Princes of the Outback: The Rugged Loner / The Rich Stranger / The Ruthless Groom

Princes of the Outback: The Rugged Loner / The Rich Stranger / The Ruthless Groom
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Three gorgeous Australian brothers need babies…and wives! A sensual trilogy from Bronwyn JamesonThe Rugged Loner Angelina was scandalised that, after she’d offered to bear the Carlisle heir his father’s will demanded, Tomas had dared to suggest that they make a baby…without sharing a bed. Well, she wanted him to choose a better, more intimate way. She wanted the man she loved…The Rich Stranger Desperate Catriona McConnell had gambled her debts against marriage and a baby – and she’d lost! So now she was handsome tycoon Rafe Carlisle’s wife, destined to have his child, and she’d suddenly realised she wanted more. The Ruthless GroomHe needed a wife and he needed her tonight. Enter Zara Lovett with her killer legs and explosive chemistry, but it wasn’t the fireworks between them that drove Alex – he needed to meet the terms of his father’s will. All he had to do was make Zara say yes!

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These rugged Australian heroes won’t be denied!

PRINCES OF THE OUTBACK

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Princes of the Outback

by Bronwyn Jameson

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The Rugged LonerThe Rich StrangerThe Ruthless Groom

Princes of the Outback

Bronwyn Jameson


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Bronwyn Jameson spent much of her childhood with her head buried in a book. As a teenager, she discovered romance novels and it was only a matter of time before she turned her love of reading them into a love of writing them. Bronwyn shares an idyllic piece of the Australian farming heartland with her husband and three sons, a thousand sheep, a dozen horses, assorted wildlife and one kelpie dog. She still chooses to spend her limited downtime with a good book. Bronwyn loves to hear from readers. Write to her at [email protected].

The Rugged Loner

Prologue

Charles Carlisle knew he was dying. His family denied it. The herd of medical specialists they’d employed kept skirting around the flanks of the truth like a team of well-trained cattle dogs, but Chas knew his number had come up.

If the tumor mushrooming inside his brain didn’t finish him off, the intense radiation therapy he was about to commence would. The only other soul willing to accept the truth was his good mate Jack Konrads. Not surprising since as an estate lawyer Jack dealt with human mortality every day of his working life.

Chas supposed his lawyer friend got to deal with plenty of unusual will clauses, too, because his face remained impressively deadpan as he digested the changes just requested by Chas. Carefully he set the single sheet of paper aside. “I assume you’ve discussed this with your sons?”

“So they can make my last months a living hell?” Chas snorted. “They’ll find out once I’m six feet under!”

“You don’t think they deserve some forewarning? Twelve months is precious little time to produce a baby from scratch—even if any one of them was already married and planning to start a family.”

“You suggest I should give them time to wiggle out of this?” They were clever enough, his sons. Too clever at times for their own good. “Alex and Rafe are past thirty. They need a decent shove or they’ll never settle down.”

Brow furrowed with a deep frown, Jack perused his written instructions again. “This wording doesn’t seem to exclude Tomas…”

“No exclusions. It’s the same for all of them.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to those boys,” Jack said slowly, still frowning. “They know you don’t play favorites. You’ve always treated them as if they’re all your sons by birth. They’ve grown into fine men, Chas.”

Yes, they were sons to make any father proud, but in recent years they’d grown apart, each wrapped up in his own world, too busy, too self-involved. This clause would fix that. It would rekindle the spirit of kinship he’d watched grow with the boys as they raced their ponies over the flat grasslands of their outback station. Later they’d roped cleanskin bulls and corporate competitors with the same ruthless determination. He was counting on that get-it-done attribute when it came time to execute this will clause.

“It has to be the same for all three,” he repeated resolutely. He couldn’t exclude Tomas—didn’t want to exclude Tomas.

“It’s been barely two years since Brooke was killed.”

“And the longer he stays buried in grief, the harder the task of digging his way out.” Jaw set, Chas leaned forward and met his friend’s eyes. “That, I know.”

If his father hadn’t forced his hand—tough love, he’d called it—Chas would have buried himself in the outback after his first wife’s death. He wouldn’t have been forced overseas to manage his father’s British interests and he wouldn’t have met a wild Irish-born beauty named Maura Keane and her two young sons.

He wouldn’t have fallen completely and utterly in love.

He wouldn’t have married her and completed his family with their own son, Tomas. Their son whose grief over



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