Meet the Author:
Annie Seaton lives on the edge of the South Pacific Ocean on the east coast of Australia She is fulfilling her lifelong dream of writing and has been delighted to discover that readers love reading her stories as much as she loves writing them. Annie lives with her own hero of many years. Their two children are now grown up and married, and two beautiful grandchildren have arrived. Now they share their home with Toby, the naughtiest dog in the universe, and two white cats. When she is not writing she can be found in her garden or walking on the beach... or most likely on her deck overlooking the ocean, camera in hand as the sun sets. Each winter, Annie and her husband leave the beach to roam the remote areas of Australia for story ideas and research. In 2014 Annie was voted Author of the Year and in 2015 was voted Best Established Author in the AusRomToday.com Readers' Choice Awards. Readers can contact Annie through her website annieseaton.net or find her on Face Book, Twitter and Instagram.
About the Book:
“Good morning, Goldilocks.” His voice was husky as he met her gaze.
“I hope you don’t mind me sleeping over. I didn’t have the heart to wake you up. It was after midnight when I pulled the pin.”
Garth sat on the edge of the bed and reached over and pushed her tousled hair back from her rosy cheeks. “Not at all. I’m sorry I was such a rude host.” He frowned. “Won’t they be worried over at Prickle Creek?”
Lucy rolled over onto her back and stretched. Garth tried hard not to look at the round breasts clearly outlined by her tight T-shirt. He looked away and his attention landed on her jeans lying on the floor beside the bed.
Bloody hell. Lucy Peterkin was in his bed and semi-naked.
“No, I called Jemmy and told her I was staying the night.”
“But won’t they think—”
Lucy sat up and put her finger over his lips. “Ssh Bloody hell. She’s flirting with me.
He lifted his hand and held her fingers against his face. Slowly and gently he turned it over and placed his lips on her open palm. Her skin was warm as he murmured against it. “No one else? What about the man? Does he get a say in the matter?”
“Depends on whether the man wanted me in his bed or not.”