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    Margaret Way(Author)

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Ghostwriter Genevieve Grenville is trembling yet excited as she heads out to Djangala cattle station to finally uncover the mystery that haunts her family. But standing in her way is brooding cattle baron Bret Trevelyan...
Bret might look at her with temptation in his eyes, but he'll do everything possible to stop her digging up the past. Even at a distance Bret radiates a powerful charisma but up close, in the cattle baron's Outback world, he is the master. If she's caught snooping, Genevieve will have to answer to HIM!

Margaret Way was born in the City of Brisbane. A Conservatorium trained pianist, teacher, accompanist and vocal coach, her musical career came to an unexpected end when she took up writing, initially as a fun thing to do. She currently lives in a harbourside apartment at beautiful Raby Bay, where she loves dining all fresco on her plant-filled balcony, that overlooks the marina. No one and nothing is a rush so she finds the laid-back Village atmosphere very conducive to her writing --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. It was spring. Regeneration was in the air. Parks and gardens across the city were aglow with dazzlingly beautiful massed displays of azaleas, rhododendrons, and an astonishing number of spring-flowering bulbs—gorgeous oriental lilies, iris, hyacinth, heavily scented freesias and jonquils, golden daffodils. Sensual perfumes hung over the city like a bride's fine tulle veil. The sky had the blue lustre of an opal, and a few puffy white clouds raced on high.Genevieve Grenville was near skipping along herself, since the current of her life had picked up. It wasn't all that long ago since she had found herself at a very low point in her life. But that had been then. This was now—the future. Being positive, counting your blessings was the key. Move on and lock down the humiliating past. Pretty soon she just might be able to.Her career was helping enormously. She was now a published writer, with a bestseller under her belt. She was certain her literary agent and editor, good friend Maggie McGuire, would have approved the final draft of her new book, Lovers and Losers. She was deeply indebted to Maggie for her belief in her, and her expert guidance. Maggie had been with her every step of the way. That included the woeful state of her private life that had left her wondering why she had any ego left.Her debut novel, Secrets of the Past, had saved her, buoying her up. The hardback was doing a celebratory jig in her tote bag as she strode along, fired up with energy. It was a tremendous confidence booster to know that at twenty-seven she was making a name for herself in the literary world. When one was on a roll one had to stick with it; hence Lovers and Losers as her quick follow-up.The reviews for Secrets of the Past had been thrillingly good… "A first-rate literary debut…""A bright new star has appeared on the horizon…" Couldn't beat that. Even more gratifying was the incoming feedback from her readers. One couldn't be a successful writer without one's readership. She had encountered many of her readers wanting to express their appreciation. It was always a pleasure, even a humbling experience, when someone mentioned that reading her book had helped them through a small crisis or a bad patch in their lives.Genevieve knew all about bad patches.Secrets of the Past had even made an impact sufficient to carry a well-known magazine's gold sticker: GREAT READ. What better plug could she want? It had come at exactly the right time.Her ex-fiance, Mark Reed—the man she had entrusted with her life's happiness—had given in to temptation and slept with the young woman most off-limits in the world to him: her stepsister Carrie-Anne. Carrie-Anne was to have been her chief bridesmaid, for God's sake! She and Mark had been practically at the altar. She didn't think she would ever get over the treachery. The pain of betrayal still burned in her breast. Nor could she entirely control the image of the two of them naked in bed. They had taken something from her she would never get back.Trust.But she was over the worst of it. Stiff upper lip and all that.Writing was her solace. She had learned that living with pain, setbacks, and disappointments was what life was all about. If she had been less trusting she would have recognised pocket-size blonde Carrie-Anne's destructive potential. She had always been a devious little creature.Mark's excuse took the cake. "It was a moment of madness, Gena. It's you I love. But Carrie-Anne is always trying to get one up on you. It's your own fault, in a way. You didn't make enough time for me. Always the damned book!"What a cop-out! She had always made time for him, but she accepted the fact that spoilt rotten Mark had really wanted a woman like Mum, who spoke like a character in a Victorian novel and lived her life dancing attendance on her husband and her adored only son. Mrs Reed had once referred to it as a "noble sacrifice"."Just hormones, Gena." That had been Carrie-Anne's excuse, her delicious little face contorted by crippling remorse. "Hormones. They're so dangerous!""Try sky-diving.." Genevieve had advised caustically. "Without a parachute. Better yet, take Mark."There were no excuses for despicable behaviour.Her appointment with Maggie was scheduled for three o'clock. She had never been known to arrive late. When she did arrive there were two hopefuls waiting. Going to Maggie's was much like going to the doctor's. One could be assured of a wait. Maggie's receptionist Rhoda, a large, flat-faced woman, darted a disapproving glance in her direction. She might have been a full thirty minutes late, or committed the cardinal sin of turning up without an appointment."Good afternoon, Rhoda." Genevieve gave the dragon lady a brilliant smile.Rhoda did not respond. No surprise there. But she did condescend to point a finger at a seat. Here was a woman who wouldn't win any votes for Receptionist of the Year.With a smile and a nod to the other two hopefuls, Genevieve found a seat on the other side of the room, so she could take out Secrets of the Past and appreciate it all over again. She liked the cover. It depicted a beautiful young woman's downbent face above her pen-name: Michelle Laurent. It was the maiden name of her French-born paternal grandmother. "Michelle Laurent" was set in large letters above the title. So much better to have it above than beneath. Such an attractive-looking book would draw attention. She had seen it prominently displayed in a bookshop inside a major shopping mall she had cut through on her way over to Maggie's.Secrets of the Past had been written at night, when she'd still been teaching English and French at her old Alma Mater—a prestigious college for girls. She had enjoyed her years of teaching since university, but as soon as her writing career had taken off she'd found herself in the enviable position of being able to write full-time. Her beloved Michelle's handsome legacy had made that possible.Grandmere Michelle had started to teach her French at toddler stage. She had always given love, support and endless encouragement. To Genevieve's grief Michelle had died very suddenly of complications following a severe bout of influenza. That had been a short time before the manuscript for Secrets of the Past had been completed. It was balm to know Michelle had pored over its drafts and offered valuable insights, which Genevieve had wisely acted upon. Maggie often said Michelle was a better editor than she was—and Maggie was the best.Genevieve had fully intended using her own name, but that all had changed when Michelle died. To her readership she was Michelle Laurent. A tribute to her beloved grandmother. Her father had entrusted her to Michelle after her motherCeline had been killed in a catastrophic five-car pile-up on the freeway. Genevieve had been ten at the time. Her devastated father had taken a few years before remarrying the divorced socialite Sable Carville. Sable had brought her glamorous, much-photographed self to the marriage, along with her little girl, the adorable Shirley Temple lookalike Carrie-Anne, who soon took her stepfather's surname Grenville.So there they had been—the two little Grenville girls, Genevieve and Carrie-Anne. One tall for her age and gawky to boot, with an unmanageable mane of red hair and freckles, the other the adorable Carrie-Anne, always exquisitely turned out by her fashion-plate mother. Genevieve hadn't received the same attention. Not much point spending time on a stepdaughter who didn't fit the description of "pretty". Only her father, a blue chip lawyer, had foreseen the day when the awkward cygnet would turn into a swan like her mother.Her maternal grandparents were seldom in the country. After the death of their beloved only child they had become world-travellers, never staying anywhere for long. In their own way they were on the run from the tragedy, and from other family tragedies that reached back decades.A very intense young man with a mop of bushy hair was being ushered out through Maggie's door, shaking his head in disbelief. From the expression of confusion and outrage on his face, he had discovered his prized manuscript hadn't been short-listed for the Booker Prize.Maggie saw him off with an encouraging, "Keep at it, Colin." It was like a benign pat on the head. One of the other hopefuls spluttered into laughter. That was a bit unkind. Maggie jiggled her fingers at the two waiting hopefuls, and then gave Genevieve a big smile. "Come on in, Gena."Genevieve gathered up her tote bag.Maggie's office was very spacious, attesting to her success. The floor was carpeted wall to wall in neutral beige, with a luxurious oriental rug. Her desk was substantial—mahogany with curved legs. Two cream leather armchairs were placed in front of it, and there was a separate seating area with a sofa and armchairs grouped around a glass-topped coffee table. Three of the walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling bookcases filled with a lot of leather-bound books with gold lettering on their spines. A large portrait of a very handsome man took pride of place directly behind Maggie—looking over her shoulder, as it were. Most people were allowed to believe it was a family portrait, but Maggie had confessed after a drink or two that she'd bought it because it looked like Sir Richard Hadlee, the famous New Zealand cricket player, in his prime. Maggie had made Genevieve promise not to tell anyone.Waving a hand towards some point on the ceiling, Maggie moved behind her desk. It was littered with so many manuscripts Genevieve always wondered how Maggie could work in such a shambles. Genevieve took a seat, depositing her tote bag on the floor.Maggie reached for the glasses ... --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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  • PDF | 288 pages
  • Margaret Way(Author)
  • Thorndike Press; Large Print edition (June 5, 2012)
  • English
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  • Literature & Fiction

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  • By Ephereon on July 19, 2012

    It all began as an assignment. Go deep into the Outback of Australia, to the magnificent Djangala cattle station, explore its wonders and secrets and write a new novel. If it only could have been that simple. Her own ties to the Trevelyan family leaves Genevieve Grenville with a host of questions, ones she hopes she'll have answered during her visit.However, Genevieve is unprepared for the inspiring beauty of Djangala, the aloof coldness of Aunt Hester or the allure of the head of the cattle station, Bret Trevelyan. Bret is suspicious of Genevieve's motives, but Aunt Hester apparently holds the key to the family's dark secret.Why did the beautiful young Catherine, Aunt Hester's close friend, fall to her death so long ago? Was it truly an accident or was Catherine really not alone that fateful day? Why is Aunt Hester still so obsessed with Catherine's memory? As love blossoms between Bret and Genevieve, the astonishing truth of Trevelyan's family secret seems too incredible to be true.

  • By Kindle Customer on August 29, 2015

    My mother read Margaret Way and when I began to read Roman escaped,I started with Margaret Way. Australia was the exotic local back then. This is a wonderful story with old secrets and personal drama to speed it along. A great read for a quiet night.

  • By RN on February 28, 2018

    Story: Very interestingCharacters: Interesting and relatableMargaret Way paints a picture with words of the land, homestead, etc etc. You can actual see it, it is so vividly described.The only thing that jars is the rather formal use of language - between all the characters. It comes across as very pretentious (more on the part of the author). The copyright says 2012 - the conversational tone seems to be from at least two to three decades back. It sort of takes away from the story.

  • By talio on April 24, 2012

    As a doctor I worked for three and a half years recently amongst Aboriginal communities in outback Australia. Margaret Way the author has managed to grasp ths spirit of the outback, albeit with only sketchy references to the Aboriginal Australians, who live in fair numbers in the area around Lake Eire, where the book is located.The future of the Aboriginals in Australia is fastly becoming a major world social educational cultural and poltical problem. More focus on the interaction between the white Australian and the Aboriginal would make future books verey exciting. However I must concur that M/S Ways's pictures and passions in the outback are real and vivid. Though the Auzzies are mainly of British stock, they have developed in quite a unique way, both the best and the not so enviable traits of their ancestors,John Taliotis, M.D.Cyprus.

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