Her Knight Under The Mistletoe

Her Knight Under The Mistletoe
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All the single mum wants for Christmas…London A&E doctor, Matthew Chase, is shocked that his new role has become a job-share – with Dr Amanda Wakehurst – the last woman he expected to see again.Matthew is also unaware he’s the father of her little boy, until Tristan is critically injured. Yet Matthew is there to support Amanda in her hour of need, and proves how much he wants to be Tristan’s Dad. Dare she hope he still wants her too? Being together as a family this Christmas would be her ultimate gift…

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All the single mom wants for Christmas...

London ER doctor Matthew Chase is shocked that his new role has become a job share with Dr. Amanda Wakehurst—the last woman he expected to see again.

Matthew is also unaware he’s the father of her little boy, until Tristan is critically injured. Yet Matthew is there to support Amanda in her hour of need, and he proves how much he wants to be Tristan’s dad. Dare she hope he still wants her, too? Being together as a family this Christmas would be her ultimate gift...

Dear Reader,

There isn’t a pixel of Christmas magic I don’t fall for. I love it all. The lights, the crisp air (if you’re in the Northern Hemisphere!), the anticipation, the giddy pleasure of buying gifts. The only thing that’s better is falling in love at Christmas!

I loved writing about Amanda and Matthew—I wanted him to be a Matt, but he kept coming out as a Matthew, so who was I to argue? Amanda, who is so fiery and determined to put things right despite her wild-child past, and Matthew, whose heart is enormous but he’s the last one to realise it.

Thank goodness they have the extra pixie dust of mince pies, gingerbread and tinsel to help remind them that love is the magic ingredient in seeing what really matters in life. The people in our lives.

Happy reading, everyone! And make sure you get in touch if you have any questions. You can reach me on Twitter @annieoneilbooks or on Facebook—Annie O’Neil Books.

All the best!

Annie O’xo

Her Knight Under the Mistletoe

Annie O’Neil


www.millsandboon.co.uk

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Praise for Annie O’Neil

‘This is a beautifully written story that will pull you in from page one and keep you up late, turning the pages.’

—Goodreads on Doctor...to Duchess?

Annie O’Neil won the 2016 RoNA Rose Award for her book Doctor...to Duchess?

CHAPTER ONE

MATTHEW KNEW HE was making a poor job of hiding his frustration. Maybe he should have succumbed to the frivolities of the season and worn one of those ridiculous holiday jumpers to counterbalance his grim expression and biting tone.

When no answer to his earlier question was forthcoming he repeated, “You said the job was mine.”

From the look on Dr. Menzies’s face he might as well have said Santa wasn’t real.

Ho-ho-ho. Merry Un-Christmas.

His mentor shifted uncomfortably in his chair, ultimately breaking eye contact to throw a look over Matthew’s shoulder toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The usual buzz and whirr of the inner city A&E unit was still humming along, as if the rug hadn’t just been yanked out from under his feet. Both his and Dr. Menzies’s feet, from the looks of things. The hospital’s Director of Medicine and Surgery seemed to be taking as little pleasure in the change of events as he was. Or perhaps Dr. Menzies was monitoring the progress of the Christmas decorations going up to mark the advent of the holiday season.

Tinsel, wreaths, super-sized glittering baubles and a surplus of mistletoe... The hospital’s volunteer “Yule Squad” was in turbo drive. Perhaps their powers extended to the weather. The day was cold enough for snow. But the only cloud in the sky had followed Matthew indoors and was hanging directly over his head.

Matthew remained motionless. One of his trademarks when his stress levels hit the roof. It was the only way to ensure that whoever was on the receiving end of his million-miles-away stare was none the wiser.

“As you know, Dr. Chase, these things are often more...” Dr. Menzies searched for the right word “...fluid than initially presented.”

“Fluid.”

Statement, not a question. How could the A&E job he’d been promised suddenly not be his?

“We know you have been incredibly generous—”

Matthew cut him off with a growl and a hand-swipe. He hadn’t donated money for the new wing to buy himself the position.

“I’ve earned this job. The Support our Soldiers unit has nothing to do with me.”

“On the contrary, Matthew, it has everything to do with you. You founded the ruddy charity. Think of the lives that have already been saved by your clinic in Sussex. And if you don’t mind me saying—”

“I do.” Matthew stopped him.

He knew the statistics better than anyone. Veteran suicide had outstripped soldiers dying in combat years ago. Over in the US more than a dozen soldiers were taking their lives a day. A day! He wasn’t about to let the UK match those statistics. Not on his watch.



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