Letter from Seraphim (our heroine) to her elderly and much loved Nanny in England.
Dear Nanny M,
I know you’ll be surprised to receive this letter. I can scarce believe I’m writing it myself. But as you don’t have a mobile and I’m not sat in the morning room with you , I wanted to tell you how things are going.
First of all, I’m on the first leg of my flight to Australia. But I’m so disappointed because Chad’s not with me. Turns out he’s travelling economy. Can you imagine? It must be awful. I can hear a baby screaming from here. When I’ve finished this, I’m going to find him.
Just think, this time tomorrow I’m going to be in Queensland on my way to Chad’s property. He’s told me a lot about it, but it’s hard to imagine. The words hot and dusty pop up regularly, so I think I’m going to need that sunscreen. He asked me to go on a “muster” with him. I was too embarrassed to ask what that was, so I just agreed. Guess I’ll find out soon enough!
Is Mummy still furious? Have you seen Barry? I feel just terrible about the wedding. But I just know that marrying Barry would have been the biggest mistake of my life. I know it’s crazy, and that I haven’t known Chad very long, but I just fell head over heels. He’s so confident and kind and handsome and … well, I think you’ll understand. At least, I hope so.
Anyway, the seatbelt lights pinged off so I’m off to find Chad. Oh, Nanny M, I feel so excited and so scared all at the same time. Things may not work out I know, but I plan to give it my best shot. I just can’t bear to let him go. And I think he feels the same.
Please write soon, missing you already. Give my love to Dad and Mum.
All my love,
About A Man For All Seasons
When rodeo rider, Chad Cherub, steps off the plane at Heathrow, love is the last thing on his mind. He’s travelled from Australia to do a business deal with wealthy Walter Driscoll. However, he is distracted by Wally’s gorgeous daughter Seraphim.
Sweet, spoiled Seraphim, a gifted dressage rider, is troubled. Engaged to the eminently suitable Barry Wellington-Worth, Chad’s arrival forces her to acknowledge the truth. She does not love her fiancé.
Chad and Seraphim fly south to Oz. But the secrets of the past and the prejudices of the present threaten to tear them apart. Can love bloom in the Outback?
“You’re absolutely frozen,” he said.
She stared at him blankly for a minute until she realised he was quite right. Her toes were numb and the marrow in her leg bones seemed to throb in protest. Small spasms coursed through her body and she shivered like a sapling in the wind. But how could he know that it was nothing to do with the cold? How could he know that desire fizzed through her like a Catherine wheel? How could he know that her lips wanted to part to ask for a kiss? How could he know? The answer of course, was that she had to tell him.
She caught his wrist in her hand and looked at him. Her breath came in jagged bursts and she felt as if she would implode with need. “Warm me,” she whispered.
For an agonising eternity he remained frozen, his eyes locked in hers. And then his hand slid over the fall of her jaw and slowly encircled her throat. “I can feel your pulse,” he whispered. “It feels like a butterfly in a net.” Then he dropped his head and his mouth met hers, softly catching up her lower lip.
She tipped back her head, a small moan of ecstasy filtering through their union. Instinctively she moved into the unfamiliar realms of his body and her mouth began to explore. Heat flared in her core as his hands slid around her and pulled her close.
Tentatively at first, and then with growing confidence, she began to explore the iron hard muscles of his shoulders and back. Her legs felt so hollow that she believed she would fall without his hold upon her. Surrender beckoned with her mysterious smile.
About the Author
I am a writer of rural romance, YA fiction, and more recently, literary fiction. In 2010, The Overlander, a teen novel, won a place in a competition co-run by Allen & Unwin and The Queensland Writers Centre.
Born in Britain, I arrived in Australia as a young woman in 1985 for an impromptu holiday and never left. I fell in love with the Australian bush, its unique flora and fauna and the colourful personalities that inhabit the country. I am presently situated on acreage close to Toowoomba in South East Queensland. I have been writing for six years and my rural romance, A Man For All Seasons, is now published with e-publisher Steam eReads.