Making her Christmas dream come true...
Paramedic Holly Jacobs knows that her night of scorching passion with Dr. Daniel Chandler meant more than just lust. And she’ll fix the hospital staff’s Secret Santa to prove it!
Playboy doc Daniel has sworn off love—but he can’t resist Holly! And by the time they get snowed in at a B and B on Christmas Eve, Daniel finds himself wondering if the connection he’s feeling for Holly is for life, not just for Christmas!
She wanted a kiss, Daniel knew, but he was also certain that she wanted a whole lot more than that. Not just sex, but the part of himself he refused to give.
“What?” he said again, and then his face broke into a smile as, very unexpectedly, Holly—sweet Holly—showed another side of herself.
“Are you going to make me invite you in?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not even going to try to persuade me with a kiss?” Holly checked.
“You want me or you don’t.” Daniel shrugged. “There’s no question that I want you. But, Holly, do you get that—”
She knew what was coming and she didn’t need the warning. He had made his position perfectly clear, so she interrupted him. “I don’t need the speech.”
She just needed this.
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoy reading about Daniel and Holly as much I did writing about them.
For me, Christmas is such a special time, and I enjoy every moment of the buildup and all the tradition that surrounds it. I know, though, that Christmas can be a difficult time for a lot of people. My hero, Daniel, just wants Christmas to be over and done with, and he has no interest in all the festivities. Certainly the last thing he wants is romance. I love writing opposites attract stories, and my heroine, Holly, not only adores Christmas, she is head over heels in love with Daniel, too!
This is my first story set in The Primary Hospital in London—a busy, modern teaching hospital—and I am looking forward to writing many more.
Happy reading,
x
PLAYBOY ON HER CHRISTMAS LIST
Carol Marinelli
www.millsandboon.com.au
Books by Carol Marinelli
Harlequin Medical Romance
Desert Prince Docs
Seduced by the Sheikh Surgeon
The Hollywood Hills Clinic
Seduced by the Heart Surgeon
Baby Twins to Bind Them
Just One Night?
The Baby of Their Dreams
The Socialite’s Secret
Harlequin Presents
The Billionaire’s Legacy
Di Sione’s Innocent Conquest
The Sheikh’s Baby Scandal
Visit the Author Profile page at www.millsandboon.com.au for more titles.
Praise for Carol Marinelli
“It had me in tears at the beginning, and then again at the end, and I could hardly put it down. A brilliant emotional read by Carol Marinelli!”
—Goodreads on The Baby of Their Dreams
“A compelling, sensual, sexy, emotionally packed, drama-filled read that will leave you begging for more!”
—Contemporary Romance Reviews on NYC Angels: Redeeming the Playboy
“Marinelli’s heartrending tear-jerker is a tale of two cultures. Her narrative is a sensual feast and the first love scene is awesome. The trust-building and eventual love between her two polar opposites is the pièce de résistance.”
—RT Book Reviews on Princess’s Secret Baby
Contents
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
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
EXCERPT FROM THE ARMY DOC'S BABY BOMBSHELL BY SUE MACKAY
CHAPTER ONE
‘HOLLY, PUT THE decorations back. I’ve already told you that there are quite enough already. This is the emergency department, not the children’s ward.’
Holly, dressed in baggy scrubs and weighted down with tinsel and glittery silver snowmen, jumped when she heard Kay’s strong Irish accent and realised that the nurse unit manager was sitting at the nurses’ station.
Caught!
Holly had also thought that locum registrar Daniel Chandler was on his supper break but, no, he was drinking a coffee at the desk. Holly’s blush spread like spilled red wine across her chest as she stood, dripping glitter, and was scolded in front of the very suave Daniel.
‘I thought that you’d gone home,’ Holly admitted to Kay.
‘I know that you did,’ Kay tartly responded, but then she let out a long sigh. ‘I’m staying back to try and sort out the Christmas roster.’
‘But it’s already done.’ Holly frowned. The last thing she wanted were any alterations to the roster—her plans to be with her family over the festive break had been made weeks ago. But Kay had other ideas and proceeded to tell Holly the reasons that things might have to change.
‘Yes, but since then I’ve had two members of staff go on extended sick leave. Thank goodness for Nora, she’s offered to work Christmas night but things are very tight. Now, put the tinsel back where it belongs, please and, when you’ve done that, tie up your hair.’
‘It’s already tied up.’
‘No, Holly, it’s not.’
Holly’s long, curly brown hair always started the shift in a neat ponytail and then proceeded to work its way out of its confines, curl by wild curl.
* * *
As Holly slunk back to the storeroom Daniel found himself smiling.
He’d only been doing locum shifts at The Primary for a couple of months but it was enough to know that Holly Jacobs took her Christmas decorations very seriously. She had been waiting all afternoon for Kay, who was supposed to have finished at four, to go home so that Holly could, as she put it, ‘Christmas the place up’.
The Primary Hospital was a modern, busy, North London teaching hospital. It was very different in character from the prestigious Royal, where Daniel had started as a medical student and worked his way up to Accident and Emergency Registrar.
Working at The Primary was a step down, his father, an esteemed professor of surgery, would say. Certainly, renowned Professor Marcus Chandler could never fathom why his son was doing locum shifts at various hospitals around London when he could have any hours he chose at the Royal.
For Daniel, though, working at The Primary felt, if not a step up, then a step in the right direction. When he had commenced his first shift here Kay had rolled her eyes at the prospect of giving a tour to yet another temporary doctor but had soon realised Daniel was very good at his job.
More importantly, Daniel was really enjoying his work. Here there was no reputation to uphold; instead, he was slowly making his own.
And it had been noticed.
‘You know there’s a consultant’s position coming up,’ Kay said. She stared at the computer as she spoke.
‘I do,’ Daniel responded, and confirmed that he had been approached. ‘I’ve already told Mr Edwards that I’m not interested.’
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‘Are we not good enough for you, Daniel?’
‘There was a consultant’s position at the Royal when I left,’ Daniel pointed out. ‘I wasn’t interested then either.’
‘You’re a mystery,’ Kay said, and gave a soft laugh then brushed from the desk some glitter dust that Holly had left in her wake. ‘Holly would have glitter everywhere,’ she tutted. ‘It’s an emergency department, not Santa’s Grotto. People don’t need festivities waved in their face when they come here. This time of year is often hard enough for our patients. I’m already over Christmas and it’s only the second of December.’
‘You’re preaching to the converted,’ Daniel agreed.
‘Are you not a fan of Christmas?’ Kay asked.
‘Nope.’
‘Nor me,’ Kay agreed. ‘It brings out the worst in everyone. You should see this place on Christmas night.’ She got back to the staring at the computer screen, though she carried on chatting with Daniel. ‘Are you going to the emergency department Christmas party tonight?’
‘Nope.’
Kay laughed at his truculent response but then she frowned. ‘How come you’re still here? I thought you were just doing a few locums until your friend got married. The wedding was last week, wasn’t it?’
‘It was.’ Daniel nodded and carried on writing.
He had finished up his role at the Royal at the end of September and had just been killing time until his best friend Rupert’s wedding had taken place. Soon he would be taking a year off. First he would hit the ski slopes in Switzerland and then...well, he’d see what happened when it happened.
‘Why didn’t you just start your travels and fly back for the wedding?’ Kay asked.
‘Oh, no...’ Daniel shook his head. ‘Once I’m gone, I’m gone for good.’
‘That sounds profound!’ Holly was back, minus tinsel and snowmen. Her hair had been scraped back into an even tighter ponytail but was now dotted with glitter. She had a worried expression aimed at Kay because she really needed Christmas off this year.
Holly knew that, if the roster had to be changed, she didn’t really have a leg to stand on—around this time last year her mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Then, despite Holly being rostered to work Christmas and New Year, Kay had been wonderful, giving Holly ten days off so that she could have some family time.
The trouble was, a cancer diagnosis didn’t follow a specified timeline with a neat conclusion to signal the end.
The last year had been a fraught one, with Holly taking her little red car up and down the motorway every chance she could and wrestling the off duty around her mother’s treatment. Esther had recently had to have a second round of chemotherapy, and while the news was a whole lot better Esther really wanted her family home for Christmas.
And lately, what Esther wanted, Esther got!
Holly blew out a tense breath. She loved her family dearly but things had been a bit difficult lately, to say the least.
While she hoped that Kay would understand when she came to make the necessary changes Holly needed to be sure. ‘Kay, could I have a word?’
‘If it’s about the Christmas roster, the answer is no. Your request has been noted. And, yes,’ she added. ‘I do know it’s also your birthday.’
‘Were you a Christmas baby, Holly?’ Daniel asked.
‘Why do you think I’m called Holly?’
‘Because you’re so prickly.’
It was a small joke—Holly was the least prickly person. She was happy and sunny and that they could tease each other about such things without having to explain they were joking, well, it was sort of where they were at.
‘So,’ Daniel asked, ‘do you miss out on your birthday?’
‘No.’ Holly shook her head. ‘My parents always make sure that both are celebrated.’
‘Of course they do, Polly.’
She got the Pollyanna insinuation and gave him a sweet smile. ‘Better than cynical. So,’ she asked, returning to the conversation she had walked in on the tail end of, ‘why didn’t you just fly home for the wedding?’
‘There was the stag night to organise,’ Daniel explained. ‘Actually, there were two of them.’
‘You could have just flown back for a couple of weeks.’ Holly repeated Kay’s assumption but Daniel shook his head.
‘Rupert had a highly strung bride-to-be who was worried that I’d be a no-show if I left the country. She was actually right to be concerned—as I said, when I’m gone, I’m gone.’
Holly didn’t like that.
Daniel had worked quite a few shifts now and she was getting used to having him around.
Or rather she was starting to get used to the feeling that an egg beater had been set at full whisk in the middle of her chest.
Daniel was, for want of a better word, gorgeous.
Yes, yes, he was tall and had thick black hair and a scent that had her toes curl, he had all of that but it was his eyes that had first sent Holly’s world spinning.
Absolute navy.
It was as if the artist had meant to get back and add silvery flecks and little dots of aqua but had forgotten to. Yet he was no unfinished masterpiece. Those eyes were just this delicious navy rimmed with a halo of black and, at first look, Holly had been unable to stop staring. She had wanted to apologise, to explain she was looking for said silver specks and dots of aqua, but instead she had stared.
And so had he.
At green eyes that had appeared startled.
‘Is everything okay?’ he had checked.
‘I have an abdo pain...’ Holly had attempted to explain that she had a patient she would like him to see in Cubicle Four but she had been so flustered that it had come out all wrong. ‘And vomiting.’
‘Then go and lie down and let me take a look at you.’
His voice was snobby, his humour hers, and she had been tempted, almost, to call his bluff and do just that. Instead she had smiled. ‘I’ll see you in Cubicle Four.’
Holly’s abdo pain had turned out to be a twenty-year-old with query appendicitis. Daniel had walked in to where Holly had been holding a bowl for the patient and he had given her a tiny smile to insinuate he had rather hoped she had been lying in wait for him.
‘Pity,’ he’d said.
Yet a little flirt, though huge to Holly, was just a walk in the park for him. He was suave and from what she gathered he dated a lot, and, in truth, neither was the other’s type.
Except...
‘What was the wedding like?’ Holly asked. She was curious to know more about the reason for delaying his trip.
‘Like all weddings are,’ Daniel said, as Holly jumped up and sat on the bench beside where he was trying to write his notes. ‘Long.’
‘What did the bride wear?’ she asked.
‘From memory, a dress,’ Daniel said. ‘Possibly it was white.’
‘I love winter weddings,’ Holly sighed. ‘Especially if it’s snowing.’
‘The church was freezing,’ Daniel told her, and from his voice it was clear that he had a rather less dreamy take on things. ‘And then it poured with rain for the photos.’
‘Who was your plus one?’ Kay asked, without turning her head from the computer screen.
‘I never take a plus one to a wedding.’ Daniel shook his head. ‘Well, I haven’t for a long time. I learnt the hard way that if you bring a date she assumes that it must mean you’re serious. Anyway, I was the best man for this one so all that was expected from me in that department was to get off with the chief bridesmaid.’
‘And did you?’ Kay asked.
‘That would be telling,’ Daniel said. ‘And I never do.’
He looked at Holly then—just an itsy-bitsy look that told her she’d be in very discreet hands.
God, he was forward!
Yet she smiled at the tiny flirt behind Kay’s back.
‘Anyway,’ Daniel continued, ‘I wanted to do the right thing by Rupert. He was very good to me when...’ He didn’t finish, or rather he just didn’t continue with what he had started to say. ‘He’s a very good friend.’
‘So how come you weren’t out on the first flight after the wedding?’ Kay pushed.
‘Just...’ He gave a small shrug and it was there that the conversation ended.
Daniel simply didn’t answer—he did that a lot.
He might be forward with his flirting but when a conversation veered too close to personal he simply halted it.
Daniel got back to his notes and, interlude over, Kay carried on staring at the off duty, but finally she gave in.
‘I’m going home,’ Kay said, and closed up the screen. ‘Daniel, shall we see you again?’
‘I don’t think so,’ he answered.
Locums came and locums went but Kay gave him a smile that told Daniel he would be missed. ‘Well, safe travels,’ she said, and then turned to Holly. ‘I’ll see you tonight at the pub. The night staff should be coming in a little bit early so that the late staff can get to the party at a reasonable time. How are you getting there?’
‘Taxi,’ Holly said. ‘Anna, Laura and I are sharing. Do you want to come with us, Daniel? There’s room for one more.’
‘I’m not going.’
He offered no reason and thankfully he didn’t look up as he spoke because, despite her best efforts, Holly knew her shoulders had briefly slumped, but quickly she righted herself.
Actually, it was good news that he wasn’t coming tonight.
The way Holly felt she was at high risk of doing something very stupid where Daniel Chandler was concerned.
Stupid as well as pointless, given that this was his last shift and that very soon he’d be heading off overseas.
Daniel, she had heard, was very into casual one-night stands. Whereas she was the complete opposite.
With one possible exception.
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