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Kimberley Freeman - Wildflower Hill

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SPANNING THREE GENERATIONS AND HALF THE WORLD, WILDFLOWER HILL IS A SWEEPING, ROMANTIC, AND COMPELLING STORY OF TWO WOMEN WHO SHARE A LEGACY OF SECRETS, HEARTBREAK, COURAGE, AND LOVE.
Emma, a prima ballerina in London, is at a crossroads after an injured knee ruins her career. Forced to rest and take stock of her life, she finds that shes mistaken fame and achievement for love and fulfillment. Returning home to Australia, she learns of her grandmother Beatties death and a strange inheritance: a sheep station in isolated rural Australia. Certain she has been saddled with an irritating burden, Emma prepares to leave for Wildflower Hill to sell the estate.
Beattie also found herself at a crossroads as a young woman, but she was pregnant and unwed. She eventually found successbut only after following an unconventional path that was often dangerous and heartbreaking. Beattie knew the lessons she learned in life would be important to Emma one day, and she wanted to make sure Emmas heart remained open to love, no matter what life brought. She knew the magic of the Australian wilderness would show Emma the way.
Wildflower Hill is a compelling, atmospheric, and romantic novel about taking risks, starting again, and believing in yourself. Its about finding out what you really want and discovering that the answer might be not at all what youd expect.

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

Copyright 2010 by Kimberley Freeman

Originally published in Australia in 2010 by Hachette Australia Pty. Ltd.

Published by arrangement with Hachette Australia Pty. Ltd.

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for Janine, who is precious

PROLOGUE

Sydney, 1989

T he girl danced.

Right leg, pas de chat. Right leg, petit jet.

Emma, your grandmother asked you a question.

Hm? Left leg, pas de chat. Left leg, petit jet. On and on across the parquetry floor, from one sunbeam to the next. She loved Grandmas house, especially the music room, where the sun patterned through the gauzy curtains, and there was enough space to dance and dance.

Emma, I said

Leave her be, dear, Grandma replied in her quiet, musical voice. Im enjoying watching her dance.

Right leg, pas de chat...

If she practiced her manners as regularly as she practiced her dancing, she wouldnt have been booted out of two schools already.

Right leg, petit jet...

Grandma chuckled. Shes only eleven. Plenty of time to learn manners when shes older. And you do insist on putting her in those uppity schools.

Left leg, pas de chat... No, no, no! Emma stamped her foot. Deep breath. Start again. Left leg, pas de chat. Left leg, petit jet... She became aware of the silence in the room and glanced up, expecting to find herself alone. But Grandma was still there, on a deep couch beside the grand piano, watching her. Emma shook herself, pulled her spine very upright, and gazed back. Above Grandmas head hung a large painting of a gum tree at sunset: Grandmas favorite painting. Emma didnt really understand how anyone could be so interested in a tree, but she liked it because Grandma liked it.

I thought youd gone, Emma said at last.

No, Ive been watching you. Your mother left ten minutes ago. I think shes with Granddad in the garden. Grandma smiled. You certainly love your dancing, dont you?

Emma could only nod. She hadnt learned a word yet to describe how she felt about dancing. It wasnt love, it was something much bigger and much weightier.

Grandma patted the couch next to her. Sit for a wee minute. Even a prima ballerina needs to rest.

Emma had to admit that her calves were aching, but she didnt mind. She longed for aching muscles and bleeding toes. They told her she was getting better. Still, Grandma had been very kind to watch all this time, so she crossed the room and sat. Somewhere deep in the house, music played: an old big-band song that Grandpa liked. Emma preferred Grandma to Grandpa infinitely. Grandpa went on and on, especially about his garden. Emma knew her grandma and grandpa were important people with a lot of money, though she cared very little about what it was they did or had done. Grandma was fun and Grandpa was a bore, and that was that.

Tell me about your dancing, Grandma said, taking Emmas slight hand in her soft fingers. Youre going to be a ballerina?

Emma nodded. Mum says hardly anyone is a ballerina, and I should do something else just in case. But then there wouldnt be enough time to dance.

Well, Ive known your mother all her life. Here Grandma smiled, crinkling the corners of her blue eyes. And shes not always right.

Emma laughed, feeling deliciously naughty.

You must work hard, though, Grandma said.

Emma grew serious, lifting her chin. I already do.

Yes, yes, by all accounts you work so hard on your dancing that you havent time for anything else. Including making friends. A look crossed Grandmas forehead, one that Emma couldnt decipher. Was it worry? Or something else? They sat in silence a few moments. Outside, the autumn sun slanted on rattling branches. But inside it was very still and warm.

You know, Grandma said, shifting in her seat and squeezing Emmas hand before dropping it, Id like to make you a promise.

What is it?

Its a little incentive.

Emma waited, unsure what the word meant.

If you do become a ballerina, I will give you a present. A very precious one.

Emma didnt want to seem rude, but she couldnt fake excitement. She smiled sweetly and said, Thank you, as her mother would want her to.

This made Grandma burst into laughter. Oh, dearie, that doesnt thrill you at all, does it?

Emma shook her head. You see, Grandma, if I become a ballerina, then I will already have everything I want.

Grandma nodded. A dream come true.

Yes.

Nevertheless, I will keep my promise, Grandma said. Because youll need something for after. Ballerinas cant dance forever.

But Emma was already off again. Thinking of making her dream come true had lit up all her nerves and muscles with desperate energy: she had to move. Pas de chat. Petit jet.

Emma, Grandma said softly, do try to remember that success isnt everything. She sounded sad, so Emma didnt look around.

She just kept dancing.

ONE

Beattie: Glasgow, 1929

B eattie Blaxland had dreams. Big dreams.

Not the confused patchwork dreams that invade sleep. No, these were the dreams with which she comforted herself before sleep, in her trundle bed rolled out on the floor of her parents finger-chilling tenement flat. Vivid, yearning dreams. A life of fashion and fabrics; and fortune, of course. A life where the dismal truth about her dismal family would fade and shrink and disappear. One thing she had never dreamed was that she would find herself pregnant to her married lover just before her nineteenth birthday.

All through February, she obsessively counted the weeks and counted them again, bending her mind backward, trying to make sense of the dates. Her stomach flipped at the smell of food, her breasts grew tender, and by the first of March, Beattie had finally come to understand that a childHenry MacConnells childwas growing inside her.

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