Red Dust, Diamond Sky

By Suzanne Cass

Whether it's an unexpected windfall, a trip of a lifetime or a budding romance, this anthology celebrates the people and places that make up the rich tapestry of our Australian outback.

 

Life is funny sometimes. George often wondered what he'd do if he won the lottery. And now there's one million dollars sitting on the floor in front of him. What he does with that money will surprise and delight you.

 

Jordan and his father take a last trip into the outback to find an old survey tree his father marked out in his youth. This trip is meant to give his father back his memories, but it does so much more, as father and son re-connect and put meaning back into their lives.

 

Lissa loves the sun; wants to follow it to a better place. So, she throws her meagre possessions, including her solar telescope into the back of her battered yellow ute and lets the bitumen take her where it will. The sun, a solar telescope, and her sunstone necklace will lead Lissa to love.

 

Told with a dash of humor and a touch of romance, grab a copy of author Suzanne Cass' trilogy of short stories set in the Australian outback.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Suzanne Cass
• Release date: Aug 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9781393559573

Suzanne Cass

Suzanne Cass has always had a fascination with the tough resilience of people who live in our amazing red-dirt country of Australia. Much of her adolescence was spent working as a jillaroo in the Snowy Mountains, forming her love of enigmatic, outback heroes in wild, passionate, dangerous stories. When not writing about the characters inhabiting her head, Suzanne can be found roaming the Perth beaches with her border collie, or encouraging her two sons from the sidelines as they play their respective sports. Her debut novel, Island Redemption won the Romance Writers of Australia award for best unpublished romance novel of 2016. Chasing Bullets is her second published book. For more action romance info and upcoming release dates, free books, or to sign up for the latest newsletter: VISIT HER WEBSITE INSTAGRAM | FACEBOOK

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RED DUST, DIAMOND SKY

Suzanne Cass

Red Dust, Diamond Sky

Published by Suzanne Cass

Copyright © 2018 by Suzanne Cass

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organisations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

To my dad, who loves the bush.

ROSES FOR MAUDE

THERE WAS CLOSE to one million dollars scattered on the floor around him. Nine hundred and eighty-two thousand, three hundred and forty dollars, to be exact.

George considered the cash placed in haphazard piles covering most of his dusty living room floor.

It was close to daybreak, and he was too tired to think anymore. He’d decide about the money in the morning. Right now, he needed sleep.

Grabbing hold of the edge of the battered wooden table, he used it to lever himself off the floor. His sixty-year-old bones protested loudly as he rose, slow as a tortoise, to standing. The floorboards creaked nearly as loudly beneath his socked feet as he went around turning off the lights. He pulled the chain on the musty brown reading lamp next to his favourite armchair. Gosh, that chair had seen some years—nearly as many as he had—but it was still the most comfortable thing he’d ever sat in. Almost reminded him of the times Jill would wrap her arms around him and laugh into his neck, telling him she loved him, even if he smelled like sheep-dip.

He missed Jill. She would’ve known what to do with this mess he’d got himself into tonight.

He headed towards the hallway, reaching for the greying switch on the wall that would douse the bare bulb swinging overhead. Fingers suspended over the switch, he noticed the brown paper packets sitting in an innocent mound next to the threadbare couch. His stomach contracted. He’d decide what to do with those tomorrow, too.

Lying down in bed with a grunt of gratitude, he pulled the blanket up to his chin and closed his eyes. But sleep wouldn’t come. Instead, his mind kept wandering back over tonight’s events.

It’d started out much as