Central to Nowhere

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When Ivy steps over the cattle grid, reality hits. Capricorn Station is vast, desolate and Central to Nowhere. But Ivy has come too far to back out now. Shes left her past behind her is desperate to make this work. Stockman Adam ORourke is equally determined that shes going home ASAPbefore he gets too used to having her around. He let a pretty face get into his soul once before and is still reeling from the heartache. City girl Ivy is not the jillaroo he was expecting to help on his station over the summer. She cant even ride a horse. But it isnt long before Ivy realises theres more between her and Adam than a job. Ivy has only one summer on Capricorn Station. One season thats passing way too fast. And when Adams past blows in unexpectedly, Ivy realises too late that falling for him is bringing back everything she is running from.

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D. J. Blackmore has milked cows and made cheese. Shes bartered house-made Gouda for wine at a boutique vineyard near her home in the Hunter Valley, New South Wales. She has collected eggs barefoot from the hen-house. A short stint with horses saw her falling off, concussing herself in the process. She broke her best arm. Now she steers clear of animals of the equine persuasion. Perhaps you will see her mountain-biking through bush tracks, or standing on the sidelines of a Dirt Track Meeting to watch her husband's need for speed on a motorcycle. If you cant find her there, shes probably in the rose garden at home. Wherever you find her, she will be carrying a laptop and a head full of ideas. The author prefers to stir adrenaline with her pen rather than horsepower. Shes reared babies and Border Collies. Being the mother of five is her greatest achievement. Writing is a close second. D. J. Blackmore has milked cows and made cheese. Shes bartered house-made Gouda for wine at a boutique vineyard near her home in the Hunter Valley, New South Wales. She has collected eggs barefoot from the hen-house. A short stint with horses saw her falling off, concussing herself in the process. She broke her best arm. Now she steers clear of animals of the equine persuasion. Perhaps you will see her mountain-biking through bush tracks, or standing on the sidelines of a Dirt Track Meeting to watch her husband's need for speed on a motorcycle. If you cant find her there, shes probably in the rose garden at home. Wherever you find her, she will be carrying a laptop and a head full of ideas. The author prefers to stir adrenaline with her pen rather than horsepower. Shes reared babies and Border Collies. Being the mother of five is her greatest achievement. Writing is a close second.