Dynamite Doc or Christmas Dad?

Dynamite Doc or Christmas Dad?
Marion Lennox

What does Dusty really want for Christmas?Extract from the Diary of Dusty McPherson, aged 10 I’ve never had a proper family Christmas. It’s always just been me and my mum Jess. But now I’ve met my cool Uncle Ben. He’s a doctor – just like my mum. I didn’t know him until recently, but now I’m starting to know what it’s like to have a dad around.Uncle Ben makes Mum smile, and I even caught them kissing. But when I told her she blushed! As soon as Christmas is over we’re going home. But if I’m a really good boy maybe Uncle Ben might want to come too?

Praise for

Marion Lennox:

‘Best of 2010: A very rewarding read.

The characters are believable, the setting is real,

and the writing is terrific.’

—www.dearauthor.com on

DATING THE MILLIONAIRE DOCTOR

‘I can’t imagine a hot Christmas, but you make this

one sound like such fun. It’s got a hero and heroine

I’m happy to cheer on and in whom I believe.’

—www.dearauthor.com on

CHRISTMAS WITH HER BOSS

Ben had Dusty on his shoulders. He was chest-deep in the surf, holding Dusty’s hands, and Dusty was falling forward in a practice dive. His first ever diving lesson.

He was going right under—something he’d always been afraid of. Spluttering and laughing. Being swept up and put on Ben’s shoulders to try again.

Like father and son.

Not quite.

Nephew and uncle.

It was more than she’d expected. More than she’d hoped for.

It was … just a little bit scary.

That was why she was here—lying on the sand, watching. The temptation to join them was almost irresistible, but she’d been chuckling with the two of them, being splashed, splashing in turn, when suddenly she’d stopped enjoying herself. She’d felt fear.

Had Ben guessed? She’d told them she was getting cold, but in truth it had been no such thing. Ben’s gaze had met hers, and there had been a flash of something between them.

About the Author

MARION LENNOX is a country girl, born on an Australian dairy farm. She moved on—mostly because the cows just weren’t interested in her stories! Married to a ‘very special doctor’, Marion writes Medical

Romances, as well as Mills & Boon

Cherish. (She used a different name for each category for a while—if you’re looking for her past Mills & Boon Romances, search for author Trisha David as well.) She’s now had 90 romance novels accepted for publication.

In her non-writing life Marion cares for kids, cats, dogs, chooks and goldfish. She travels, she fights her rampant garden (she’s losing) and her house dust (she’s lost). Having spun in circles for the first part of her life, she’s now stepped back from her ‘other’ career, which was teaching statistics at her local university. Finally she’s reprioritised her life, figured out what’s important, and discovered the joys of deep baths, romance and chocolate. Preferably all at the same time!

Recent titles by the same author:

THE DOCTOR AND THE RUNAWAY HEIRESS

DATING THE MILLIONAIRE DOCTOR

CITY SURGEON, SMALL TOWN MIRACLE

A BRIDE AND CHILD WORTH WAITING FOR

ABBY AND THE BACHELOR COP*** (#ulink_5f6253fd-480d-5893-a3b3-17552b5fc47d)

Mills & Boon

Medical

Romance **Crocodile Creek*** (#ulink_e489856f-f6f1-5fa4-9cd8-5fa7f01c2f89) Mills & Boon

Cherish

These books are also available in eBook format from www.millsandboon.co.uk

Dynamite Doc

or

Christmas Dad?

Marion Lennox

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

Dedication:

With thanks to the fabulous Meredith Webber,

whose passion for slithering things reaffirmed my commitment

to this story, and to Trish Morey, whose laughter is magic.

Dear Reader

Why do my Christmases always end in chaos? Every year I plan a beautiful Christmas, my detailed lists outlining tasteful table settings, inventive menus, glorious weather and great gifts. But every year … chaos. Glorious, wonderful chaos, with my family chuckling at my lists as they mix sausage rolls with salmon roulade, as they double the amount of brandy in the brandy sauce, as they rock with laughter when my mum gives me an ‘abdomeniser’—don’t ask, but apparently it’s because she knows I can use it …