Tempted By Dr Off-Limits
One night is never enough…For trauma doc Major Elle Caplin, spending one night in Lieutenant Colonel Fitzwilliam’s arms, is out of character—but oh, so good! It’s meant to be a one-off—and then Fitz shows up at her army base!Fitz doesn’t do long-term—he knows he’s bad news to anyone he cares about – and learning that he’ll be working with capable, flame-haired Elle puts her in the strictly off-limits category. But with the memory of their hot, life-changing encounter keeping him awake, suddenly Fitz is tempted to break his one-night rule…!
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One night is never enough...
For trauma doc Major Elle Caplin, spending one night in Lieutenant Colonel Fitzwilliamâs arms is out of character but oh so good! Itâs meant to be a one-off, until Fitz shows up on her army base!
Fitz doesnât do long-termâhe knows heâs bad news to anyone he cares aboutâand learning that heâll be working with capable flame-haired Elle puts her in the strictly off-limits category. But with the memory of their hot, life-changing encounter keeping him awake, suddenly Fitz is tempted to break his one-night rule!
Iâve always been inspired by true heroes and heroinesâboth military and non-military.
For years, working in the office on Saturday mornings for my father, to earn my pocket money, I enjoyed chatting to a lady who would pop in to pay her bill. Then one day she happened to mention that the first time she spoke to her future husband was when, as a World War II RAF pilot, temporarily left unable to see after a dogfight, she had calmly guided him and his plane down to the ground. They didnât meet, and indeed carried on their duties. However, years later they were unwittingly introduced and he immediately recognised her voice. The rest, as that well-known saying goes, was history.
Clearly I love a good real-life love storyâespecially one with a military theme. I should perhaps confess that I met my own husband when he was a twenty-six-year-old lieutenant. As I was a twenty-four-year-old officer cadet at the time, he was also my troop commander! We resisted the attraction for three years before eventually going on our first dateâand only because Iâd received my call-up papers. Never let it be said that my now-husband rushes into things!
I really loved the idea of writing about best friends Flissâmy heroine from Encounter with a Commanding Officerâand Elle, who have forged their army careers together, and their stories were incredibly fun to write! I could have written an entire corps worth of them!
I do so hope that you, equally, enjoy reading them.
Charlotte x
Born and raised on the Wirral Peninsula, in England, Charlotte Hawkes is mum to two intrepid boys who love her to play building block games with them and who object loudly to the amount of time she spends on the computer. When she isnât writingâor building with blocksâshe is company director for a small Anglo/French construction company. Charlotte loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her at her website: charlotte-hawkes.com .
Books by Charlotte Hawkes
Mills & Boon Medical Romance
Hot Army Docs
Encounter with a Commanding Officer
The Army Docâs Secret Wife
The Surgeonâs Baby Surprise
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk.
Montgomery and Bartholomew,
my beautiful boys.
Make every step one you believe in and shine.
xxx
âThe romance that shone throughout the story was well-written, well-thought-out and one of greatness. The characters were some of the most thought-out that Iâve come across lately. This is definitely one to pick up for an amazing story.â
âHarlequin Junkie on
The Surgeonâs Baby Surprise
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âHEY, GORGEOUS, THOSE lips of yours look so lonely, do they wanna meet mine?â
It took Elle a moment to realise the cheesy pick-up line had been aimedâor, more accurately, slurredâat her. She cringed and hoped that if she ignored him he might get the message, even as a part of her wondered why she didnât make one of the witty, no-nonsense comebacks for which she was renowned among her army colleagues.
Two weeks ago she would have.
In fact, two weeks ago she wouldnât have been sitting on this barstool, having nursed the same warm drink for the last couple of hours. Sheâd have been tearing up that dance-floor, alone or not.
Then again, two weeks ago she hadnât walked in on her fiancé, Stevie, in bed with not oneâas sheâd told her best friend, Fliss, in some last desperate grasp at dignityâbut two bimbos. Two. As if cheating on her wasnât enough, he had to utterly humiliate her. They were football groupies, whoâd then sold their sordid selfies to the tabloids. And in that moment it had been as though Stevie had stripped away all of Elleâs self-assurance, the very foundation of her confidence, which had been so carefully cultivated over the last decade or so, leaving her feeling more like the nerdy, geeky outsider of her youth.
The fifteen-year-old girl who had let her new stepmother bully her when her bereaved father hadnât been around, and her schoolmate peers had pushed her around when her adored teachers hadnât been looking, until the cool, sixteen-year-old rising football star Stevie had taken a shine to her and everyone had reluctantly backed off. They hadnât disappeared altogether but had hovered, waiting for their chance to pounce as soon as Stevie dumped her.
