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She was like no woman he’d ever kissed
She was sodden with sea spray. She wore no trace of makeup and her hair was blown every which way. There were trickles of rainwater running down her nose, merging with the rain on his face where their lips met. She looked as far from his ideal woman as he could possibly imagine any woman being.
So how could she be meeting this need—this desperate desire that until now he’d never known he’d had?
Dear Reader,
We have our summer holidays at a remote little fisherman’s cottage where only a tiny strip of land connects us to the mainland. While snoozing on the beach (my major holiday occupation), I thought, wouldn’t it be fun to wipe out the road and lock two completely disparate people together? Before I knew it, I wasn’t on holiday anymore—I was plotting like crazy. Joss and Amy are the result.
I hope you enjoy the outcome of my snoozing!
I’d love your feedback. Contact me through my Web site at www.marionlennox.com.
Happy reading!
Marion Lennox
Stormbound Surgeon
Marion Lennox
MILLS & BOON
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CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
PROLOGUE
THE lawyer cleared his throat and looked miserable. This was nothing short of blackmail, and the girl before him deserved so much better.
But the old man finally had her where he wanted her. Robert Fleming had manipulated people all his life. The only person who’d broken free had been his stepdaughter, and now he was controlling her from the grave.
The will was watertight. Fleming would succeed and there wasn’t a thing the lawyer could do about it.
‘Just read it,’ Amy said, stony-faced. The lawyer collected himself. And read.
‘To my stepdaughter, Amy Freye, I leave my home, White-Breakers. I also leave her the land on Shipwreck Bluff and sufficient funds to build a forty-bed nursing home. The home is to be built in the style of a resort, to ensure resale is possible, and I set aside the following to be invested for maintenance…
The above bequest is conditional on Amy living permanently in Iluka for at least ten years from the time of my death. If she doesn’t fulfill this condition, White-Breakers and the nursing home are to be sold and my entire estate is to be divided evenly between my nephews. The nursing home is to be sold as a resort for holiday-makers who’ll appreciate Iluka. As Amy never has.’
CHAPTER ONE
‘IF IT doesn’t stop raining soon I’ll brain someone.’ Amy put her nose against the window and groaned. Outside it was raining so hard she could barely see waves breaking on the shoreline fifty yards away.
‘Great idea. Brain Mrs Craddock first.’ Kitty, Amy’s receptionist, was entirely sympathetic. ‘If I hear “Silver Threads” one more time I’ll do the deed myself.’
It was too late. From the sitting room came the sound of the piano, badly played, and Mrs Craddock’s warbling old voice drowned out the television.
‘Darling, we are getting old,
Silver threads among the gold…’
Murder was looking distinctly appealing, Amy decided. ‘Can you taste arsenic in cocoa?’ she muttered. ‘And just what are the grounds for justifiable homicide?’
‘Whatever they are, it can’t be more justifiable than this. A week of rain and this lot…’
It was the limit. Nothing ever happened in Iluka, and this week even less than nothing was happening. The locals jokingly called Iluka God’s Waiting Room and at times like this Amy could only agree.
It did have some things going for it. Iluka was a beautiful seaside promontory with a climate that was second to none—apart from this week, of course, when the heavens were threatening another Great Flood. It had two golf courses, three bowling greens, magnificent beaches and wonderful walking trails.
On the cliff out of town was Millionaire’s Row—a strip of outlandishly expensive real estate. At the height of summer the town buzzed with ostentatious wealth.
But the rest of the time it didn’t buzz at all. Iluka was a retiree’s dream. The average age of Iluka’s residents seemed about ninety, and when the rain set in there was nothing to do at all.
Nothing, nothing and nothing.
Card games. Scrabble. Hobbies.
Lionel Waveny had made five kites this month and he hadn’t flown any of them. The sitting room was crowded at the best of times, and if he made one more kite they’d have to sit on them.
From the sitting room came excited twittering. ‘Amy… Bert’s won.’
Great. Excitement plus! Summoning a smile Amy headed into the sitting room to congratulate Bert on his latest triumph in mah-jong. She stepped over Lionel’s kites and sighed. She really should stop him making them but she didn’t have the heart. They were making him happy. Someone should be happy. So…
‘Great kite,’
