Praise for Meredith Webber
âThe romance is emotional, passionate, and does not appear to be forced as everything happens gradually and naturally. The authorâs fans and everyone who loves sheikh romance are gonna love this one.â
âHarlequinJunkie on The Sheikh Doctorâs Bride
âThe One Man to Heal Her by Meredith Webber was a well-written romance with a well-constructed storyline which was both enjoyable and believable.â
âHarlequinJunkie
Welcome to Paradise!
Meet the small but dedicated team of medics who service the remote Pacific Wildfire Island.
In this idyllic setting relationships are rekindled, passions are stirred, and bonds that will last a lifetime are forged in the tropical heat â¦
But thereâs also a darker side to paradiseâsecrets, lies and greed amidst the Lockhart family threaten the community, and the team find themselves fighting to save more than the lives of their patients. They must band together to fight for the future of the island theyâve all come to call home!
Read Caroline and Keanuâs story in
The Man She Could Never Forget by Meredith Webber
Read Anna and Lukeâs story in
The Nurse Who Stole His Heart by Alison Roberts
Read Maddie and Joshâs story in
Saving Maddieâs Baby by Marion Lennox
Read Sarah and Harryâs story in
A Sheikh to Capture Her Heart by Meredith Webber
All available now!
The very best thing about writing this book was that I shared the experience with two very good friends. Together we set up Wildfire Island, and over a couple of years we got together to refine the stories and make them work together.
Recently Marion Lennox, from Victoria, Alison Roberts, from New Zealand, and I were on the Gold Coast in Queensland, where I live. Theyâd rented a lovely apartment high on a hill above the beach, from where they could look out at the whales passing south after the annual pilgrimage to our shores. Together we sat watching the stunning views and talked about our characters, who were very real people to us by then, and we sorted out the very last chapter of the last book so all our readers would know what had happened to everyone a year or so later.
Such fun! We hadnât done a series together since Crocodile Creek, and it was a great challenge to have.
All the best,
Meredith Webber
MEREDITH WEBBER lives on the sunny Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia, but takes regular trips west into the Outback, fossicking for gold or opals. These breaks in the beautiful and sometimes cruel red earth country provide her with an escape from the writing desk and a chance for the mind to roam freeânot to mention getting some much needed exercise. They also supply the kernels of so many stories itâs hard for her to stop writing!
To all my writing friends,
but in particular Marion and Alison.
RAHMAN AL-TARAQ WAS BROODING. At least, that was what he assumed he was doing, but, never having been what heâd consider a moody man, it had taken a while to reach that conclusion.
If asked, heâd have described himself as aâwell, driven was probably the only wordâman. Driven to succeed, to prove himself, to be the best he could and garner admiration for his achievements rather than for having, purely by chance, been born into royalty.
Wealthy royalty!
It wasnât that the servants at the palace where heâd grown up had bowed and scraped, but very early on heâd realised that every whim would be granted and treats of all kinds supplied, not because heâd done something to deserve them but because of who he was.
What other six-year-old boy would be given an elephant for his birthday, simply because heâd happened to mention in passing that the elephant heâd seen in a travelling show shouldnât have to live with a chain around its foot?
That thought made him smile!
Imagine bringing Rajah here, to this tropical paradise in the South Pacific! Heâd love the rainforest, but would decimate the villagersâ gardens in a week.
Maybe less.
Besides which he was getting too old to travel.
He sighed, a sure sign he was brooding, and as brooding was a totally pointless occupation and achieved precisely nothing, a man who was into achievementâor had beenâshould do something about it.
He stood up and paced the bure heâd had built for himself as part of his exclusive resort on Wildfire Island, his eyes barely registering the beauty of the natural stone, the polished, ecologically sourced timber, the intricately woven local mats. From outside it might look like a typical island home, but inside â¦
In truth, he might be driven to achieve recognition for his work, but he didnât mind a few trappings of luxury.
Work!
There was that word again.
No matter how hard he tried to convince himself the work he was doing now was important and worthwhile, which it was, there was always a but.