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Chapters (53)
  1. Cover
  2. About Alison Stuart
  3. Also by Alison Stuart
  4. Title Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Prologue
  7. One
  8. Two
  9. Three
  10. Four
  11. Five
  12. Six
  13. Seven
  14. Eight
  15. Nine
  16. Ten
  17. Eleven
  18. Twelve
  19. Thirteen
  20. Fourteen
  21. Fifteen
  22. Sixteen
  23. Seventeen
  24. Eighteen
  25. Nineteen
  26. Twenty
  27. Twenty-One
  28. Twenty-Two
  29. Twenty-Three
  30. Twenty-Four
  31. Twenty-Five
  32. Twenty-Six
  33. Twenty-Seven
  34. Twenty-Eight
  35. Twenty-Nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-One
  38. Thirty-Two
  39. Thirty-Three
  40. Thirty-Four
  41. Thirty-Five
  42. Thirty-Six
  43. Thirty-Seven
  44. Thirty-Eight
  45. Thirty-Nine
  46. Forty
  47. Forty-One
  48. Forty-Two
  49. Forty-Three
  50. Forty-Four
  51. Author’s Note
  52. Acknowledgements
  53. Preview of The Goldminer's Sister

She shivered as he reversed the process. This time his hands skimmed her breasts. She let out a sigh as the hands came to rest on her shoulders and he drew her into him, applying his mouth to the sweet spot at the base of her neck, peppering her throat with soft butterfly kisses. One hand pressed into the base of her spine and she melted against him, her back arching as he slid the nightdress away from her shoulders. It dropped with a sigh at her feet and she stepped out of it, completely naked in the arms of the man she loved.

Caleb slid his braces away from his shoulders, managing to divest himself of his clothes without relinquishing his hold on her as his lips ran down her body. Adelaide closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the moment as skin touched skin. Then, and only then, did she dare to raise her own hands, running her fingers lightly across the hard planes of his back, the soft hair of his chest and lower …

He gave a groan as her fingers brushed against him and buried his face in her hair, sighing her name, before scooping her up and carrying her across to the large cedar bed furnished with pristine white linen.

I was lost, she thought as they entwined, one body, one being. He has found me …

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The clock on the General Post Office further down Bourke Street tolled one in the morning and the flickering of the streetlights cast shadows into the corners of the room. A soft breeze through the open window stirred the lace curtains.

Caleb stared at the elegant cornices of the room as he stroked her head, her hair fanning across his chest. She seemed to be asleep, her breathing deep and even, but Caleb thought he would never sleep again. Every nerve in his body was awake, sensitive to the slightest movement, the slightest nuance.

It had been less than five months since he had landed in this town, tired, angry and jaded with life, looking for the next opportunity for a quick dollar, caring for no one, not even himself. He didn’t recognise that man any more. Adelaide had given him back his life and his self-respect. She had brought purpose and meaning to a life seemingly scarred forever by war and imprisonment.