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Zane O’Sullivan, Julia Thought,
Her Heart Pounding. In The Flesh.
He hunkered down to where her car had slid into the ditch. “Helluva place to park,” he drawled, his tone as dry as the summer road.
That smoke-and-whiskey voice had always unsettled her—made her pulse beat a little quicker, her breath come a little shallower. A decade later, that hadn’t changed.
But some things had changed. Defined by a close-fitting T-shirt, his chest was broader, deeper, stronger. His face looked leaner, his cheekbones more sharply chiseled, and a network of well-etched lines radiated beyond his sunglasses.
Those lines deepened, as if he’d narrowed his gaze. “You okay? You look a bit stunned.”
He straightened to open her door, and she quickly looked away, but not quickly enough to avoid an eyeful of denim-encased male groin. Suddenly she felt more than stunned. She felt breathless, dizzy.
The heat, she told herself…
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Zane: The Wild One
Bronwyn Jameson
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BRONWYN JAMESON
spent much of her childhood with her head buried in a book. As a teenager, she discovered romance novels, and it was only a matter of time before she turned her love of reading them into a love of writing them. Bronwyn shares an idyllic piece of the Australian farming heartland with her husband and three sons, a thousand sheep, a dozen horses, assorted wildlife and one kelpie dog. She still chooses to spend her limited downtime with a good book. Bronwyn loves to hear from readers. Write to her at [email protected].
For my boys—thanks for your support, your humor,
your insight into the male psyches and the coffee.
I love you all.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
One
It wasn’t like in the movies.
The action didn’t cut to slow motion as her tires lost traction in the loose gravel, sending the car into a wildly slewing fishtail. The camera didn’t zoom to closeup as she wrestled for control of the wheel. There was no sense of time standing still. No sudden clarity of thought, sound, motion. No if-onlys.
One second Julia Goodwin was proceeding at her usual sensible speed, midway through the twelve-mile drive from her home in Plenty to her sister’s country property; the next she came upon a trio of magpies directly in her path. And seemingly the next second after that she was sitting there, steering wheel clutched in a death grip, going nowhere. In between there had undoubtedly been some swerving, slewing and wrestling, but not much thinking.
Finally she opened her eyes—to the sight of a kangaroo loping through the summer-dry grass that edged the unsealed road. The big grey stopped and lifted its head to scent the air.
“Now if you had been sitting on the road, big guy, I’d have had reason to take evasive action.” As the animal bounded gracefully over a fence and disappeared from sight, she shook her head in self-reproach. During countless driving lessons, many along this same road, she’d been told never to swerve for wildlife. To slow down, hit the horn and let them do their own evading.
Except Julia would never risk hurting any living thing, birds included. So she had closed her eyes, braked hard and swerved, all of which had probably contributed to her current predicament…and being stuck in this particular roadside ditch was definitely a predicament.
Because she loved the view from the top of Quilty’s Hill, she’d taken the back road to Chantal’s, and it wasn’t called “the back road” for nothing. Passing traffic was…well…there wasn’t any.
Still,
