The Seduction Challenge

The Seduction Challenge
Sarah Morgan

GP Joel Whittaker's return to Cornwall to work in his father's practice becomes even more enjoyable when he meets the gentle nurse.Joel's reputation with women is legendary, and there's something deliciously irresistible about Sister Lucy Bishop…. However, Joel's family warns him against any plans he has to seduce Lucy!So he decides he'll just get to know her instead, and fight temptation to take her in his arms. But it's a challenge that only gets harder….

Joel was stunned by his own reaction to her plight

Over the years he thought he’d experienced every emotion it was possible to feel for the opposite sex—except love, of course—but he’d never felt this overwhelming need to protect a woman before.

Until now.

But with Lucy looking up at him with those huge green eyes he suddenly understood why his brothers had been so ridiculously protective of her. There was something about her. A gentleness—a vulnerability—that made you want to hunt for a dragon just so you could slay it.

Dear Reader,

Most of us know someone who has had a relationship with a real louse. Recovering from that can be an uphill struggle, especially when there’s a child involved. So how do you move on and let yourself trust someone new?

Well, it certainly helps when the man in question is as sexy and persistent as my hero, Joel. A woman hasn’t said no to him yet, and he isn’t about to start with Lucy! Seeing her struggling to bring up her little boy alone, he even agrees to be her friend, a role that he’s never played before. But of course the chemistry between them is so strong that this is one relationship that is never going to end in just friendship.

This book is for all the women out there who think that they’ll never find someone else.

Stick with it. He’s out there somewhere.

Warmly,

Sarah

The Seduction Challenge

Sarah Morgan

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER ONE

‘PLEASE, Mrs Lambert,’ Lucy coaxed gently, ‘just try it for me?’

‘But I’ve hardly any breath now, dear,’ the old lady wheezed. ‘How can I possibly puff into that? It’ll kill me!’

Lucy held the peak-flow meter and smiled. ‘Just breathe in and then blow out sharply, like this…’ She gave a quick demonstration and changed the mouthpiece. ‘Now you have a go.’

‘But why?’ Mrs Lambert took the device from Lucy and looked at it doubtfully. ‘I don’t understand.’

‘This little machine helps us to measure how well your lungs are.’ Lucy explained patiently, nothing in her manner betraying the fact that this was the fourth time she’d given the same explanation to the old woman.

‘Oh.’ Mrs Lambert looked surprised. ‘Well, why didn’t you say so before?’

Lucy smothered a smile and pulled the top off her pen ready to record the results. ‘Blow when you’re ready, Mrs Lambert.’

Behind her the door opened and she turned to see Richard Whittaker, the senior partner, hovering in the doorway. Grey-haired and kindly, he looked at Mrs Lambert and gave a discreet thumbs-up sign. Lucy smiled and read the result of the peak-flow meter.

‘Well done, Mrs Lambert,’ she said warmly. ‘Twice more now. I need the best of three.’

‘Three? I’ll be in my grave, girl!’ Mrs Lambert looked horrified and turned to Richard with a small smile. ‘She’s a slave-driver, this new nurse of yours.’

‘I know.’ Richard Whittaker folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the door, his expression sympathetic. ‘We all suffer, I’m afraid. She bullies us unmercifully. I should just give in, if I were you. That’s what we doctors do.’

Mrs Lambert gave a dramatic sigh and then blew sharply into the meter.

Lucy recorded the results and handed them to Richard with a pleased smile. ‘They’re not bad. Especially considering all the talking you’ve done since you came in here…’ she gave the old lady a teasing wink and Mrs Lambert laughed.

‘You’re a cheeky girl!’

Richard studied the results and then glanced up. ‘She’s right, you know. These results are good, Annie. We’ve been monitoring them regularly now, which helps us make a decision about your treatment. I don’t think we need alter anything at the moment but make sure you keep using the puffers.’

Annie Lambert’s mouth tightened. ‘I really don’t see why I need to. I feel fine.’

‘You have asthma, Mrs Lambert. You feel fine because you’ve been taking your puffers,’ Lucy explained, and the old lady sighed.

‘It’s a load of nonsense. How can I have asthma? I’m seventy years old, for goodness’ sake. Children get asthma, not adults!’

‘Adults get it too, Annie.’ Richard gave her a worried look. ‘We’ve explained it before, but we’ll explain it again if—’

‘No, no—’ Annie Lambert interrupted him with an impatient gesture. ‘You keep going on about puffers and blowing and all sorts of nonsense. I don’t want to listen to it any more. It’s boring.’

Lucy smiled. ‘It is pretty boring, isn’t it? And the good thing about remembering to take your puffers is that they keep you well so that you can then forget about the fact that you have asthma.’

‘I take the one regularly,’ Annie said primly, picking up her handbag and slipping it onto her arm. ‘And then the other one when I’m in a spot of trouble, but I must admit I feel pretty breathless sometimes.’

‘That’s as much your heart condition as your asthma,’ Richard explained gently, handing the chart back to Lucy. ‘We’ve increased the dose of your tablets now, so hopefully that should do the trick.’

‘I hope so,’ Annie said, her smile slightly tired, ‘or there’s no way I’ll be running the marathon next year.’