Her Holiday Miracle

Her Holiday Miracle
Joanna Neil

Her Caribbean escapeTalented A&E doc Cade Byfield appears to have it all, and yet there’s always been something missing… When Dr Rebecca Flynn arrives on his Caribbean island Cade begins to think that she might be the answer.But the mysterious beauty hides a devastating secret – the family Cade wants is the one thing she can never give him. Until one smouldering kiss in the eye of a storm makes Rebecca question…Could trusting Cade with her past give them both the future they dream of?

Praise for Joanna Neil (#ulink_d947e2a6-211f-5460-b595-506f8c153ccf)

‘ … a well-written romance set in the beautiful Caribbean.’

—HarlequinJunkie on Temptation in Paradise

‘I really enjoyed this read. Sometimes the tension between Matt and Saffi was simply crackling … If you enjoy Medicals this is a good, solid read … well worth it.’

—HarlequinJunkie on A Doctor to Remember

‘You can’t stay here. I won’t let you.’

‘Oh, really?’ She raised her brows. ‘I don’t see that you have a choice. It’s my decision to make, not yours.’

‘Is it? Maybe I can persuade you otherwise …’

Before Rebecca had time to realise Cade’s intention he swooped, claiming her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss that caused the blood to course through her body in an overwhelming tide of heat. Her lips parted beneath the sensual onslaught and she clung to him as her limbs responded by trembling under the passionate intensity of his embrace.

It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. His kisses made her feverish with desire, the touch of his hands turned her flesh to fire as they shaped her curves, leaving her desperate for more. It was so unexpected, such a coaxing, tantalising raid on her defences. Her resistance crumbled. She wanted to stay here, locked in his arms, having him hold her, his long, hard body pressuring hers and promising her heaven on earth.

Dear Reader (#ulink_c7b9a40e-eb92-502c-bf2e-88288fdbea92),

What better place is there to while away the hours than on a beautiful Caribbean island? The gentle lap of surf on the sand, palm trees swaying in a soft, warm breeze … In this idyllic setting a girl can surely soak up the sun and forget her troubles.

Or can she? Setbacks in the form of a tropical storm and its aftermath might not present too great a problem—but when it comes to dealing with an incredibly good-looking plantation owner set on keeping her away from his equally handsome young cousin, what’s a girl to do? How can she possibly resist his all-out charm offensive?

There’s only one option when temptation arises in Paradise … isn’t there?

I hope you enjoy reading my latest book …

With love,

Joanna

JOANNA NEIL loves writing romance and has written more than sixty books for Harlequin Mills & Boon. Before her writing career started she had a variety of jobs, which included being a telephonist, a clerk, as well as nursing and work in a hospital pharmacy. She was an infant teacher for a number of years before her love of writing took over. Her hobbies include dressmaking, cooking and gardening.

Her Holiday Miracle

Joanna Neil

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

Table of Contents

Cover (#u65ccbb91-c4b2-5b6d-b08b-998055e6ca0d)

Praise for Joanna Neil (#u56774eeb-ae55-577a-91a6-1ddc4a93e796)

Excerpt (#u6401a7c9-ea31-5642-ad25-c7ab257f3030)

Dear Reader (#u851d9553-b2f4-5ca3-b8b4-b7de227cea39)

About the Author (#ucb13e760-4a90-5c51-9fcf-6942555eb1f6)

Title Page (#uc86b2a83-7e49-5aa0-97c9-1d4a1d2d7112)

CHAPTER ONE (#ub9b0da73-2241-5049-be6c-571ba672c778)

CHAPTER TWO (#ua507457f-b068-5cf2-ac5a-cc50881e493b)

CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_aed6bcaf-315c-53b6-93bd-1f6763846f11)

AT LAST. REBECCA GAVE a soft sigh of relief as a sixty-foot-long catamaran smoothly eased into position alongside the dock. The sound of calypso music came from on board, floating on the air waves towards her, and her spirits lifted in an instant. She’d been patiently standing in the queue for some time, wilting in the heat despite her light camisole top and loose cotton skirt, but now there was an end in sight. She would soon be on the last part of her journey to the beautiful Caribbean island of St Marie-Rose.

Just up ahead of her a man straightened as the boat approached. She’d noticed him earlier—in fact there was no way she could have missed him. He had midnight-black hair and sculpted, lightly tanned features, and he stood out from the crowd—tall, muscular, supremely fit-looking, wearing pale chinos and a white T-shirt that outlined broad shoulders and well-muscled biceps. He’d been looking around, taking in his surroundings. Presently, though, he seemed preoccupied, deep in thought, not at all like the others who lined the quayside.

Perhaps he felt her glance resting on him just then, because he half turned towards her and looked directly at her, his dark gaze meshing with hers for a heart-stopping instant. His eyes widened and his glance moved over her, taking in her slender yet curvaceous figure, the long copper-coloured hair that tumbled past her shoulders in a mass of unruly curls. All at once he seemed stunned, as though he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Heat swept along her cheekbones and she looked away, embarrassed for her own part to have been caught staring. Somehow she hadn’t seemed able to help herself … there was just something about him … He probably wasn’t a tourist, she decided. There was nothing of the loose-limbed, laid-back sunseeker about him.

Actually, much the same could be said of her right now. She didn’t feel at all touristy. After being cooped up in an aeroplane for almost a dozen hours, followed by a short taxi ride to this port, she was more than ready for the last leg of her journey. At least she hoped this was the last leg. It was already late afternoon, and she really wanted to arrive at the house before nightfall. With any luck her sister, Emma, would be there to greet her. She smiled, a thrill of excitement running through her at the prospect—it would be so good to see Emma again.

Up to now, though, nothing had gone quite to plan—instead of flying directly to the island she’d found herself stranded here, on the verdant, equally lovely tropical island of Martinique, waiting for a ferry to take her across the sparkling blue sea to her final destination.

The people in the queue began to move slowly forward. ‘Ah, looks like we’re boarding at last,’ someone said behind her. ‘Finally!’

It was a male voice. She turned to glance at him. He was a young man—in his mid-twenties, she guessed, much the same as herself. She was twenty-six. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and a ready smile. Dressed for the heat, he wore three-quarter-length shorts and a T-shirt. Clearly he was in a good mood—most likely returning with his friends from a day trip to Martinique. The three young men with him were chatting to one another, lively and exuberant.

He returned her gaze and waved a hand towards the boat. ‘Shall we? I’m William, by the way. William Tempest.’