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“So you won’t marry me?”
“No.”
“What about your financial problems?”
“I’m looking for a job, not a meal ticket,” Lizzy said coldly. “I’m sorry if you feel you’ve wasted an expensive bottle of champagne on me, but you’re going to have to look elsewhere for a wife. I’m not for sale.”
Wearily, she made to push back her chair, but Tye caught her wrist.
“Lizzy, wait! You want a job? I’ll give you a job. If you won’t marry me yourself, you can find me someone who will.”
In the hot, dusty Australian Outback, the last thing a woman expects to find is a husband….
Clare, the Englishwoman, Ellie, the tomboy and Lizzy, the career girl, don’t come to this harsh, beautiful land looking for love.
Yet they all find themselves saying “I do” to a handsome Australian man of their dreams!
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Welcome to an exciting new trilogy by rising star
Jessica Hart
Celebrate three unexpected weddings, Australian-style!
A Bride for Barra Creek
Jessica Hart
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For Annie, with love on reaching Chapter Ten.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
‘YOU may kiss the bride.’
Smiling, Lizzy watched as Jack cupped Ellie’s face between his hands and bent his head to kiss her. It was only a brief kiss, but Lizzy was sure that for that moment the two of them had completely forgotten their audience and existed only for each other.
Lucky Ellie, thought Lizzy as she saw Jack’s hand close firmly around her sister’s, and she couldn’t help wondering a little wistfully if it would ever be her turn. When was she going to find someone who belonged with her the way Jack belonged with Ellie?
Not that she didn’t have more important things to worry about, Lizzy reminded herself. Like finding a job. Falling in love would be wonderful, but it wouldn’t pay off her credit card bills, would it?
Lizzy’s mind flickered towards the likely total, and veered away like a startled horse. She shouldn’t have bought those shoes, she thought, glancing down at them a little guiltily. They had been an extravagance, but they were perfect with the dress, and she’d had to look nice for Ellie’s wedding. It wasn’t every day your little sister got married.
Anyway, Lizzy decided firmly, she wasn’t going to think about her overdraft today. This was Ellie’s day.
Blue eyes warm with affection, Lizzy looked around the old woolshed. It looked as if the entire district had turned out to see Ellie marry Jack Henderson. How could their marriage fail to be a success when so many people were there to wish them well? All the faces were familiar to Lizzy, all were smiling.
Except one.
He was standing on his own, not talking, not smiling, just surveying the scene with an air of detached cynicism that made him stand out from the crowd far more than his height or his dark, harsh features.
As a child, Lizzy had been sent a book of fairy tales from England. It had been illustrated with green fields and dense, dark forests that had meant little to a child growing up in the outback. One of the pictures had shown a wolf, barely disguised beneath a fleece, prowling through a field of sheep. It had conveyed the same sense of lurking menace that Lizzy felt now, staring at the stranger, and a tiny shiver tiptoed down her spine.
The photographer was busily arranging family groups and Lizzy was called just then to stand next to her sister. Smiling obediently for the camera, she craned her neck slightly to keep the mysterious stranger in view over the photographer’s shoulder, and her interest deepened when she saw the way the other guests eyed him askance and were careful to give him a wide berth. Clearly she wasn’t the only one who sensed something different about him, something dangerous, yet strangely compelling.
Released by the photographer,
