The Legendary Playboy Surgeon

The Legendary Playboy Surgeon
Alison Roberts

Connor Matthews has to be the only surgeon ever to ride his motorbike into A&E! And Dr Kate Graham is determined to disapprove – even if it has made a sick little boy’s dream come true. Connor’s love-’em-and-leave-’em reputation is hospital legend, so she’s steering well clear. Although his sinful allure is coming critically close to cracking the shield around Kate’s fragile heart…

Praise forAlison Roberts:

‘Readers will be moved by this incredibly sweet story

about a family that is created in the most unexpected way.’

—RT Book Reviews on THE HONOURABLE MAVERICK

‘I had never read anything by Alison Roberts

prior to reading TWINS FOR CHRISTMAS,

but after reading this enchanting novella

I shall certainly add her name to my auto-buy list!’

—Cataromance.com on TWINS FOR CHRISTMAS

‘Ms Roberts produces her usual entertaining blend

of medicine and romance in just the right proportion,

with a brooding but compelling hero

and both leads with secrets to hide.’

—Mills and Boon

website reader review on NURSE, NANNY … BRIDE!

Heartbreakers of St Patrick’s Hospital

The delicious doctors

you know you shouldn’t fall for!

St Patrick’s Hospital: renowned for

cutting-edge lifesaving procedures …

and Auckland’s most sinfully sexy surgeons—

there’s never a shortage of female patients

in this waiting room!

The hospital grapevine buzzes with

rumours about motorbike-riding rebel

doc Connor Matthews and aristocratic

neurosurgeon Oliver Dawson—

but one thing’s for sure … They’re the

heartbreakers of St Patrick’s and

should be firmly off limits….

So why does that make themeven more devastatingly attractive?!

About the Author

ALISON ROBERTS lives in Christchurch, New Zealand, and has written over sixty Mills & Boon

Medical

Romances. As a qualified paramedic, she has personal experience of the drama and emotion to be found in the world of medical professionals, and loves to weave stories with this rich background—especially when they can have a happy ending.

When Alison is not writing, you’ll find her indulging her passion for dancing or spending time with her friends (including Molly the dog) and her daughter Becky, who has grown up to become a brilliant artist. She also loves to travel, hates housework, and considers it a triumph when the flowers outnumber the weeds in her garden.

The Legendary

Playboy Surgeon

Alison Roberts

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

CHAPTER ONE

WHAT on earth was going on here?

As she stepped out of the lift, Dr Kate Graham found herself staring at the expanse of linoleum lining the floor of this hospital corridor. The flecked beige was clearly marked by … tyre tracks?

Very odd.

Not that a lot of hospital equipment didn’t have wheels and it was conceivable that a particularly heavy item—a portable X-ray machine, for example—might have pneumatic tyres on its wheels, but these marks suggested the kind of wheels that belonged to something that needed a roadway to get from A to B.

The track marks were leading towards the children’s ward, which was also Kate’s intended destination, but she would probably have followed them anyway. Any distraction from what was waiting for her down in the bowels of St Patrick’s hospital was welcome. Something that seemed highly inappropriate and might need sorting out was even better. Kate could potentially defuse the horrible tension that had been building in her for some time now by directing it elsewhere.

Whatever idiot had thought it might be OK to bring a motorbike, for heaven’s sake, right into a ward full of seriously sick children? Kate could see the machine now, as she rounded a corner. A gleaming, bright red monstrosity at the end of the corridor, just outside the double doors that she knew led to the wide playroom, which was a space enjoyed by any child deemed well enough.

The playroom was well past the nurses’ station where Kate had been headed to collect some urgent samples for the pathology department but she didn’t even slow down as she passed the doorway. Not that the area was attended at the moment, anyway, because staff members and patients alike were crowded behind the astonishing spectacle of the motorbike and the leather-clad figure beside it, who was at that moment lifting a helmet from his head.