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It seemed like the perfect vacation.

Val’s boyfriend proposes — at last — and the romance-challenged slug can’t even get that right.

So, she’s off with BFF Stella on their long-delayed Down Under trip of a lifetime. When their psychedelic RV breaks down in West Australian wine country, they have to get work fast.

Local hero Tim helps out but, just when Val’s falling for his surfer-boy charms, he gets himself in big, big trouble. Are Val’s dubious detective skills enough to outwit mobsters, bikie gangs and drug dealers so she can save the man she loves?

If you like a fun, mystery-romance in the style of Ann Charles, Vanessa Gray Bartal, Jenna Bennett or Amanda M Lee, you’ll love Meet Me at the Hanging Tree.

Praise for Meet Me At The Hanging  Tree -

"This was a terrific read. It evolved into a compelling story that was difficult to put down until the end. Realistic characters in realistic settings. Look forward to other books by this author!" - Amazon Review

"I really enjoyed this book. It was a quick and easy read with dynamic and believable characters. The setting was just lovely and I'm happy to have stumbled upon the author. I was sitting by the edge of my seat and laughing all throughout." - Amazon Review

"A perfect two days in a hammock in the sunshine, with this story that I could float away with. I loved the feeling that I was there in the setting at Elizabeth River with the characters whilst reading this book. Lots of twists and turns in the storyline." - Amazon Review

About The Author

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I'm from Perth, Western Australia, loving the opportunity to share my love thrillers, romance, whodunnits and historical sagas. I read for fun - and I aim to write stories for a beach towel or a cosy chair by the fire.

Perhaps it’s a reaction to my decades masquerading as a serious news reporter or it might be the influence of four years in the English public school that produced such light entertainment luminaries as P.G. Wodehouse, C.S. Forester, Raymond Chandler and Simon Brett.

The teachers wore capes, even mortarboards. Throw in a couple of brooms, and it could have been Hogwarts. When I’m not writing or reading, I’m generally wrangling one or more of my grandchildren.

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