as you can imagine, but that’s the way it was.
These days, I have a bit more time to devote to my work, but that first love of writing has never changed. I can’t imagine not having a current book on the typewriter—yes, it’s my husband who transcribes everything on to the computer. He’s my partner in both life and work and I depend on his good sense more than I care to admit.
We have two grown-up children, a son and a daughter, and two almost grown-up grandchildren, Abi and Ben. My e-mail address is [email protected] and I’d be happy to hear from any of my wonderful readers.
Duelling Fire
Anne Mather
Table of Contents
‘AND are you going to accept?’
The speaker was a short plump girl, in her middle twenties, with a round good-natured face and curly dark hair. She was lounging comfortably on a couch, lazily picking the soft centres from a box of chocolates open beside her, and flicking casually through the pages of a fashion magazine.
The girl with her was her complete opposite. Tall and slim and blonde, her straight silvery hair confined at her nape with a leather thong, Sara Shelley was presently coiled on the floor, examining her profile from the lotus position. She had been sitting like that for some time now, and her friend and companion, Laura Russell, was getting tired of waiting for her reply.
‘Oh, I don’t know.’ Sara uncoiled herself at last, and sat cross-legged looking up at her friend. ‘Beggars can’t be choosers, isn’t that the truth? And believe me, Laura, that’s what I am.’
‘Rubbish!’ Laura swung her feet to the floor and faced the other girl impatiently. ‘You know you could always get a job here. You don’t have to accept this woman’s charity!’
‘But it is a job, don’t you see?’ exclaimed Sara wryly. ‘A job I’m singularly well qualified to accept. And it’s all right for you to talk casually of employment, with the security of a degree behind you!’
‘You’re not without qualifications,’ Laura protested. ‘You had a good education.’
‘Until I was sixteen,’ Sara reminded her flatly. ‘When Daddy decided I could learn more from the university of life.’ She sighed. ‘Not that I objected at the time.’ She shook her head. ‘I couldn’t wait to leave school and be with him. But—–’ Her voice broke with sudden emotion, ‘how was I to know he’d walk out on me, before I was twenty-one?’
Laura’s face registered her sympathy. ‘Sara, he didn’t walk out on you—–’
‘Well, what would you call it?’ Sara’s eyes shone with unshed tears. ‘I think taking your own life is such a cowardly thing to do. Just because he believed he was a loser!’
‘He did owe over thirty thousand pounds,’ Laura reminded her gently. ‘Oh, I’m not saying that excuses him, and abandoning you—well, I can understand how betrayed you must feel. But, darling, can you imagine how he must have felt before he—well—–’
