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AN INNOCENT IN HIS BED
A virgin—for the taking!
He’s a man who takes whatever he pleases—even if it means bedding an inexperienced young woman….
With his intense good looks, commanding presence and unquestionable power, he’ll carefully charm her and entice her into his bed, where he’ll teach her the ways of love—by giving her the most amazingly sensual night of her life!
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I was born in South Africa but I’m an Australian citizen now, with a New Zealand-born husband. We had an epic introduction to Australia. We landed in Perth then drove around the “top end” with four kids under the age of eight. There were some marvelous times and wonderful sights, and ever since, we’ve been fascinated by wild Australia. We’ve done quite a bit of exploring of the coastline by boat, including one amazing trip to the Kimberley.
We’ve also farmed and trained racehorses, and after our fifth child was born, I started to write. It was something I’d always wanted to do but never seemed to know how to start. Then one day I sat down at the kitchen table with an abandoned exercise book, suddenly convinced the time had come to stop dreaming about it and start doing it. That book never got published, but it certainly opened the floodgates!
The Cattle Baron’s Virgin Wife
~ AN INNOCENT IN HIS BED ~
Lindsay Armstrong
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER ONE
SIENNA TORRANCE packed her bag and prepared to farewell her patient for another day but Finn McLeod had other ideas.
He watched her out of dark blue moody eyes.
They both wore skin-tight stretch track suits and they were both drenched in sweat. But whereas she bent to zip her bag and straightened to wring out her honey-coloured pony-tail with lithe movements that showed off a compact, leggy figure with delicious hips, he was confined to his wheel chair.
That wasn’t entirely true. On his better days, since a car accident had seriously injured his left leg, he could get about with a walking stick. But Sienna, his physiotherapist, always insisted he use the chair after a session with him. She even made a practice of ceremonially wheeling him out of his private gym back to the house and handing him over to Dave, his nurse, although the chair was motorized.
Not, for that matter, that he needed a nurse now, but Dave was also a trained masseur and he doubled as his valet and driver.
‘Come in and have a drink,’ he said abruptly as she started to push him.
‘Oh, no, thanks, Finn, I do need to be off,’ she replied—she had a fascinating, rather husky voice.
‘Where to? Another patient? It’s nearly six o’clock. A boyfriend?’
Sienna hesitated. ‘No, but it’s been a long day.’
‘Or do you have something against fraternizing with me?’
Sienna grimaced as she manoeuvred the chair down a ramp and outside to a path that ran between thick, rich green lawns and riotously colourful flower beds. There were bees humming, birds calling and butterflies hovering.
It would be hard to find a lovelier property than hilltop Eastwood, she thought as they approached the main house. It followed the Queensland tradition of wide, covered verandas, steep roofs and double outside doors to capture the breeze, but rather than being wooden it was built of honey-coloured sandstone with a sage-green roof. It also had marvellous views down to the Brisbane River.
‘I don’t fraternize with patients,’ she said carefully. ‘Nothing personal!’ she added on an upward beat. ‘I’m also a working girl with a million things to do.’
‘If you don’t come in for a drink and a chat,’ he said ominously, ‘I’ll put this chair on auto and drive myself into the river.’
Sienna stopped pushing and slammed a brake on. ‘Finn,’ she said quietly, however, after taking a deep breath, ‘don’t be silly. Look, I know how frustrating this must be. But you’ve done so well, I’m full of admiration for you! And the end is in sight now.’
It was true, she did admire Finn McLeod for his pain-filled perseverance towards regaining his mobility after the tragic accident that had claimed the life of his fiancée.
She’d rarely seen such will-power, and she had seen him often with his knuckles white and his teeth almost driven through his bottom lip as he’d doggedly pursued his rehabilitation.
She’d also acknowledged that through all this, he was still dynamically attractive even when he could be cutting and moody. Not that, for professional reasons, she’d ever allowed herself to dwell on it. Anyway, she regarded herself as fireproof when it came to men.
‘Silly?’ he reflected. ‘I’ve got a business proposition to put to you, Ms Torrance, so I don’t see anything silly about it at all.’
Sienna stared down at the top of his head. His thick dark hair was tousled and damp. She frowned. ‘What kind of a business proposition could there possibly be between us?’
‘You’re going to have to wheel me on to find out.’
Sienna clicked her tongue in annoyance. She was used to humouring men, she often turned down outrageous propositions with a
