Love Across the Miles

By Cara Amour

Isaac knew from the moment he laid eyes on this woman there was more to her; he longed to run his fingers thru her sexy long locks and enjoy the company of her body.
From their first meeting she had a hold over him, her scent drove him crazy and the funny way she spoke charmed his soul. The attraction was instant as if she had cast some sort of spell over his body and soul.
Little by little he eventually would win her heart

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cara Amour
• Release date: Jan 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311243003

Cara Amour

CARA AMOUR is the nom de plume of an Australian-born Author. She lived in France until she was fifteen when the family returned to Australia. As a free spirit of eighteen, she continued her love of travel for eight years until she met her husband. They subsequently settled in Adelaide where she has pursued a career.Diagnosed with breast cancer last year, her career turned to treatment and to keep her mind active, she rekindled another love – writing with a determination to pen a romance novel. In her younger years, she had written short stories and poems, always hoping that she might one day become an author. It seemed as good a time as ever to start.Her stories feature strong passionate women with a love of the finer things in life, and men that satisfy their needs. Enjoy their adventures!Find me on TwitterRMB@arndoigh

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Love across the Miles

Cara Amour

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Isaac knew from the moment he laid eyes on this woman there was more to her; he longed to run his fingers thru her sexy long locks and enjoy the company of her body.

From their first meeting she had a hold over him, her scent drove him crazy and the funny way she spoke charmed his soul. The attraction was instant as if she had cast some sort of spell over his body and soul.

Little by little eventually he would win her heart

Chapter I- Isaac & Rosie

Rosie’s clients in Australia often requested exclusive antique items; she would then find herself jetting overseas to secure them, each day she trailed through the net looking for specific rare items, checking online forums, auction houses etc. Some of her finds were even found at the odd garage sale.

She had contacts around the world looking out to secure such items on her behalf as well, but she preferred to view and touch them herself before placing a bid. Brett from the UK had called this morning to let her know he had found a vase, the very one she had been looking for a very long time, and it was to go to auction in a week, he advised that the information came via an inside contact who said they were talking with the current owner at the moment. Rosie was so excited it was a piece she had been after for a while to complete her own private Mythology collection. This Grecian Urn was a Greek vase that symbolised Keats presumption of eternal life. (The Ode on a Grecian-Misunderstood Happiness).

So when she advised Brett she would be coming over he suggested she stay at his country home in Oxshott Surrey, she could have use of the car as well. Oh Brett that is so kind of you but are you sure it’s ok? I won’t be putting you out?

Rosie, I am sure you won’t be putting me out, my girlfriend and I had planned to go on holidays somewhere anyway so the cottage is all yours. Well in that case Brett, please let me return the favour, I have a shack on the seafront at Glenelg in Adelaide, you are most welcome to stay for the week, how does that sound? Wow are you sure? yes yes that would be great, I … we have never been to Australia, the promised land as you Aussies call it; we would love to, so yes please done deal! He was so excited he called Debra straight away Deb we are going to Australia for the week…. Yes yes it is all organised, we are house swapping with one of my Australian contacts, she is going to stay out my place and we in her Shack I think she called it in Adelaide by the sea!Deb squealed with delight and the plan was set in motion; Brett and Rosie swapped addresses, and information ready for the coming week.

Rosie arrived in the UK on a very cold frosty morning, Heathrow Airport was a buzz; she hailed a taxi and provided him with the information and address details. The taxi driver was a little taken back that she wanted to use his services all the way to Surrey, it was after all an hour’s drive from Heathrow… she reassured him that was fine, she didn’t want to hire a car because she would have one to use during her stay once she arrived at her destination.

Chapter II

Arriving at the so called cottage, Rosie had to check the address twice, he did say cottage or was it country cottage? yes that’s it, that's what he said, yet this place was anything but a cottage… the taxi pulled up at the gate and she swiped the card he had left for her to collect at the airport and it worked so this must be it…The taxi driver carried her bag up to the door and she paid him a little extra for the his kindness; he had given her some tips on places to visit during her stay and must sees of England.

She swiped the same card in the door and it opened; Wow, escaped her mouth, what a place, it was absolutely amazing all lovingly decorated in cottage country old homestead style, like something you would see in a 'life' magazine, only the best of everything, The stylish drapes, cushions, lounge chairs, rugs all in rich fabrics and colours of the finest threads, and then there was the carved oak wood fireplace. Oh how she loved that idea, she couldn’t wait to light it up, sit down and read a good book in front of it. So yes that would be the plan for the night…

Now let’s see Brett said she could have the guest room second door on the left, she went in to put her bag down; opening the door she was met with green and gold velvet coverings, and a very large beautiful hand carved rosewood four poster bed…she gasped ‘OMG’ escaped her mouth, she would imagine this would be the type of room fit for a queen, she walked over to sit on it, her whole body melted into the lavender smelling quit top. Yep she was sure she got the better deal for sure, he was going to find her Shack quiet boring compared to this place… even if it was on the beachfront. It was simply styled for ease of use, nothing special as far as she was concerned.

She made her was back out of the room and found her way to the cottage galley kitchen, it was absolutely perfect and very much a working country style kitchen. Out of the window she could see a veggie garden and what looked like a herb garden surrounded by cottage flowers. Perfect, she could see that this was going to be a very enjoyable week indeed. Now all she needed was a cup of tea and to sit down and plan her week. The kettle boiled and she opened the fridge, no milk…bugger, she could easily have drank tea without milk, but she would need some in the morning, so she may as well go find some in the local town ... Esher was the closest town she remembered passing through on the way in with the taxi driver. Brett had said she could use the car in the garage, he said the swipe key was universal and it would open the garage door; and the key to the car was in it.

She walked over to the garage door and swiped the door, the large doors immediately slide across from the middle to fold into the sides and the light came on. She stood there dump founded looking around, surely he didn’t mean she could drive this car… not that she didn’t like it, but well it wasn’t the kind of car you leant to a complete stranger… and shit all she left at his disposal was the Range Rover, a nice new car for sure, but by no means a Yellow Lamborghini… Christ she walked over and ran her finger up the bonnet as she made her way around to the driver’s door to peer in, she was a little surprised but ‘yep’ the key was in it….She squealed, she had never driven a Lamborghini. She opened the door, it opened upwards and she slide in, the smell of the leather all elegantly stitched in black and gold ,the Targa black top, the gauges, the feel of the steering wheel under her fingers, OMG she turned the key and it roared into life. Ok I am in love…must have one for my next toy she said to herself breathless; of course she loved her Maserati Quattropate, she had only just traded the silver 2009 model in for the 2014 model in fiery red a couple of weeks ago, but this car made a different kind of statement, it asked to be driven and fast… And she could not wait to put pedal to the metal to see what this baby had to offer…

She slowly drove to the front gate and they opened automatically, remembering the way she had come she set off towards Esher. The roads where quiet good and the car handled beautifully around the tight corners, she sat on between 60 to 80 kms on the drive into Esher town ship to get used to the way the car handled. She arrived in Esher and existed from the drive door, people seemed to take an interest in the car; she wondered if they knew it to be Brett’s and might be questioning why she was in it. The lady in the Milk bar mentioned it was a nice car but that was it, so she thanked her and drove off with her fresh milk and crusty bread. She would have to do more shopping tomorrow, because right now all she was looking forward to a cup of tea, a good book and of course sitting in front of that open fire.

On the way back home she wanted to see what this baby 'Lambo' could do, so she pushed it a little further, she loved the response, a slight touch of the accelerator had the baby throwing her back in her seat, the Lamborghini handled beautifully at speed and took each corner perfectly so she pushed it a little more, before she knew it, she was roaring around each corner flattening it as she pulled out of each curve in the road, what joy it was to drive, it handled like a car on rail tracks … so responsive too.

Then suddenly out of nowhere came a black car right up behind her, it sat on her tail as she applied more speed to make some space between them; this guy must be nuts she thought he isn’t leaving much room for error, but not to be out done she drove even faster. The black car stayed with her, she concentrated on the road, worried that if she missed a corner the car would be totalled and it wasn’t even her car, shit she had to try and slow it all up, she slowly tried to ease off but not too much in case the car hit her from behind then as she looked back up a deer ran out on the road, she swerved quickly and missed it, but the black car didn’t quite have time and swerved losing control and spun out to the side of the road and into a tree ’OMG’ she screamed as she spun her car around to go back and see if the driver was ok.

She jumped out and ran over towards the car, someone was cursing big time as she approached, he didn’t seem to happy, and guessing by the look of the front of the car it would cost a pretty penny to fix it… as she neared the front car door Brett, what the Fuck do you call that!? she looked at the driver sorry not Brett, are you ok? Can I help or did you want me to call an ambulance or a tow truck or someone, your wife maybe? she spoke fast nervous all of a sudden. She peered in a little closer and met striking green fiery eyes, she took a step back, to reassess, and maybe she best just go back to her car and call an ambulance. He stopped cursing as soon as she came in to vision, one look at her silenced him, he met her concerned chocolate brown eyes, her golden shoulder length hair; her sent waffled across from where she stood, she smelt of musk and strawberries. What a striking woman, his mind raced, to assess this vision of loveliness …not from around here and she spoke funny… her golden healthy skin and full kissable lips… what was she doing in Brett’s car, was she his latest… no not possible he thought he was happy with Debra… His features softened a little Can you help me out I seem to have twisted my ankle a little wary she stepped closer again, god he smelt good, turning her mind back to the situation at hand wait I’ll see if I can find you a branch She came back with a stick with a fork to help him support his weight, Here you go, she said as she handed it to him tentatively still unsure of being in close proximity to this green eyes stranger.

He eased out of the car trying to support his weight on the side panel, seeing he was having trouble she leant down to help him out, and allowed him to take support on her shoulder as he hopped out on his right foot. She helped place the branch under his arm pit to keep his left off the ground, he groaned a little in pain as he did. When he stood up she realised he was very tall indeed, and judging by the weight he had on her should he weight at least 110… She held on to steady him a moment taking in his sheer size, he had massive hands and from what she could feel from where her hands rested on his hips for support he was very well toned under those clothes. She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry as she braved another look up to his jade green eyes, not sure what more to say and then needed to break the spell between them can I get you to a hospital, I am not sure where one is but if you could give me directions, I am sure we could get there she said hesitating at each word.

He was still analysing the situation and hadn’t spoken a word since she had helped him out of the car, he was extremely interested in getting to know her a lot better, she seemed to emit power, a woman of her own destiny and that accent what was it…

Who are you? And what are you doing in Brett’s car? Oh Sorry, and so sorry about your car…. Let me introduce myself, I’m Rosie from Australia and Brett was kind enough to let me use his cottage for the week and his car he looked at her as she spoke, and he remembered the conversation with his brother a week ago about going to Australia for a week.

But he didn’t seem to remember anything about him letting out the cottage… Still staring into her beautiful almond shaped eyes, listen, to the sound of her soothing voice , he was a little entailed and a little dazed, so she continue I think we best get you out of this rain and either to a hospital or home so a doctor can be called to check you over, you know your ankle could be broken come on. She moved forward a little to edge him into stepping forward; he winced as he did, hopping alongside her.

When they reached the car she opened the passage door and helped him in, once he was seated comfortably in the passenger seat she placed the branch in beside him and closed the door. Sliding into the driver's seat she again assessed this hunk of a man beside her, he was dressed in dark suit trousers and a black Ralph Laurent polo shirt, his jet black hair and strong chiselled chin, and he spoke like a self-assured, maybe even arrogant man. She licked her lips nervously without even thinking, 'pheromones' were at play, and silently she kicked herself, closing her eyes for a moment to regain control of her thoughts.

She took a slow breath in pressing her lips together where to hospital or your place? He watched her take him in, not giving her anything to work with, he wasn’t the type to say too much or give anything away, best keep them guessing, he watched her lick her lips and smiled. Oh yes he had her hooked, his looks alone was all that was needed for women to throw themselves at his feet. With that in mind an idea formed in his head, He took a deep breath in "no hospital, take me to Brett’s place