Praise for
Louisa George:
âAuthor Louisa George fulfilled the promise she made with her emotionally satisfying debut offering, ONE MONTH TO BECOME A MUM, and took us to unexpected depths of human relationship with WAKING UP WITH HIS RUNAWAY BRIDE.
This story is a captivating blend of drama, passion, emotional tension and romance.â
âContemporary Romance Reviews
âA most excellent debut from Louisa George.â
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ONE MONTH TO BECOME A MUM
A lifelong reader of most genres, LOUISA GEORGE discovered romance novels later than most, but immediately fell in love with the intensity of emotion, the high drama and the family focus of Mills & Boon>® Medical Romance>TM.
With a Bachelors Degree in Communication and a nursing qualification under her belt, writing medical romance seemed a natural progression, and the perfect combination of her two interests. And making things up is a great way to spend the day!
An English ex-pat, Louisa now lives north of Auckland, New Zealand, with her husband, two teenage sons and two male cats. Writing romance is her opportunity to covertly inject a hefty dose of pink into her heavily testosterone-dominated household. When sheâs not writing or researching Louisa loves to spend time with her family and friends, enjoys travelling, and adores great food. Sheâs also hopelessly addicted to Zumba>®.
Recent titles by Louisa George:
THE LAST DOCTOR SHE SHOULD EVER DATE
THE WAR HEROâS LOCKED-AWAY HEART
WAKING UP WITH HIS RUNAWAY BRIDE
ONE MONTH TO BECOME A MUM
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âWE HAVE A DONOR.â Max Maitland put his hand on his brotherâs shoulder. A first step to making things right between them all. God knew, they needed it. That, plus a hefty dose of courage and his surgical skills.
Little Jamieâs life depended on this being a success. Failure wasnât an option. Not now. Not when so much was at stake.
âYes, we do have a donor.â Mitchellâs eyes lit up with hope as they walked towards the nursesâ station. âMe.â
âWhat? No. There was an accidentâthe kidneyâs being flown in. We have to run some tests, but first thoughts are that everythingâs compatible.â Max couldnât risk his brother on the operating table too. âIâll be the principal transplant surgeon, obviously. Weâre just waiting for the rest of the team.â
âNo. I want to do this. I want to donate my kidney to my son. I have to do this, goddamit.â Mitchâs Adamâs apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. He gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles blanching.
Max knew how hard coming to terms with being a father had been for his brother. Harder still to learn the child heâd only just met would die without urgent help.
Dragging him away from the screaming telephones, the bleeping monitor and babiesâ wails, Max looked Mitch squarely in the eye. The steel gaze he knew was mirrored in his own eyes bored into him. Eyes so eerily identical to his. Maitland eyes. The same ones Jamie had. His nephew. His brotherâs son.
Maxâs chest tightened. How long had he wished for this kind of connection with his own flesh and blood? How many nights had passed in a fit of fantasyâabout a family with people who cared, who believed in him?
Now Max could do something to make a difference, bridge that gap between himself and his estranged twinâmake a real family. âAre you sure? You know the risks? Itâs major surgery.â
âI know that Iâm a positive match. I know that adult-to-child transplants work best. That living donors work better. I know Iâd do anything. Anything. For my child.â
Max nodded. In the Maitland gene pool determination beat anything else hands down. Stubbornness came a close second, which meant he hadnât a hope of changing his brotherâs mind. But he had to try. âLetâs see what the tests show on this donor kidney. Then weâll take it from there.â
âNo. Give it to someone else.â
âThis is a good chance for Jamie. Donors are few and far between. At least wait and see ⦠â
Mitch shook his head, sucked in air. âWould you do that for your child? Would you wait to see if things panned out okay? To see if the higher chances of tissue rejection from an unrelated donor made him sick again? Watch him suffer when you could easily make things better for him? Or would you give him the best chance? Would you do it?â For your nephew? For me?
Mitch didnât have to say the words. Years of frustration and jealousy, anger and grief hovered round them tainted with the thick disinfectant smell that coated everything in the hospital ward. Would you put yourself on the line for your family? Even if that family was something you hadnât spent a whole lot of time with.
Without hesitation Max answered. âOf course I would. Iâll make it work.â