The Secret Heiress. Bethany Campbell

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      BETHANY CAMPBELL

      has written forty-eight novels and novellas of romance and romantic suspense. An eight-time finalist for the RITA^® Award, she has won three, as well as three Reviewers’ Choice Awards, a Maggie Award and a Daphne du Maurier Award.

      Under another name, she has published articles, short stories and poetry. Her proudest moments outside of romance were doing a poetry workshop with Maya Angelou, and being presented two poetry awards in one evening by Gwendolyn Brooks.

      She won the 2005 Cape Fear Screen Writing Award, and her film script, Three Apples Fall, has just been shot and edited by LCW productions.

      Her husband, Dan, has written science fiction, a syndicated humor column and a number of short plays and screenplays. The couple lives in northwest Arkansas with three cats and a garden that’s been out of control for fourteen years. Their favorite pastime is watching movies and videos. They plan, someday, to clean their office.

      To the memory of Charlotte and Jesse Hall

       and to their children, John and my dear Mary Ann

      CONTENTS

      PART ONE: Australia, the Northern Territory

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      PART TWO: Hunter Valley, New South Wales

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      PART THREE: Australia, The Hunter Valley

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      PART FOUR: Australia, The Hunter Valley

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      PART FIVE: Australia, The Hunter Valley

      Epilogue

      PART ONE

      Australia, the Northern Territory

      February

      Chapter One

      The tall Kentuckian, Andrew Preston, was new to Australia.

      And he’d come to the Northern Territory for a practical reason. He’d meant, with the help of his old friend Mick, to test the Territory’s political waters. He needed support in his run for the presidency of the International Thoroughbred Racing Federation.

      At the moment, though, the political waters were icy cold.

      “Listen, Yank,” the big man, Francis Bleak said. “Australian leadership should come from Oz. Reforms? We don’t need none. We’re doing fine as we are. Now I got work to do.”

      The Thoroughbred breeder turned his broad back and walked into the stable. The three men who’d stood by him, listening stony-faced, cast cold glances at Andrew and silently followed Bleak inside.

      Andrew looked at Mick and Mick looked at Andrew.

      Straight-faced, Andrew said, “This is starting out really well, eh?”

      Mick, a breeder himself, ruddy and red-haired, shrugged. “You told me to introduce you to some tough ones. I just did. It could have been worse. He could have shot you.” Mick started toward his Jeep.

      “Be quiet,” Andrew cautioned. “We’re not out of range yet. I take it he’ll vote for Bullock.”

      “Righto,” Mick said with a nod. “But I warned you about Bleak. Hey, I’ve known him all my life. He may raise horses, but he’s an ass.”

      Mick and Andrew, both thirty-five, had once been roommates in grad school in Kentucky. Mick, squarely built and freckled, had returned to Australia, where he now was president of the Northern Territory Thoroughbred Association.

      In Kentucky, Andrew had served two terms as executive director of the Thoroughbred Association of the Americas, Southern Region. He was a tall, lean and broad-shouldered man. His dark hair was thick and wavy, his features finely carved. For generations, his family had bred and raced Thoroughbreds, and he moved with an expert horseman’s physical confidence.

      He loved the sport, but he had serious concerns about it. Serious enough to make him take action. When he’d been asked to run for the presidency of the International Thoroughbred Racing Federation, ITRF, he’d taken it as a great honor. But an even greater responsibility.

      When he spoke of reforms, he meant reforms. Reforms in breeding, equine safety—and the ugly inroads crime had made into the sport. There were people, powerful people, who didn’t like his ideas, especially about cleaning out the criminal element.

      Mick had kept company with him this week to personally introduce Andrew to the racing СКАЧАТЬ