His midwife under the mistletoe
This Christmas, midwife Flo is determined to avoid all mistletoe! Though sheâs a secret romantic, sheâs fed up with only kissing frogs. Until she meets notorious sheikh prince Hazin al-Razim and is enticed into the most sizzling night of her life...
Hazin hides a wealth of pain behind his playboy facade, and beautiful Flo is the first person to warm his frozen heart. So, when sheâs hired to deliver his brotherâs Christmas Eve baby, itâs Hazinâs chance to claim his own Christmas miracleâFlo as his bride!
Dear Reader,
Iâve been unfaithful!
Sheikh Prince Hazin al-Razim was born as the requisite âspareâ, and I have to confess I fell more than a little in love with him while writing his brother Ilyasâs story.
Ilyas, the Crown Prince, has the running of the country on his mindâwhereas the next in line, Hazin, runs wild and apologises to no one.
He has his reasons, though, and they made me tear up several times while writing his story.
It was clear to me that this bad boy hero needed a very special heroine to tame him. Possibly someone who runs a little wild herself.
Well, along comes Flo, a gorgeous midwife, who attracts all the wrong sorts and has sworn off men. Sheâs doing very well with that pledge until the night she meets Hazin!
I donât blame her a bit. :)
Happy reading!
Carol
CAROL MARINELLI recently filled in a form asking for her job title. Thrilled to be able to put down her answer, she put âwriterâ. Then it asked what Carol did for relaxation and she put down the truthââwritingâ. The third question asked for her hobbies. Well, not wanting to look obsessed, she crossed her fingers and answered âswimmingââbut, given that the chlorine in the pool does terrible things to her highlights, Iâm sure you can guess the real answer!
ANNIE OâNEIL spent most of her childhood with her leg draped over the family rocking chair and a book in her hand. Novels, baking, and writing too much teenage angst poetry ate up most of her youth. Now Annie splits her time between corralling her husband into helping her with their cows, baking, reading, barrel racing (not really!) and spending some very happy hours at her computer, writing.
Books by Carol Marinelli
Mills & Boon Medical Romance
Paddington Childrenâs Hospital
Their One Night Baby
Desert Prince Docs
Seduced by the Sheikh Surgeon
The Hollywood Hills Clinic
Seduced by the Heart Surgeon
Playboy on Her Christmas List
Their Secret Royal Baby
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
Billionaires & One-Night Heirs
The Innocentâs Secret Baby
Bound by the Sultanâs Baby Sicilianâs Baby of Shame
The Sheikhâs Baby Scandal
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.
Praise for Carol Marinelli
âIt had me in tears at the beginning, and then again at the end, and I could hardly put it down. A brilliant emotional read by Carol Marinelli!â
âGoodreads on The Baby of Their Dreams
CHAPTER ONE
I PROMISE IâLL be good.
Florence Andrews lay on her side beneath the sheets, with a heavy male arm pinning her, and promised that if the powers that be could possibly reverse the mistakes made last night then she would be good for the rest of her life.
âMorning,â he said sleepily, and she felt the morning swell of him on the back of her thigh. It was so insistent he might just as well have been prodding her to get up.
She said nothing, deciding it was far safer to feign sleep.
Flo was all too used to getting it wrong with men.
Petite, with blonde hair and china-blue eyes, Flo had found that she attracted a rather specific type of maleâones whose names began with a B and ended with a D.
Bad.
Bastard.
Either would fool her.
The last man she had dated had practically had to come with written references before sheâd even agreed to go out with him, yet he had turned out to be just like the rest.
A louse.
In fact, even thinking of him had Flo screwing her eyes more tightly closed in shame.
Sheâd sworn off men, so it had been an awfully long time since sheâd gone out with anyone.
Not that she and Hazin had ever been out. It hadnât even been a date.
She opened her eyes and the view of a cold, grey London in autumn was as stunning as it had been last night. Big Ben let her know it was just after eight and from the dizzy height of the presidential suite it looked like a black and white photo, except for the rain hitting the vast windows.
Flo knew she had outdone herself in the rake stakes this time.
Sheikh Prince Hazin al-Razim of Zayrinia came with warnings attached rather than references.
She knew his title, not because he had told her but because of her friend.