âLet me out. This is kidnapping!â
The words came out on an outraged squeak, which would have been embarrassing if she hadnât been in a state of shock. âWhere exactly are we going?â
He made one more turn, braked, and then backed into a parking space outside a six-storey Georgian terraced house. He switched off the engine and, slinging his arm over the steering wheel, angled his body towards her. âWeâre here. The appointmentâs not for anotherââ He glanced at his watch. âTen minutes,â he announced, as if that explained everything.
She peered past him and read the street sign on the corner. âWhat are we doing in Harley Street?â
The house heâd stopped in front of had an ornate brass plaque listing two doctorsâ names. That made sense. Harley Street was the domain of Londonâs most exclusive private medical practitioners. But nothing else did. Why had he brought her here?
He took his sunglasses off, flung them in the back seat. âAnswer me one question,â he said, his voice tight with annoyance. âWere you ever going to tell me about it?â
âTell you about what?â Why was he looking at her as if sheâd tried to steal the crown jewels and heâd caught her red-handed?
His gaze wandered down to her abdomen. She folded her arms, feeling oddly defensive. âAbout my baby, of course. What else?â
Heidi Rice was born and bred and still lives in London, England. She has two boys who love to bicker, a wonderful husband who, luckily for everyone, has loads of patience, and a supportive and ever-growing British/ French/Irish/American family. As much as Heidi adores âthe Big Smokeâ, she also loves America, and every two years or so she and her best friend leave hubby and kids behind and Thelma and Louise it across the States for a couple of weeks (although they always leave out the driving off a cliff bit). Sheâs been a film buff since her early teens, and a romance junkie for almost as long. She indulged her first love by being a film reviewer for ten years. Then two years ago she decided to spice up her life by writing romance. Discovering the fantastic sisterhood of romance writers (both published and unpublished) in Britain and America made it a wild and wonderful journey to her first Mills and Boon novel, and sheâs looking forward to many more to come.
Recent books by the same author:
BEDDED BY A BAD BOY
THE MILE-HIGH CLUB THE TYCOONâS VERY PERSONAL ASSISTANT
Dear Reader
There are a few magic moments in everyoneâs life that they know theyâll remember for ever. For me, two of my most magical moments happened in the ultrasound suite at UCH hospital in London, when my husband and I saw our two sons for the first time.
A few months ago my boys and I were looking at their yellowing ultrasound photos and I had one of those âWhat if?â moments a writer dreams of. What if you were having that magical ultrasound moment, meeting that precious little scrap of humanity growing inside you for the first time, and you hadnât even realised you were pregnant? And what if the father of your precious scrap was sitting beside you, looking handsome and devastatingly sexy, but you hardly knew himâand what you did know you didnât like?
So I had a great starting-off point for my story, but I knew my heroine would have to be someone really special to survive the emotional rollercoaster she was going to have to ride to her happy-ever-after. One woman instantly sprang to mind. When I wrote my second book, THE MILE-HIGH CLUB, the heroineâs best friend Louisa kept butting into the story. Flirty, funny, reckless, romantic, beautiful, and with a wicked sense of humour, Louisa was brave enough to cling on during all the swoops and bumpsâand big-hearted enough to forge them into something wonderful to boot.
All that was left to do was find a hero man enough to take that wild ride with Louisaâand Luke Devereaux stepped up to the plate. I hope you take as much pleasure in reading about how they battled their way to true love.
If you want to tell me about your magic moments, or even tell me what you think of Louisa and Lukeâs story, Iâd love to hear from you. Visit my website at www.heidi-rice.com or e-mail me on [email protected]
Cheers
Heidi x
To my dad, Peter Rice, who I wish I could talk to just one more time.
And to Julia, Kieran and Nemone, because talking to you guys is the next best thing.
CHAPTER ONE
âQUICK, Lou, major hottie alert. Twelve oâclock.â
Louisa DiMarcoâs fingers paused on the keyboard of her computer at the urgent whisper from her editorial assistant, Tracy. âIâm on deadline here, Trace,â she muttered. âAnd I happen to take my work seriously.â
Louisa was a professional. One of Blush magazineâs most popular and well-respected feature writers. Just because this article about the pros and cons of breast enlargement was giving her a headacheâwhat were the pros anyway?âshe would not be distracted from it because Tracy had spotted some good-looking guy in the office.