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      Dear Reader,

      There is certain magic about the Victorian high country in southern Australia: the towering mountain ash trees soar straight to the sky; the Southern Cross constellation sparkles in a clear starry night; and craggy snow-lined winter peaks stand proud. All of this is overlaid by the romance of the bush horsemen in The Man from Snowy River.

      I am a keen skier and have been visiting the Australian Alps for many years. Each year someone gets lost and rescuers go into the rugged terrain to safely escort the person out.

      This got me thinking about a book that included an alpine rescue, and I imagined my hero and heroine being part of the rescue team. But then a dear friend, Judith Lyons, turned that idea around by saying, “What if the hero and heroine needed rescuing?”

      I took that idea and pushed it further. What if you just met someone and experienced a life-and-death situation? How would that impact the relationship?

      In everyday circumstances Will and Meg were unlikely to meet. She is a country girl and he is a member of society’s A-list. Both had battered hearts from previous relationships and neither were looking for love.

      But the high society knew better and it wove its magic over Will and Meg.

      I hope you enjoy reading their story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

      Love,

      Fiona

      Her Miracle Baby

      Fiona Lowe

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      To Carolyn for her lasting friendship and her amazing medical facts!

      Special thanks go to:

      Lee, a wonderful pilot who advised me on all things aviation, and gave me a gorgeous helicopter ride over Sydney Harbour.

      Steve, from Bogong Horseback Adventures for his poetic description of horse riding in the snow.

      Catherine, for the idea of riding horses in the snow.

      CONTENTS

       COVER

Dear Reader

       TITLE PAGE

       DEDICATION

       ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       EPILOGUE

       COPYRIGHT

       CHAPTER ONE

      ‘IS HE always late?’

      ‘He’s a doctor, Meg.’ The pilot gave her a wry smile.

      ‘Now you tell me, Tom!’ She tried to laugh but her frustration strangled it. Standing on the tarmac with icy wind whipping her, she shielded her eyes and peered into the late-afternoon, winter sun, willing the other passenger they were waiting for to appear from behind the hangar.

      She wanted to get home. She’d had her fill of Melbourne, five days in the ‘Big Smoke’ was long enough. Now she couldn’t wait to get back to the farm nestled in the Australian Alps, back to her job at the bush nursing centre, and back to check on her mother.

      ‘There he is.’ Tom pointed and moved toward a tall man, who had a ski bag slung casually over one broad shoulder and a travel bag on the other.

      An irrational irritation zipped through her at the sight of the skis. She reminded herself that not all skiers were rich and obnoxious. Not all skiers were Graeme.

      She watched, with the sun blurring their features, as the two men shook hands, and Tom relieved the doctor of the travel bag.

      They walked toward her. To her horror she felt herself giving the passenger the once-over. His impressive height she’d noticed

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