Some things are worth more than money.
Maddie is on her way to Harwood Downs Cattle Station to evict cowboy Kyson Brown from the land he loves. The property’s absentee owner has leased it to an open-cut mining company.
Kyson refuses to give in without a fight, and he enlists surveyor Connor Benton to help save Harwood Downs from environmental destruction.
When Maddie is stranded for a few days, Kyson and Connor show her a world of new experiences, both in bed and on the lush soil of Harwood Downs.
Maddie’s duty to her employer is clear, but how can she give up the best sexual experience of her life?
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About the Author
Alysha Ellis lives in Australia and when she isn't busy drinking champagne, eating chocolate and letting her inner tart run free, she writes erotic comedy. Her favourite quote comes from Mae West… A hard man is good to find. Who could argue with that? Alysha tries very hard to be bad, because bad girls have all the fun.
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Copyright © Alysha Ellis 2016. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
Sweat trickled down Maddie’s neck, gathered in the hollow at the base of her throat then poured into the valley between her breasts. She’d already dialed the air conditioner down to its lowest setting, fan running at full speed. For a fleeting moment, she thought about opening the window to let in a blast of fresh air, but outside, where the sun beat down on the dry grass plains, the temperature was close to forty degrees.
According to the GPS, there were twenty minutes left in a journey that should never have been necessary. If Kyson Brown, manager of Harwood Downs, had returned her phone calls, answered his email or acknowledged any of the numerous attempts the legal firm she worked for had made to contact him, she wouldn’t be driving in this outrageous heat.
A small part of her winced at the thought of this beautiful scenery stripped and scarred by the ugliness of open-cut coal mining, but progress was progress, and profit the bottom line.
An orange warning light flashed ominously on the dashboard, and her lips tightened. She’d told her boss she needed the bigger, newer company car, but John O’Kane had shrugged and said, “Someone else has it booked.”
It hadn’t mattered that the other lawyer was using the car to drive from one part of the city to another, and Maddie had been making a five-hundred-kilometer trip. Maddie was the most junior member of the practice, and the job she’d been given was little more than a courier’s run. The badly maintained vehicle she’d been allocated matched her humble task. She had to deliver a set of documents into Kyson Brown’s hands, then head back to the blessed cool of the city.
Assuming, of course, that Kyson Brown was still working and living on Harwood Downs. The company that owned the cattle station, having acquired it in a takeover and appointed Brown as a manager, had taken no further interest in it. Maddie’s well-regulated legal mind had been horrified to discover there had been no audits, no perusal of expenses, not even the most basic of inspections to make sure the property and its buildings were properly maintained.