Praise for Alison Roberts:
âReaders will be moved by this incredibly sweet story about a family that is created in the most unexpected way.â
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THE HONOURABLE MAVERICK
âI had never read anything by Alison Roberts prior to reading TWINS FOR CHRISTMAS, but after reading this enchanting novella I shall certainly add her name to my auto-buy list!â
âCataRomance.com on
TWINS FOR CHRISTMAS
âMs Roberts produces her usual entertaining blend of medicine and romance in just the right proportion, with a brooding but compelling hero and both leads with secrets to hide.â
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NURSE, NANNYâ¦BRIDE!
200 HARLEY STREET
Welcome to the luxurious premises of the exclusive Hunter Clinic, world renowned in plastic and reconstructive surgery, set right on Harley Street, the centre of elite clinical excellence, in the heart of Londonâs glittering West End!
Owned by two very different brothers, Leo and Ethan Hunter, the Hunter Clinic undertakes both cosmetic and reconstructive surgery. Playboy Leo handles the rich and famous clients, enjoying the red carpet glamour of Londonâs A-list social scene, while brooding ex-army doc Ethan focuses his time on his passionâtransforming the lives of injured war heroes and civilian casualties of war.
Emotion and drama abound against the backdrop of one of Europeâs most glamorous cities, as Leo and Ethan work through their tensions and find women who will change their lives for ever!
200 HARLEY STREET
Glamour, intensity, desireâthe lives and loves of Londonâs hottest team of surgeons!
Continue your sensational eight-book journey withâ¦
200 HARLEY STREET: THE PROUD ITALIAN by Alison Roberts
ALISON ROBERTS lives in Christchurch, New Zealand, and has written over sixty Mills & Boon>® Medical Romancesâ¢.
As a qualified paramedic she has personal experience of the drama and emotion to be found in the world of medical professionals, and loves to weave stories with this rich backgroundâespecially when they can have a happy ending.
When Alison is not writing youâll find her indulging her passion for dancing or spending time with her friends (including Molly the dog) and her daughter Becky, who has grown up to become a brilliant artist. She also loves to travel, hates housework, and considers it a triumph when the flowers outnumber the weeds in her garden.
Dear Reader
London holds a very special place in my heart. I had my first year of schooling there and I lived in Prince Albert Road, so close to the zoo I could often hear the animals at night. Itâs always a treat to revisit London, either in person or through the characters in my stories and this oneâRafael and Abbieâs storyâhas been a joy.
I had two passionate people, bound together by their baby daughter but then pushed too far apart by the unbearably tough times they had to go through.
Do you have a mantra that pops up during tough times? Iâve been known to use âno pain, no gainâ or âwhat doesnât kill you makes you strongerâ. Iâm not so sure about âthe end justifies the meansâ or âyou have to break eggs to make an omeletteâ because the significance of what is lost or broken may not be apparent until itâs too late to realise how important it was.
All too often, what gets broken is a relationship that couldnât survive the pain. Repairing that kind of damage to love needs a bit of magic, I think. And what better place to find magic like that than in one of my favourite cities?
Happy reading
With love,
Alison
WINNING WAS SUPPOSED to be what mattered.
And it was. The end justified the means, didnât it?
Of course it did. That couldnât be doubted for a heartbeat in this case. The blanket-wrapped bundle in Abbie de Lucaâs arms was the absolute proof of that. The battle had been hard fought and gruelling enough to have almost destroyed her but she had won.
No. Ella had won. Her precious baby, only just a year old, had fought the killer disease of acute lymphoblastic leukaemia at an age where the greatest challenge should have been learning to sit up and take her first steps. The fact that they were being sent back from the only place in the world that had offered the new and radical treatment so that Ella could continue her recuperation at the Lighthouse Childrenâs Hospital in London was proof of having won the battle. It meant she was a huge step closer to going home.
But was the âhomeâ theyâd left behind still there?
For either of them?
Being escorted off the flight from New York before any other passengers and fast-tracked through customs at Heathrow airport like royalty should be making the triumph of winning all the sweeter.
So why did Abbie feel as if she was stepping onto a new battlefield? One that was only marginally less significant than the life-and-death struggle that had represented most of the three months she had been away with her tiny daughter.