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After years of financial struggle, Leath Robson and her brother are ecstatic when they're willed a property in northern New Zealand. It brings highly sought after security. But Leath struggles with guilt when she discovers their benefactor spent her last years alone in a nursing home. Who was this mystery woman? And why is there suddenly a large offer for the property? Kirk Buchanan left the family farm years ago to find his own way. Summoned home, he's devastated to find his father suffering from Alzheimer's. Hearing his dad often visits his childhood home, Kirk resolves to purchase it, wanting to give his dad some measure of comfort. He doesn't expect the new owners to turn down his generous offer. Nor does he expect to be attracted to the fiery Leath. As Leath encounters Kirk time and again, her initial distrust slowly changes into a far deeper feeling. Despite this, her focus is on finding who left her and Rob the land. Kirk realizes that maybe who owns the property isn't as important as matters of the heart. Will these parallel journeys bring them together or tear them apart?
“What do you want?” he demanded. “Name your price and I’ll match it.”
Her eyes boggled and her eyebrows rose. Was he serious? Yes, it appeared he was, from the way he waved an agitated arm around.
“Come on. Name it,” he snapped. “Everyone has their price. What’s yours?” His Machiavellian smirk conveyed his certainty.
Frowning, Leath stared up at him. “You mean if we asked for, what, ten million dollars, you’d give it to us?” She shook her head. “You’re crazy.”
She didn’t believe for a moment he’d seriously consider that sort of amount and gasped when he replied almost immediately.
“That’s your price, ten million?”
“No, Mr. Buchanan, that’s not our price!” Leath feared he might reach for his cheque book. “That was just a stupid figure plucked out of the air. We’ve already given you our answer, twice.”
Seeing a very slight slump in his shoulders and something odd in his expression, Leath softened the blow. “I’m sorry if you’re disappointed.” She even smiled up at him, “but it’s not going to change. We like the place.”
“But you have to sell it to me!”
Stepping back at the ferociousness in his voice, Leath bit her lip.
“I have to have it.”
His apparent desperation caused a sympathetic response from her. “I’m sorry.” She felt compelled to soften her voice. “We’re not selling.”
“But you must.” He stretched out and would have grabbed her arms if she hadn’t stepped back once more. “It’s ours and I mean to have it back.”
Anne Ashby grew up in a very small coastal town in Southland, New Zealand. An eagerness to travel, fostered by her mother, led her to join the Royal NZ Navy where she enjoyed a very satisfying career. She has travelled extensively and lived in Singapore and Maryland USA. Anne's contemporary stories are set in New Zealand or have New Zealand characters and bring something of her beautiful country to romance readers everywhere. Anne has a keen interest in genealogy, an obsession for rugby and a definite dislike of housework. When not reading or writing, Anne finds plenty to occupy her time with her family and her role as the National President of the Royal NZ Naval Women's Association. She currently lives in Auckland with her husband and one of their four children with four grandchildren living close by.