Her Firefighter Under the Mistletoe
Being reunited with her childhood sweetheart is quite a surprise for Paediatric Consultant Jessica Rae. Especially as the boy she once knew is now a sinfully sexy, lifesaving firefighter! Even now, single dad Callum Kennedy still makes her heart go boom – something this grieving doctor never again thought possible…For Callum and his gorgeous son, Drew, Jessica could be just what his heartbroken little family needs. And he’ll do anything to convince her that he’s just what she needs too… starting with a heart-stopping Christmas kiss!
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‘WEST WING TO MATERNITY WING is a tender, poignant and highly affecting romance that is sure to bring a tear to your eye. With her gift for creating wonderful characters, her ability to handle delicately and compassionately sensitive issues and her talent for writing believable, emotional and spellbinding romance, the talented Scarlet Wilson continues to prove to be a force to be reckoned with in the world of contemporary romantic fiction!’
—www.cataromance.com on WEST WING TO MATERNITY WING
Praise for
Susan Carlisle:
‘A heart-wrenching story of love and loyalty.’ —Goodreads on HEART SURGEON, HERO…HUSBAND?
SCARLET WILSON wrote her first story aged eight and has never stopped. Her family have fond memories of Shirley and the Magic Purse, with its army of mice, all with names beginning with the letter ‘M’. An avid reader, Scarlet started with every Enid Blyton book, moved on to the Chalet School series and many years later found Mills & Boon >®.
She trained and worked as a nurse and health visitor, and currently works in public health. For her, finding medical romances was a match made in heaven. She is delighted to find herself among the authors she has read for many years.
Scarlet lives on the West Coast of Scotland with her fiancé and their two sons.
SUSAN CARLISLE’S love affair with books began when she made a bad grade in math in the sixth grade. Not allowed to watch TV until she’d brought the grade up, she filled her time with books and became a voracious romance reader. She has ‘keepers’ on the shelf to prove it. Because she loved the genre so much she decided to try her hand at creating her own romantic worlds. She still loves a good happily-ever-after story.
When not writing Susan doubles as a high school substitute teacher, which she has been doing for sixteen years. Susan lives in Georgia with her husband of twenty-eight years and has four grown children. She loves castles, travelling, cross-stitching, hats, James Bond and hearing from her readers.
Dear Reader
This year has been a cause for celebration.
I celebrated a big birthday (shh!) in New York with my family, and two of my books were nominated for the Romantic Novelists’ Association’s RoNA Rose Award. I was delighted and honoured to have two Mills & Boon>® Medical Romances>™ on the shortlist, and to see the line that I love recognised.
This has also been the year I wrote my first non-medical hero. I’d like you all to meet Callum Kennedy, a firefighter in the rope rescue unit, who appeared fully formed in my mind—and funnily enough in uniform! I also got to set my story in my nearest city—Glasgow.
Glasgow is gorgeous at Christmas time, with beautiful lights along Buchanan Street and on into George Square, with its ice rink and Christmas tree. Perfect for a Christmas story!
In this story Callum meets Jess—his childhood sweetheart—and he’s shocked by the changes in her. Life has dealt Jess a cruel blow, and she’s having a hard time recovering—but maybe Callum and his gorgeous son Drew can bring her all the Christmas cheer that she needs!
Please feel free to contact me at my website www.scarlet-wilson.com. I love to hear from readers!
Merry Christmas!
Scarlet
This book is dedicated to my good friends Jane Bell,
Kirsten Gallacher and Lorna McCririe, who all enjoy getting into the spirit of Christmas!
Table of Contents
Bzzz…bzzz…
The noise jerked Jess out of the delicious tranquil state that had been enveloping her.
Her eyes blinked at the bright light outside, the fuzziness of her brain trying to adjust and make sense of it all.
Her pager usually woke her in the dark of the night—just like it had three times last night. Having it wake her in the middle of the day was an entirely new experience.
A baby with RSV had kept her awake most of the night in Paediatric ITU, and when the ward had finally quietened down around an hour ago, she’d brought her coffee in here to do some paperwork.
Fat chance. She touched the coffee cup on her desk. Stone cold. Had she even managed a sip before she’d wiped out?
How long had she been asleep? She wriggled in her chair, rolling her shoulders back and trying to ease the knots out of her back.
Bzzz…Bzzz…
She glanced at the number. A and E. Another admission. Probably another respiratory problem.
It was Glasgow, at the start of November, but it felt like the middle of winter. The temperature had dropped dramatically in the last few days and paediatric emergency admissions had soared. Trips and falls on the slippery pavements had resulted in a whole host of strains, fractures and head injuries. Asthma and respiratory complaints were through the roof. Infections and nondescript viruses were causing mayhem with new babies and toddlers.
