Island Doctor To Royal Bride?
Working side by side…With a secret prince!In desperate need of staff for her small clinic on a beautiful Malaysian island, Dr Arissa Cotter accepts the help of tourist Dr Philippe Aronaz, little knowing her knight-in-shining-armour is also a prince! But when he sweeps her away to his Mediterranean kingdom she discovers Philippe faces battles of his own. Arissa has always hidden herself away—does she dare step into the spotlight and stand by her Prince’s side?
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Working side by side...
With a secret prince!
In desperate need of staff for her small clinic on a beautiful Malaysian island, Dr. Arissa Cotter accepts the help of tourist Dr. Philippe Aronaz, little knowing her knight in shining armor is also a prince! But when he sweeps her away to his Mediterranean kingdom, she discovers Philippe faces battles of his own. Arissa has always hidden herself away—dare she step into the spotlight and stand by her prince’s side?
SCARLET WILSON wrote her first story aged eight and has never stopped. She’s worked in the health service for twenty years, having trained as a nurse and a health visitor. Scarlet now works in public health and lives on the West Coast of Scotland with her fiancé and their two sons. Writing medical romances and contemporary romances is a dream come true for her.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08973-9
ISLAND DOCTOR TO ROYAL BRIDE?
© 2019 Scarlet Wilson
Published in Great Britain 2019
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For my family’s own little Princess, Taylor Hyndman.
Love you loads gorgeous girl!
Contents
PHILIPPE SETTLED INTO his seat and pulled his baseball cap over his eyes. It was a four-hour flight to Temur Sapora, the Malaysian island in the South China Sea, and he intended to sleep the whole way.
Two minutes later an ample gentleman tried to slide into the seat next to him. Philippe looked up briefly, shifting a little to allow the man more room to sit down. It was an instant mistake. The red-faced man instantly started talking. ‘Pardon me. I’m a little bigger than the standard-sized airline seat.’ He laughed, then stuck out his hand towards Philippe.
‘Harry Reacher, I’m from Minneapolis in the US. Are you going to Temur Sapora too?’
Philippe let his practised face slide into place. He didn’t say the word obviously that was floating around in his head. This aircraft had only one destination.
‘Philippe,’ he said simply, leaving the last name blank. It didn’t matter that this guy was American. His surname was pretty well known worldwide. The whole point of this trip was to remain anonymous—hence why he was heading to an island in the South China Sea that few people had heard of.
‘I’m a doctor,’ added Harry quickly, pulling a cotton handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the sweat from his brow. ‘I’m going to work at one of the local medical centres for a couple of weeks. They’ve apparently made huge advances on wound healing.’
‘They have?’ Now Philippe’s curiosity was definitely piqued. He sat up a little in his chair. ‘What are they doing?’
There was a spark in Harry’s eyes. ‘You in the business?’
Philippe nodded. ‘I’m a doctor too.’
