The Playboy Doctor

The Playboy Doctor
Sarah Morgan

He wasn't her type!Hard-working and dedicated Dr. Joanna Weston was everything she believed a frivolous playboy like her new locum, Seb Macaulay, wasn't. Every woman he met adored him, and Joanna was frostily determined to be the exception.How wrong could she have been?Little by little, Seb's warmth broke down Joanna's protective barriers and she began to fall in love with the man and the doctor she never truly knew. But Joanna was intensely vulnerable, and someone as devastatingly gorgeous as Seb could easily break her heart…

‘Are you serious? You really want to have dinner with me?’

He frowned slightly. ‘Why else would I ask you?’

She swallowed. ‘For a joke?’

There was a long silence, and then he lifted a finger and touched her cheek gently.

‘Someone did treat you badly, didn’t they?’ His blue eyes searched hers for a long moment. ‘Well, just for the record, I don’t make jokes like that. And, yes, I do really want to have dinner with you.’

‘I’m going for a shower.’ She determinedly turned on her heel.

‘Fifteen minutes,’ he called after her, his voice firm and very male. ‘You have fifteen minutes to get ready or I’m taking you out as you are.’

She looked back, one eyebrow raised. ‘Caveman tactics, Dr Macaulay?’

He grinned. ‘Whatever it takes, Dr Weston. Whatever it takes.’

Sarah Morgan trained as a nurse and has since worked in a variety of health-related jobs. Married to a gorgeous businessman who still makes her knees knock, she spends most of her time trying to keep up with their two little boys but manages to sneak off occasionally to indulge her passion for writing romance. Sarah loves outdoor life and is an enthusiastic skier and walker. Whatever she is doing, her head is always full of new characters, and she is addicted to happy endings.

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The Playboy Doctor

Sarah Morgan

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CONTENTS

Chapter One (#u282911a4-69ad-5770-9f4d-9afd3f49ec0f)

Chapter Two (#u70fd02c8-b0de-5bee-858d-c653ab4c8ab2)

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 ONE

JOANNA WESTON pulled up outside a row of small, terraced cottages and switched off the car engine.

She felt exhausted. Totally and utterly exhausted. Her head was thumping and her eyes felt gritty from lack of sleep. Even blinking seemed to require a monumental effort.

To cap it all, she’d turned on the car radio in time to hear the weather forecaster cheerfully announce that it was the hottest June on record and the sun beating down relentlessly through the windows of her car just increased her drowsiness.

For a brief moment her eyes closed and she struggled against the overwhelming desire to sleep. She didn’t have time to sleep. Not yet. Maybe tonight, if she was really lucky and everyone managed to stay healthy until the morning...

In the meantime, she had one more house call to make and then a busy evening surgery.

Forcing her aching, complaining body into action, she climbed out of the car and walked down the path towards the house at the end of the row.

The door opened before she’d had a chance to knock and she smiled at the old lady standing in the doorway.

‘Hello, Alice. Sorry I’m a bit late. I had more calls than usual. How’s that chest of yours?’

‘It’s much better.’ Alice James stood to one side to let Joanna in, gesturing towards the kitchen. ‘The kettle’s just boiled and you look as though you’re in need of some sustenance. Come and sit down.’

Sit down?

It was tempting, but Joanna had a suspicion that if she sat down she might never get up again.

‘I shouldn’t really.’ She glanced at her watch doubtfully. ‘Surgery starts in half an hour and I don’t want to be late.’

Alice ignored her and spooned tea into a large blue teapot. ‘The people in this village will be more than happy to wait an extra five minutes. We all know that you’re working far too hard at the moment. I gather you were up half the night with Ted Rawlings...’

Joanna looked at her in astonishment as she put her bag down by the table. ‘How did you know that?’

‘I heard it from Doris in the newsagent.’ Alice added boiling water to the tea. ‘And she heard it from Geoff Forrest, the postman, whose mother lives next door to Ted and saw the ambulance in the night.’

Joanna gaped at her, temporarily speechless. She’d lived in this small, rural community for three years now and she was still surprised by the speed with which news travelled.

‘Is anything ever private around here?’

‘Not much.’ Alice put the teapot in the middle of the scrubbed kitchen table and reached for two bone china cups. ‘And you should be thankful for that. It was Geoff’s mother who called you because she heard Ted moaning through the wall and was worried. If she hadn’t, goodness knows what might have happened. So how is he now?’