Spotlight is on Trish Morey this week
and we’re showcasing Cherry Season

 

Trish Morey always fancied herself a writer, so she dutifully picked gherkins and washed dishes in a Chinese restaurant on her way to earning herself an economics degree and a qualification as a chartered accountant instead.

Work took her to Canberra where she promptly fell in love with a tall, dark and handsome hero who cut computer code, and marriage and the inevitable children followed, which gave Trish the chance to step back from her career and think about what she’d really like to do.

Since then, Trish has sold thirty titles to Harlequin with sales in excess of 6 million globally, with her books printed in more than thirty languages in forty countries worldwide.

Trish lives with her family in the Adelaide Hills in South Australia, surrounded by orchards and bushland and visited by the occasional koala and kangaroo.

 

Trish Morey. Passionate, emotional, page-turning stories.

Dan Faraday is too busy for love. With the long hours running the family orchard, he doesn’t have time to go on dates, and if he did, he would be looking for someone who fits into his ten-year plan. Someone traditional, reliable and dependable – someone just like him.

Someone the total opposite of beautiful drifter Lucy Marino. A free spirit who chases the moment, she’s in town for the fruit picking season. The only permanent certain thing in her life is constant change and while she’s tempted to see how cute Dan might be if only he smiled, she’s not the type of girl to wait around.

But as the cherry trees blossom, Lucy and Dan are increasingly drawn to one another. In spite of their differences, each begins to wonder if maybe they have a future after all.

With the weight of Dan’s family’s legacy on his shoulders and Lucy afraid of losing the only life she’s ever known, can Dan give Lucy a reason to put down roots before the seasons change?

Excerpt from Cherry Season by Trish Morey

Intro from Trish: Our practical and sensible cherry orchardist, Dan Faraday finally acknowledges he’s in need of a wife if there’s ever going to be another generation to hand this family orchard onto, and he figures he needs someone just as practical and sensible as he is. Meanwhile he’s just offered his new seasonal cherry picker, Lucy Marino, a taste of his cherries. Suddenly, he’s wishing he hadn’t!

There was cherry juice on her bottom lip. She either didn’t realise or didn’t care because she was too busy looking up at him, but the red juice was like a flag, an imperfection on an otherwise flawless face - an invitation - and his fingers itched to reach out and wipe it away.

Weird. Never before had he thought of eating cherries as erotically charged, but this woman made it so. She’d popped that cherry in her mouth and her face had lit up like a Christmas tree and he’d felt the charge in a kick to the groin as all his blood headed south.

It pooled there now while he watched her mouth and that juice was still there and he knew it would taste sweet and he was just about to reach out and wipe it away, when the tight focus of his gaze panned out and the stud in her nose glinted at him and he blinked and thought - not the only imperfection.

He spun away, berating himself for coming so close to doing something so utterly foolish as touching her. She was a picker. A bloody picker who’d blow out of here at the end of cherry season just as easily as she’d blown in - if she even lasted that long. He must be mad. That’s what it was. This whole finding a wife thing was getting to him if he was thinking of licking cherry juice from the lips of the hired help. God, he needed her out of here so he could check out that website and start getting serious.

What he needed was a wife.

Not a blonde, blue-eyed distraction.

He spat the cherry pip his teeth were busy grinding down into his hand, opened a cupboard door under the sink and slung it into the bin drawer inside before turning, leaning back against the bench top with his arms folded on his chest.

Nonchalant, he told himself, aim for nonchalant. Aim for looking like you weren’t just looking at her parted cherry stained lips with anything more than a passing interest. ‘So yeah,’ he said, coughing a little to clear the frog from his throat, ‘that’s our cherries. They’re good. So, you’ve got your paperwork. Is there anything else you need before we say goodnight.’

Her head tilted over to one side, her lips curved into a smile. ‘Well, there was that cup of coffee you offered me.’

Damn. ‘Sorry,’ he said, mentally kicking himself as he headed for the kettle. ‘I forgot.’

‘That’s okay. It’s funny how your mind plays tricks on you when you get older.’

He scoffed. ‘I’m not that old.’

She nodded, ‘Sure, you’re not.’

‘I’m not!’

‘Hey, I was agreeing with you.’

‘No you bloody well weren’t,’ he said, snapping on the kettle again. He could do coffee. She wouldn’t be off the premises quite as quickly as he’d prefer, but it was only coffee.

‘So how do you take it?’

‘White,’ she said, ‘with one.’

He didn’t like it that she took her coffee exactly the same way he did. He didn’t want to have anything in common with this girl.

‘Grab the milk, will you?’ he said, barking orders, as he spooned coffee and sugar into mugs.

‘Sure.’ She opened the fridge door. ‘Wow, you have cake.’ She looked around and popped a fingertip covered in icing into her mouth. That mouth with the cherry stain only now her lips were wrapped around her finger as she sucked it clean. Lord give him strength. ‘Was it someone’s birthday?’

‘Yeah,’ he said, thinking, how typical, she even looked liked the kind of person who’d stick their finger into the icing and lick it off like that. ‘Mine. Yesterday. Might as well pull that out too. I’d forgotten about it. Help yourself.’

‘Really? Wow,’ she said, putting the leftover cake on the table, still sucking on her thumb. ‘Happy birthday. How many candles?’

‘Ninety,’ he said gruffly, handing her a mug, not wanting to be reminded of last night’s debacle with the candles. ‘But who’s counting?’

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