The Sheikh and the Surrogate Mum

The Sheikh and the Surrogate Mum
Meredith Webber

Sparks fly hotter than the desert sun!Expectant surrogate mum Dr Liz Jones is used to putting others first – that’s why she’s come to Sheikh Khalifa’s kingdom to advise on his new hospital. Liz feels giddy every time she’s around the handsome surgeon.It’s probably just hormones – but something about their chemistry tells her they’re meant to be together…

Praise for Meredith Webber:

‘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

‘Medical

Romance favourite Meredith Webber has written an outstanding romantic tale that I devoured in a single sitting: moving, engrossing, romantic and absolutely unputdownable! 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

‘Beautiful,’ she said.

‘But not as beautiful as you,’ he murmured, taking the beaker and draining the last drops. Then, with his lips still wet, he kissed her.

Liz was sure she didn’t mean to kiss him back. She’d decided very firmly that kissing was off-limits where this man was concerned. Probably, in her condition, where any man was concerned! But she was definitely kissing him back—leaning into him, tasting the water on his lips, tasting him, wanting more while her head rambled on about not kissing men.

There was nothing simple about this kiss. If anything it was the most complex kiss Liz had ever experienced, for it seemed to be saying things as well as asking things, and she didn’t understand any of it—except the need to keep on kissing Khalifa-whoever, His Highness of Al Tinine …

About the Author

MEREDITH WEBBER says of herself, ‘Once I read an article which suggested that Mills and 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.’

Recent titles by Meredith Webber:

NEW DOC IN TOWN

ORPHAN UNDER THE CHRISTMAS TREE

MELTING THE ARGENTINE DOCTOR’S HEART

TAMING DR TEMPEST

SHEIKH, CHILDREN’S DOCTOR … HUSBAND

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

The Sheikh and The Surrogate Mum

Meredith Webber

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

CHAPTER ONE

‘JUST because some bloke with more money than sense has bought the place, we don’t need to go into a full-scale meltdown. He’s bought the hospital, not our bodies and souls. We have to—’

Dr Elizabeth Jones was addressing her slightly panicked night shift staff outside the special care neonatal unit of Giles Hospital when a deep, slightly accented voice interrupted her.

‘This word “bloke”? It means?’

She turned to face the source of the voice and her heart thudded to a halt, flopped around a bit and then went into a gallop rhythm she couldn’t recall ever having felt before.

He wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, or even astoundingly good looking—he was just so, well, very male!

Arrogantly male!

His bearing, the slight tilt of his head, the imperious look in his near-black eyes, all shouted leader of the pack.

‘Oh! Um—it’s actually nothing. Aussie slang, you know—means a man …’

The words faltered out in dribs and drabs, her brain too busy cataloguing the stranger’s attributes to construct sensible sentences.

Smooth olive skin, the slightest, neatest of clipped beards and moustache emphasising a straight nose and a strong jaw, not to mention framing lips like—well, she couldn’t think how to describe the lips, although the words ‘eminently kissable’ had sneaked into her head.

He wore a dark suit, though the way he wore it—or maybe it was the suit itself—made her wonder if she’d ever really seen a man in a suit before.

‘I see!’ the lips she’d noticed before the suit mused. ‘So the “bloke” who bought the hospital has more money than sense?’

It was the accent making her toes curl in her strappy sandals and sending feathery touches up and down her spine.

It had to be!