The Playboy Doctor's Marriage Proposal. Fiona Lowe

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СКАЧАТЬ >‘I know what a huge step this has been for you.’ Linton tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

      The light touch sent ribbons of wonder through Emily, both his actions and words bolstering her fledgling confidence. She realised that, despite her misgivings, telling Linton her story had actually helped her. Trusting him had been the best thing she’d done in four long years.

      He was right. She had been hiding. She’d been holding back—holding back from life and keeping her attraction to him a secret. Scared of being a disappointment. But perhaps she didn’t have to hide any more.

      She gazed up at him, taking him in, glorying in the look of undisguised desire in his eyes. At that very moment she knew he wanted to kiss her.

      And she had no objection at all.

      Always an avid reader, Fiona Lowe decided to combine her love of romance with her interest in all things medical, so writing Medical™ Romance was an obvious choice! She lives in a seaside town in southern Australia, where she juggles writing, reading, working and raising two gorgeous sons, with the support of her own real-life hero! You can visit Fiona’s website at www.fionalowe.com

       Recent titles by the same author:

      A WEDDING IN WARRAGURRA A WOMAN TO BELONG TO THE FRENCH DOCTOR’S MIDWIFE BRIDE THE SURGEON’S CHOSEN WIFE HER MIRACLE BABY

       Dear Reader

      Writing two books set in Warragurra has been so much fun! The people who live in the Australian Outback are hard-working, loyal and resilient, and the Warragurra community shares all these attributes. With its hospital and flying doctors’ base, the town has generated some of my favourite characters.

      The first book, A WEDDING IN WARRAGURRA, told Kate and Baden’s story. As I wrote it, Emily just appeared on the page. I quickly sent her off to work with Linton, the playboy doctor from the hospital, and right there and then they demanded I tell their story next. Being an obedient author, that is exactly what I did, and I really enjoyed writing THE PLAYBOY DOCTOR’S MARRIAGE PROPOSAL.

      Everyone’s best friend, Emily hides her pain behind baggy clothes and bright hair. Linton is a city doctor who has come to Warragurra for A&E experience. He never plans to settle down—marriage is for everyone else but him.

      When Emily comes to work at the hospital life changes for both of them. Do opposites attract? Absolutely. And as much as Linton fights his attraction for a woman he considers to be so not his type, he finds himself drawn to her, and to her loving family, until he’s forced to question everything he thought he held dear. Along the way Emily learns to demand her place in the world, and to fight for what she believes in.

      I hope you enjoy Emily and Linton’s story, as well as the cameo appearance of Kate and Baden.

      Let me know what you think!

      Fiona x http://www.fionalowe.com

      THE PLAYBOY DOCTOR’S MARRIAGE PROPOSAL

      BY

      FIONA LOWE

      

www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To Heather—a young woman with a bright future

      who joins me on philosophical ramblings and enthusiastically provides help with A&E stories plus advice on all things radiological!

      And to Alison for her help with deciphering ECGs

      CHAPTER ONE

      THE med student gagged.

      ‘Out!’ Linton Gregory, emergency care specialist, vigorously thrust his left arm toward the door, his frustration rising. Using his right hand, he staunched the flow of blood pouring from the deep gash on his patient’s scalp. ‘And take deep breaths,’ he added as an afterthought, softening his terse tone. The last thing he needed today on top of everything else was a fainting student.

      Where was everyone? ‘Karen,’ he called out, breaking his own enforced rule of no yelling inA and E. ‘Room two, please, now!’ He ripped open a gauze pack. ‘Johnno, stick your hand here.’ He lifted his patient’s hand to his head. ‘Press hard.’

      ‘Right-o, Doc, I know the drill.’ Johnno gave a grimace.

      Linton shone his penlight into the man’s eyes, checking his pupils for reaction to light. The black discs contracted at the bright beam and enlarged when the light source was moved away. ‘They look OK. Did you black out?’

      ‘Don’t remember.’

      Linton sighed and started a head-injury chart. ‘This is the fourth Saturday in two months you’ve been in here. It’s time to think about hanging up your rugby boots.’

      Johnno cleared his throat. ‘Doc, now you’re starting to sound like the wife.’

      He shot the man an understanding look as the familiar ripple of relief trickled through him that he wasn’t tied down, that he was blessedly single again. And he intended to stay that way. He raised his brows. ‘And yet this time I agree with Donna. Your scalp is starting to look like a patchwork quilt.’ He lifted the gauze gingerly, examining the ragged skin edges. ‘You’re going to need more stitches.’

      ‘Linton?’ A nurse popped her head around the half-open door.

      ‘Karen.’ He smiled his winning smile. ‘Stellar nurse that you are, can you please organise a suture pack and ring X-Ray? Johnno’s got another deep scalp laceration. Oh, and check up on the student—he left looking pretty green.’

      Her brows drew together in consternation. ‘I’d love to, Linton, but the ambulance service just radioed and they’re bringing in a crushed arm, ETA five minutes. I’ve set up the resus room and now I’m chasing nursing staff. The roster is short and half the town is out at Bungarra Station for Debbie and Cameron’s inaugural dune-buggy race.’

      He swallowed the curse that rose to his lips. ‘Keep pressing on that gauze, Johnno, and I’ll send Donna in to sit with you until someone can stitch your head.’ Three weeks ago his department had been like a slick, well-oiled machine. Now his charge nurse was on unexpected adoption leave and her second-in-charge was on her honeymoon with his registrar. Marriage was a lousy idea, even when it didn’t actually involve him.

      He stripped off his gloves. ‘Ring Maternity, they’re quiet, and get a nurse down from there to help us.’

      ‘But we’re still short—’

      ‘We’ve got two medical students. Let’s see if they’ve got what it takes.’ He strode into the resus room as the screaming wail of an ambulance siren broke the languid peace of a Warragurra winter’s Saturday afternoon, the volume quickly increasing, bringing their patient ever closer.

      Linton flicked on the monitors and took a brief moment to savour the quiet of the room. In about thirty seconds organised chaos would explode when their patient arrived.

      Anticipatory acid fizzed in his stomach. Emergency medicine meant total patient unpredictability and he usually thrived on every stimulating moment. СКАЧАТЬ