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The Surgeon's Meant-To-Be Bride
 The
marriage assignment
Nurse Harriet Remy and her
surgeon husband, Guillaume, thought they had the perfect marriage. They
loved working for an overseas medical aid service, and children were
never part of their plan. Until Harriet’s fertility came under threat
and her subsequent desire for a baby came between them.
After a year apart, they’re
together on their final MedSurg assignment. Gill still adores his wife,
and for him the assignment becomes more than work: it becomes a mission
to save his marriage. And this time he’s prepared to do whatever it
takes to keep his bride by his side – for ever.
Excerpt
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The divorce papers burnt a hole in her hand as she
carried the large yellow envelope to her soon-to-be ex husband’s
sleeping quarters. Nausea threatened and she swallowed hard to dispel
it. Just knock on the door, hand it over, then leave Harriet lectured
herself as her rubber-soled shoes squeaked loudly on the aged linoleum
in the hushed corridors. Do not stop for a chat. Do not go in for
coffee. Do not let him make love to you.
She tossed her head and clamped down on the irony that
threatened to bubble up in her chest and escape as sarcastic laughter.
Sex, Harriet. Have sex with you. Their days of love making were long
past and she couldn’t afford such romantic stupidity. They were getting
divorced. The end. Finito. Period. They were just having a little
difficulty remembering their differences in the haze of lust that
descended upon them every time they got a little too close. Harriet
hadn’t yet worked out the co-ordinates of that invisible line - the one
that separated close and too close - but she certainly knew when she’d
crossed it. Except by then it was usually... always...too late.
Harriet stopped in front of his door gathering her courage.
Tomorrow. She gripped the envelope tighter. She would be gone tomorrow
and his signature would be on the papers and she could get on with her
life. So she had to do this now. She’d had the papers since she’d
arrived in this country over two months ago but part of her had held
back. Somewhere inside there had still been a small kernel of hope. A
little Pollyanna ray of sunshine that had believed she could truly
convince him to change his mind. But two months of alternating between
fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants medical drama and snatched moments of
incredible can’t-get-enough-of-you sex hadn’t resolved anything. Sex
they were great at. Marriage they weren’t.
Harriet took a moment to tie her gorgeous wavy hair back in a
hastily constructed ponytail. He was going to look all messy-haired and
sleepy and sexy as hell so she desperately needed to look no-nonsense.
And he hated her hair tied back and for this task she needed him to hate
her a little.
Harriet knocked on the door. The noise echoed loudly down the
corridor and she hoped she hadn’t woken anyone else. All the surgical
teams had been up until 1 a.m. and she didn’t think they’d appreciate
such an early wake up call. But this had to be done. She’d put it off
too long already. She heard a mumbled expletive on the other side of the
door and smiled to herself as she pictured Gill emerging from under his
pillow, staring at the clock and frowning. Please put a shirt on, she
begged silently.
The door opened abruptly and Harriet was confronted with his
magnificent naked chest. She looked into his grumpy face and watched as
he bit of a retort and a slow lazy smile warmed his sleepy face. Oh
hell! Of all the men in all the world she had to marry one that looked
like a naughty angel.
“Harry,” he murmured. His morning voice stroked across her
skin, sending every nerve ending in her body into a frenzy. She knew
where the line was today. And she was standing on it.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” she said lifting her eyes off his
smooth pectoral muscles and trying to shut down her peripheral vision so
she couldn’t see the bulge of his naked biceps.
“I’m not,” he said.
Harriet frowned at him. He lifted a hand
and caressed the St Christopher hanging from the delicate silver chain
around her neck. He had a mouth that was made for kissing and Harriet
could feel herself teetering on the line. She wanted to lean forward and
draw his soft bottom lip into her mouth and bite it. She could feel his
gentle tug on the necklace drawing her into the room. Harriet resisted.
She knew that crossing the line was not what this was about. Give him
the papers and go. Run like the wind.
Harriet brought the envelope up between them, abruptly
displacing his hand.
“What’s this?” he asked a small smile playing on his lips and
dancing in his grey eyes.
“Divorce papers,” she said, and felt stronger just saying the
words.
Gill stared for a moment and shot her another slow smile as
he took the envelope from her. He tossed it over his shoulder and
Harriet heard it land on the floor behind him.
“Gill...” she chided softly. “I need you to sign them. It’s
time.”
He stood to one side and gestured her into the room with a
flourish of his deft surgeon’s hands. Harriet shook her head vehemently.
“No.” She knew what would happen if she put her foot over the
line. His quarters were three meters by three and dominated by an unmade
bed and an undressed man.
“Harriet,” he sighed, but she could see the sparkle of
amusement lighting his eyes, “I’m not going to discuss our divorce with
you in the corridor.”
His rich, deep voice oozed like warm chocolate, coating her
in its sweet, sticky web. He held out his hand to her. It sounded so
reasonable. She looked behind her at the empty hallway and hesitated
briefly, before taking his hand and feeling the gentle tug pulling her
over the line.
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From "THE SURGEON'S MEANT-TO-BE BRIDE" by Amy Andrews
Mills and Boon® Medical Romance™ December 2006
ISBN: 0-263-84773-x Copyright: © 2006 Amy Andrews
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published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.
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Review
The Surgeon's Meant-To-Be Bride by Amy Andrews
Dec 06 UK , Jan 06 Aust
ISBN: 0-263-84773-X
Category: Medical Romance
Rating:
4
1/2 stars
Guillaume and Harriet Remy had the perfect
partnership, a surgeon and nurse team who traveled the world together
working for a medical aid service, a wonderful marriage that suited them
both until Harriet discovered that her fertility problems could see them
without a child. While Harriet wanted a child, Gill didn’t, at least not
as badly as Harriet. Having been separated for a year they are reunited
for their final assignment together and this time Gill isn’t about to
let their marriage go without a fight. He will do whatever it takes to
make sure his wife is with him, even seducing her but Harriet is not
about to let her dreams of having a child go and is just as determined
as her husband. But will fate take away their dreams? Or will it offer
them a second chance at love?
Sensually impressionable The Surgeon’s Meant-To-Be-Bride will touch your
heart like nothing before. I loved this book, it was sensual,
captivating and heart rending all within these few pages. I couldn’t put
it down; the first page captured me from the start and didn’t let me go
until the end. The story of its’ characters had me emotional when I
reached the pages of sorrow and heartache. Amy Andrews tells a story so
moving that I couldn’t help crying. Harriet and Gill are two people that
lose their way in their marriage and it takes a tragedy to bring them
back together. Ms Andrews is fast becoming an author that I love to
read. Her books bring passion and excitement to its’ characters while
delivering a superbly poignant story to captivate the reader. I know I
will look forward to reading more books from her and enjoying her
characters for what they are, special and extraordinary individuals.
Sheryl
Cataromance Reviews
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