The One Man to Heal Her

The One Man to Heal Her
Meredith Webber

Single dad to her rescue!Dr Alexandra Hudson’s homecoming is bittersweet. She’s still scarred by her family’s rejection, and it’s a comfort to find her childhood friend Will Kent. Except she’s overwhelmed by her attraction to the handsome widower – feelings she never expected to have again!Will is shocked that the gorgeous new cardiologist is the girl from next door – and by his desire to keep her safe in his arms! But now he has a toddler to protect, too. He’ll gladly offer Alex a whole new life… if she’ll risk being part of a brand-new family!

Praise forMeredith Webber: (#ulink_a179e306-3022-5991-bab8-4579100df192)

‘Mills & Boon

Medical Romance™ favourite Meredith Webber has penned a spellbinding and moving tale set under the hot desert sun!’

—CataRomance on The Desert Prince’s Convenient Bride

‘Meredith Webber has written an outstanding romantic tale that I devoured in a single sitting—moving, engrossing, romantic and absolutely un-putdownable! Ms Webber peppers her story with plenty of drama, emotion and passion, and she will keep her readers entranced until the final page.’

—CataRomance on A Pregnant Nurse’s Christmas Wish

‘Meredith Webber does a beautiful job as she crafts one of the most unique romances I’ve read in a while. Reading a tale by Meredith Webber is always a pleasure, and The Heart Surgeon’s Baby Surprise is no exception!’

—Book Illuminations on The Heart Surgeon’s Baby Surprise

MEREDITH WEBBER says of herself, ‘Once I read an article which suggested that Mills & Boon

were looking for new Medical Romance™ authors. I had one of those “I can do that” moments, and gave it a try. What began as a challenge has become an obsession—though I do temper the “butt on seat” career of writing with dirty but healthy outdoor pursuits, fossicking through the Australian Outback in search of gold or opals. Having had some success in all of these endeavours, I now consider I’ve found the perfect lifestyle.’

The One Man

to Heal Her

Meredith Webber

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

Dear Reader (#ulink_9cebdb06-0fac-52a1-9571-f04b88478255),

The idea for this book came when I was on a short writing retreat with a group of fellow writers who have been going away—as many as can get together—once a year for about nine years now.

We work in the morning, walk the beach—brave ones swim—usually lunch together, and then have brainstorming sessions or discussions on topics we’ve already decided on over lunch and into mid-afternoon. We break into smaller groups, or go off on our own, until ‘wine o’clock’, when we once again get together. These sessions are usually the most productive in producing ideas. Often they’re wild ideas—but even wild ideas can be tamed and brought together in a book.

Such is the way of some books, and it took nine months’ gestation before this one finally came together in its current form—so I hope this particular baby is as good as the making of it was.

Meredith Webber

For all the Maytoners, who keep me going.

Table of Contents

Cover (#ua60daa78-fc66-5acc-ad84-46a60c6f2385)

Praise for Meredith Webber (#ulink_0a6a79a6-85b5-5ee9-9141-e54d80129fb2)

About the Author (#ubc3dcbb5-33b1-507b-b5a2-f4d3d330d3e3)

Title Page (#u2cd0b8cb-3940-5606-91d0-1e84c166d797)

Dear Reader (#ulink_9cebdb06-0fac-52a1-9571-f04b88478255)

Dedication (#u3052d489-b187-5ef2-b6b8-952b0771d511)

PROLOGUE (#ulink_f4371784-6ebd-5a70-9025-466eb16b01d5)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_dff30592-7135-5aa2-9f0a-0863b4ab3ecf)

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_47637b76-b0ad-5086-b4aa-c2fe3457b414)

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)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

PROLOGUE (#ulink_9c016007-18a0-51b8-84fe-5b9a3b6289e4)

ALEX SAT HUDDLED on a red plastic chair against the wall of the ER room. A woman doctor she vaguely recognised had come towards her earlier but had whisked away when a rush of ambulance cases had been brought in, and now, two hours later, Alex still sat, a little more hunched over, exhaustion having caused her to nod off so several times she’d nearly fallen off the chair.

Twice a male nurse had approached, but, unable to stand the thought of a man touching her, she’d shrunk back and lied, saying she was waiting for someone.

Then the woman doctor she’d seen earlier must have cleared the urgent patients and approached once again.

‘Are you here for treatment?’ she asked gently.

Alex nodded, not sure she would be able to speak, let alone move, so thick was the cloud of despair and unhappiness that enveloped her.

The doctor knelt and reached out to touch Alex’s cheek, brushing at the tears that kept dripping out of her eyes no matter how hard she tried to stop them.