Dr Blake's Angel

Dr Blake's Angel
Marion Lennox

Dr. Blake Sutherland is the sole G.P. in town. Overworked and exhausted, he needs a miracle. He gets one in the form of seven-months-pregnant Dr. Nell McKenzie, who announces that he is to have a holiday while she takes over his practice!Blake can't let such a heavily pregnant woman assume his huge workload. So Nell insists on sharing his patients - and his Christmas - with him, instead.Blake has sworn never to get close to anyone again, but he has a feeling that this Christmas will be one he'll never forget!

“I’m your Christmas present.”

“Excuse me?” Blake asked his new patient.

“I bet you never had a Christmas present like me before.” The woman smiled.

“You’re pregnant,” he stated.

“Yes, I’m pregnant. Great work for noticing.”

“Have you come to see me about your pregnancy, Miss McKenzie?”

“It’s Dr. McKenzie. And I’m your Christmas present.”

“Just explain,” Blake said.

“Your friends Jonas and Emily have organized it all with the hospital board. They’re giving you a holiday and I’ll take over.”

“It’s a very nice idea,” Blake forced out. “But it’s impossible. You can’t just take over my Christmas. I see fifty patients a day!”

“Fifty? Okay, maybe I can’t. But maybe I can share it.”

“What?”

“Well, maybe we could have a Christmas to remember. Together.”

Dear Reader,

Christmas is my very favorite time of the year. From the first rendition of “Jingle Bells” in my local supermarket—that’s usually about September—I’m tingling with anticipation. My kids’ school runs a Christmas cake drive and I’m a volunteer cook (or maybe that should read volunteered—thanks, kids!), so by October my house is full of the smells of Christmas and I’m aching to put up the tree.

When I was asked to write a Christmas romance I didn’t need any encouragement. I sat down immediately to think up a nice Christmassy plot. What would I like for Christmas? That’s easy. It’s what I always want—a very special Christmas surprise.

So that’s what I’ve given my gorgeous Dr. Blake. A surprise in the form of his very own Christmas angel.

I do hope you enjoy Dr. Blake and his angel. Blessings on you and yours—and have a very happy Christmas.

Marion Lennox

Dr. Blake’s Angel

Marion Lennox

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

BRANDY SAUCE

CHAPTER ONE

‘I’M NOT a patient. I’m your Christmas present.’

Right…

The woman had glossy, copper-red hair. She was wearing purple patchwork overalls, a pink T-shirt and pink flowery sandals. She was also heavily pregnant.

Dr Blake Sutherland still had urgent house calls to do. He’d promised Grace Mayne he’d visit her tonight and the elderly fisherwoman was already waiting. He’d been up since dawn, he was exhausted and now he had a nutcase on his hands.

‘Excuse me?’

‘I bet you’ve never had a Christmas present like me.’ The woman’s bright smile exuded happiness.

Who on earth was she? Blake didn’t have a clue. She’d arrived an hour ago, settled to wait for his last afternoon appointment and had been placidly reading old copies of Rich and Famous until he’d found time to see her.

His Christmas present…

On reflection, he decided to ignore what she’d said and try again. ‘You’re pregnant.’ He sat back and did a slow assessment. She was at least seven months, he guessed, or maybe more. She was glowing with the health most women found in late stages of pregnancy, and she looked…lovely?

Lovely was as good a way as any to describe her, he decided as he took in her startling appearance. Her riot of copper curls was close cropped but not enough to stop the rioting. Her freckled face was enhanced by huge green eyes, and she had the most gorgeous smile…

Oh, for heaven’s sake! Ignore the smile. She also had a problem or she wouldn’t be here.

‘Yes, I’m pregnant. Great work for noticing.’ She chuckled. It was a nice, throaty chuckle that went beautifully with her eyes. ‘Em said you were a brilliant doctor, and you’ve just proved it. Pregnant, hey?’ She patted her tummy. ‘Well, well. Who’d have guessed it?’