Midwife Under The Mistletoe
A kiss under the mistletoe…A family for Christmas?GP Fraser McColl longs to be part of a loving family, but past experience has taught him he’s better off alone. Only when he's thrown together with gorgeous yet guarded midwife Iona Munro, to care for two children at Christmas, he’s tempted to believe in miracles… After one passionate night together, can he persuade Iona that they deserve a lifetime of happiness—together?
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A kiss under the mistletoe...
A family for Christmas?
GP Fraser McColl longs to be part of a loving family, but past experience has taught him he’s better off alone. Only, thrown together with gorgeous yet guarded midwife Iona Munro, to care for two children at Christmas, he’s tempted to believe in miracles... After one passionate night together, can he persuade Iona that they deserve a lifetime of happiness—together?
“Both the main characters were riveting...Ms. Baine has delivered a wonderful read where the chemistry between this couple was intense....”
—Harlequin Junkie on Their Mistletoe Baby
“Ms. Baine brings these two truly lovely people together and both learn that together they can conquer anything. A very moving story you will truly enjoy.”
—Goodreads on From Fling to Wedding Ring
KARIN BAINE lives in Northern Ireland with her husband, two sons and her out-of-control notebook collection. Her mother and her grandmother’s vast collection of books inspired her love of reading and her dream of becoming a Mills & Boon author. Now she can tell people she has a proper job! You can follow Karin on Twitter, @karinbaine1, or visit her website for the latest news—karinbaine.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07546-6
MIDWIFE UNDER THE MISTLETOE
© 2018 Karin Baine
Published in Great Britain 2018
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For Catherine, Chellie, Julia and Laurie,
who helped me get this book into shape, and a shout out to Aunt Sadie and Nigel.
A donation has been made to an ICP charity
on behalf of my sister Jemma’s ‘little itch’—Maisie.
Contents
‘ANYONE WOULD THINK I had baby brain,’ Iona muttered as she retrieved her perfectly good pen from the bin, where she’d tossed it along with the wet paper towel.
‘Are you sure you don’t?’ Della, her heavily pregnant last appointment of the day, enquired with a grin.
‘I’m one hundred percent positive on that score.’ You needed to have had some sort of relations in order for that to happen and Iona had been a born-again virgin since moving to the tranquillity of the Scottish Highlands. A serious relationship was the last thing she wanted to get entangled in when she was just beginning to get her life together at last.
Although baby brain wasn’t an actual recognised medical condition Iona did believe the to-do list for mothers and mothers-to-be could easily push other thoughts from mind. Her lapses in memory today were more likely to be new-house brain. She’d received the keys to her first non-share, non-rented flat this morning and couldn’t wait to finish work and go home for the first time.
‘That’s a shame. I was hoping for a buddy to go to mother and baby club with at the church hall.’
‘Sorry to disappoint. Maybe when you’re planning baby number three we can co-ordinate our schedules.’
