Tempted By Hollywood's Top Doc

Dear Reader,

I have to admit I’m fascinated by celebrities and all things Hollywood, so when I was invited to take part in the Hollywood Hills Clinic continuity I was thrilled! Having a screenwriter heroine was a dream, and I was able to indulge my interest in films and Los Angeles and the quirkiness of a place where things are rarely what they seem.

Of course having a grumpy doctor hero who just doesn’t understand the whole ‘celebrity thing’ was a perfect foil for a heroine who lives and breathes it. But sparks fly as neurosurgeon Jake has to learn how to navigate in a very foreign world. Both totally work-focused and ambitious, neither Lola nor Jake is looking for a relationship, so they fight the sparks all along the way!

I do hope you enjoy Jake and Lola’s story—and all the other books in the Hollywood Hills Clinic continuity.

I love to hear from readers, so do look me up on louisageorge.com. While you’re there sign up for my newsletter to get all my book news and release dates.

Happy reading!

Louisa x

Having tried a variety of careers in retail, marketing and nursing, LOUISA GEORGE is thrilled that her dream job of writing for Mills & Boon means she gets to go to work in her pyjamas. Louisa lives in Auckland, New Zealand, with her husband, two sons and two male cats. When not writing or reading Louisa loves to spend time with her family, enjoys traveling, and adores eating great food.

Tempted by Hollywood’s Top Doc

Louisa George

www.millsandboon.co.uk

To my Zumba buddies Jackie, Sue, Roisel, Yenny and Avril.

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I’m very lucky to have you guys in my life.

Thank you xx

Praise for Louisa George

‘The Last Doctor She Should Ever Date is a sweet, fun, yet deeply moving romance. This book just begs to be read, and I would definitely recommend this book and any other ones written by Louisa George to all contemporary romance fans.’

—Harlequin Junkie

Contents

Cover

Dear Reader

About the Author

Title Page

Dedication

Praise for Louisa George

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

‘LOLA! WHERE ARE YOU? Lola!’ The sing-song screech came from inside the trailer.

Outside the trailer, Lola Bennett came to a halt and took a long calming breath. When that ran out she took another one. And...

So, it seemed calm would be eluding her today.

Behind her she heard muttered grumbles between the director, the assistant producer and the leading man. Irrational though it was, she felt guilty that the woman who employed her was ramping up the film budget and delaying filming because of mild stomach cramps, no doubt brought on by an overdose of her large kale and wheatgrass breakfast smoothie.

Lucky, Lola told herself. Dream job. Steps to the stars. Foot in the door...

Phooey. Being personal assistant to A-lister Cameron Fontaine was probably some poor misguided soul’s dream job, but for Lola the constant demands were fast turning into a nightmare. Sometimes she thought the waitressing job had been preferable...but then all she had to do was look around her and breathe in the hallowed Hollywood air, see the actors going over their scripts—scripts like the one she was working on—and feel the shiver of excitement course through her. And she knew she was exactly where she wanted to be: Los Angeles. She was here, finally here. The only place on earth where she could achieve her crazy, wild dreams. The City of Angels.

All would be well, if only Cameron Fontaine could be remotely angelic. Once? Too much to ask?

‘Lola!’ Clearly there was nothing wrong with Miss Fontaine’s vocal cords.

‘Yes, Miss Fontaine?’ Lola swung open the trailer door, letting the heavily perfumed air—a perfect blend of cedarwood, frankincense, sandalwood and lemon balm aromatherapy for clarity and focus today—disperse enough for her to enter without risk of asphyxiation. Then she took a risk and stepped in, with her usual fixed smile. It would all work out well. Smile and work. Smile and work. ‘Hello! I hope you’re feeling better? Here’s the paracetamol you asked me to get. And your single-shot decaf latte with cashew milk.’

‘You are such a honey.’ The leading lady lay on the white leather couch, a hand at her brow, and gave a brave me smile. Lola had seen her working on that particular grimace in her large gilt bathroom mirror more than once. ‘Tell me, sweetie, what’s the gossip from the set? Are they panicking yet? I’ll bet that old maid of a director is sweating. Tell them I’ll be out soon. I just need to get my strength back.’

‘Maybe you should eat something solid, rather than just juicing?’

‘You’re joking, right? I have to get into this teeny costume every day for the next few weeks.’ Cameron mopped at her forehead with the back of her hand. ‘And get hold of that doctor...what’s his name? Kim? Get him on the phone. Tell him I need to see him again.’