A Weekend With Her Fake Fiancé
Could her temporary fiancé… …become her husband for life? To secure the job of her dreams, midwife Carmen Sanchez needs a fiancé and fast! Paramedic Zac Taylor should be the last man she asks – there’s nothing fake about the attraction between them! Yet, while lone-wolf Zac might not be interested in forever, he pulls out all the stops to play fiancé of the year – and their make-believe engagement starts to feel all too real…
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Could her temporary fiancé...
...become her husband for life?
To secure the job of her dreams, midwife Carmen Sanchez needs a fiancé, and fast! Paramedic Zac Taylor should be the last man she asks—there’s nothing fake about the attraction between them! Yet while lone wolf Zac might not be interested in forever, he pulls out all the stops to play fiancé of the year—and their make-believe engagement starts to feel all too real...
TRACI DOUGLASS is a USA TODAY bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her stories feature sizzling heroes full of dark humour, quick wit and major attitude, and heroines who are smart, tenacious and always give as good as they get. She holds an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University, and she loves animals, chocolate, coffee, hot British actors and sarcasm—not necessarily in that order.
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ISBN: 978-0-008-90208-7
A WEEKEND WITH HER FAKE FIANCÉ
© 2019 Traci Douglass
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Contents
Note to Readers
CERTIFIED NURSE-MIDWIFE Carmen Sanchez swiped the back of her wrist across her forehead, careful to avoid the blood staining her glove. “One more strong push and the baby will be out.” She gave Teena, her twenty-eight-year-old patient, an encouraging smile. “You can do it.”
“I can’t!” Teena panted, her head lolling to one side on the pillows. “I’m too tired.”
Fifteen hours of labor would do that to a person, but there was only one way out of this and it was through. Having Teena’s husband there for moral support would have been ideal, but the poor man was working on a fishing boat somewhere in the Bering Sea right now and couldn’t be reached.
“I know you’re exhausted, Teena,” she said, her Caribbean accent drawing out the name. “But you’ve done such a wonderful job so far. All you need is the strength to push one more time on your next contraction and you’ll have your son in your arms. Don’t you finally want to hold him? After all these long months? Think of your husband’s face when he sees his son.”
Teena bit back a sob and nodded.
“Right.” Carmen used her most authoritative voice. “Then push as hard as you can when I tell you, okay?”
The patient nodded and took a deep breath.
It was Teena’s first pregnancy, and she’d been a difficult case from the outset, with sickle cell anemia complicating matters. Carmen had worked in conjunction with an obstetrician and a hematologist to monitor the patient and provide a safe delivery.
Another contraction hit and time seemed to slow as Teena groaned.
