by Amy Andrews
Welcome to the world of Sydney Harbor Hospital (or SHH…for short—because secrets never stay hidden for long!)
One night in the on-call room can never be enough for this couple!
Regular lovemaking is Dr. Luca DiAngelo’s preferred antidote to stress. But even he is surprised by the passion a brush with danger inspires in prickly E.R. doctor Mia McKenzie.
Vulnerable Mia is furious she slept with the devilishly charming Sicilian and she’s determined to give her hot lover the cold shoulder. But the chemistry that blazes between them might just melt the hardest of hearts....
Welcome to the world of
Sydney Harbor Hospital
(or SHH... for short—because secrets never stay hidden for long!)
Looking out over cosmopolitan Sydney Harbor, Australia’s premier teaching hospital is a hive of round-the-clock activity—with a very active hospital grapevine.
With the most renowned (and gorgeous!) doctors in Sydney working side by side, professional and sensual tensions run sky-high—there are always plenty of romantic rumors to gossip about....
Who’s been kissing who in the on-call room? What’s going on between legendary heart surgeon Finn Kennedy and tough-talking A&E doctor Evie Lockheart? And what’s wrong with Finn?
Find out in this enthralling new eight-book continuity from Medical Romance™—indulge yourself with eight helpings of romance, emotion and gripping medical drama!
Sydney Harbor Hospital
From saving lives to sizzling seduction, these doctors are the very best!
Dear Reader,
I hope you’ve been enjoying the Sydney Harbor Hospital continuity so far.
When I was asked to take part in this fabulous series, I was thrilled to learn that I would be amongst seven other amazing Down Under authors all helping to create this very special world and decorate it with real-life heroes and heroines who are as dedicated to their work as they are to each other.
Being so far away from the rest of the world, I believe those of us in this little corner of the southern hemisphere bring a unique voice to the medical line and to romance fiction as a whole. I am honored to be counted among this number and am so excited about the unfolding stories throughout this series.
In book three, we see Luca and Mia, two E.R. docs whose potent sexual chemistry draws them together despite their better judgment. And makes walking away harder than they ever imagined. I hope you enjoy their story and continue on to read the next five books.
The Sydney Harbor Hospital may be fictitious, but with its views over the sparkling harbor and the famous sails of the Opera House, it’s the perfect backdrop for all our couples to fall in love.
I hope you’ll agree.
Love,
Amy
Amy Andrews
Sydney Harbor Hospital: Luca’s Bad Girl
Sydney Harbor Hospital
Sexy surgeons, dedicated doctors,
scandalous secrets, on-call dramas...
Welcome to the world of Sydney Harbor Hospital
(or SHH… for short—
because secrets never stay hidden for long!)
Last month new nurse Lily got caught up in the hotbed of hospital gossip in
Sydney Harbor Hospital: Lily’s Scandal by Marion Lennox
And gorgeous pediatrician Teo came to single mom Zoe’s rescue in
Sydney Harbor Hospital: Zoe’s Baby by Alison Roberts
This month Sicilian playboy Luca finally meets his match in
Sydney Harbor Hospital: Luca’s Bad Girl by Amy Andrews
Then in April Hayley opens Tom’s eyes to love in
Sydney Harbor Hospital: Tom’s Redemption by Fiona Lowe
Join heiress Lexi as she learns to put the past behind her in May…
Sydney Harbor Hospital: Lexi’s Secret by Melanie Milburne
In June adventurer Charlie helps shy Bella fulfil her dreams—and find love on the way!
Sydney Harbor Hospital: Bella’s Wishlist by Emily Forbes
Single mom Emily gives
no-strings-attached surgeon Marco a reason to stay in July
Sydney Harbor Hospital: Marco’s Temptation
by Fiona McArthur
And finally, join us in August as Ava and James realize
their marriage really is worth saving in
Sydney Harbor Hospital: Ava’s Reawakening
by Carol Marinelli
And not forgetting Sydney Harbor Hospital’s legendary heart surgeon Finn Kennedy. This brooding maverick keeps his women on hospital rotation… But can new doc Evie Lockheart unlock the secrets to his guarded heart? Find out in this enthralling
new eight-book continuity from Harlequin Medical Romance™.
A collection impossible to resist!
These books are also available in ebook format
from www.Harlequin.com.
To six Aussies and a Kiwi—thank you!
I had so much fun writing this continuity with you.
And to Meredith Webber, an amazing writer, fabulous mentor and generous friend.
Your down-to-earth advice always keeps me grounded and your encouragement has led me
into new worlds.
Special thanks and acknowledgment are given to Alison Ahearn for her contribution to the Sydney Harbor Hospital series.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
DR MIA MCKENZIE didn’t know it yet but her night was about to go from bad to worse.
And that was no mean feat.
A full moon didn’t usually bode well for emergency departments and this clear, cold Saturday night was no different. Moonbeams sprinkled like fairy dust on the world-renowned surface of Sydney Harbour, lending a deceptive calm to the view from the windows of Sydney Harbour Hospital.
But inside the walls of the emergency department it was crazy town!
At two in the morning there had been no let up from the insanity. SHH, or The Harbour to those who worked there, was living up to its reputation as the busiest emergency department in the city.
‘I could have been a dermatologist,’ Mia grumbled to Dr Evie Lockheart, her best friend and flatmate, as she strode out of the resus cubical, turning her back on the torrent of abuse from a drug addict she’d just brought back from the brink of death.
‘They don’t get abused by patients at half past stupid o’clock. You know why? Because they’re sleeping. No on-call, no such thing as a dermatological emergency in the middle of the night, no urgent consults required.’
Evie, clutching a portable ultrasound unit, grinned. ‘You’d be bored to tears.’
Mia’s long blonde ponytail swished against her shoulder blades as she made her way to the central nurses’ station with the patient’s chart in hand. ‘I could do bored.’
Evie snorted. ‘Yep, whatever you say.’
Mia ignored her friend’s sarcasm. ‘How much longer are you and George Clooney going to be with the MVA?’
Evie laughed. ‘The name is Luca. Dr Luca di Angelo.’
As far as Mia was concerned, the hospital’s new director of trauma looked more like the devil than an angel.
He certainly seemed to be having a devil of a time with every available female walking the halls of SHH in the very short time he’d been here.
Which was fine by her. It was his life. And in a way she admired him for it. She too liked to k
eep her liaisons short and sweet.
But maybe that’s what caused an itch up her spine whenever he was around—besides his disturbing good looks apparently honed beneath a Sicilian sun. She recognised a kindred spirit.
And didn’t like what she saw.
‘And he really is quite dishy.’
‘Yes,’ Mia mused. ‘That he is.’
Evie grinned. Now, why couldn’t she be interested in a tall, dark, handsome Italian who was living up to the reputation of sex god that had preceded his arrival at The Harbour a few weeks ago? Why was it the infuriating, dictatorial Dr Finn Kennedy that her brain insisted on conjuring up with monotonous regularity?
‘Anyway,’ she said shaking the thought away. ‘We’re stabilising the patient at the moment. He needs to go to Theatre for a laparotomy.’
Mia nodded. ‘Okay, but when he’s gone, go home. You were supposed to have finished three hours ago.’
‘Yeah, yeah.’ Evie grinned as she departed.
Mia had ten minutes’ respite to catch up on some charts before a stocky man with swarthy features and wild eyes burst through the ambulance bay doors. ‘My wife…she’s in labour. The baby’s coming now!’ And then turned around and raced out the door again.
Mia sprang to her feet as a shot of adrenaline surged into her system. She hurried after the man, followed by Caroline, the triage nurse. She didn’t notice the chill in the air, just the beaten-up old car parked at a crazy angle near the doors and a woman’s urgent cries.
‘Hurry,’ the man yelled, wringing his hands.
Mia was there in seconds. The woman was lying on the back seat yelling, ‘It’s coming, it’s coming.’
‘Hi, I’m Dr McKenzie,’ Mia said over the din. ‘What’s your name?’
‘Rh-Rhiannon,’ the woman panted.
Mia smiled at her encouragingly. ‘How far along are you?’
‘Thirty weeks, she’s thirty weeks, all right?’ the husband barked.
The man seemed hostile and had his wife’s needs not been so urgent she’d have told him to back off. The last thing she needed right now while having to deliver a ten-week premature baby was a man with some kind of chip on his shoulder.
‘Caroline, page the neonatology team, please,’ Mia said quietly as she reached for the endless supply of gloves she had stashed in her pockets. ‘And get Arthur to bring out a gurney.
‘Okay, let’s have a look here,’ Mia said calmly.
The woman groaned again and it took Mia two seconds to identify a crowning head, despite the poor light. ‘Right, well, you’re absolutely correct, Rhiannon, this baby is coming.’
‘I have to push,’ Rhiannon yelled.
‘That’s fine.’ Mia nodded, her heart bonging in her chest like the bells of a clock tower. ‘I’m here to catch.’
Thirty seconds later the scrawny bawling infant slipped into Mia’s waiting hands. ‘You have a boy.’ Mia grinned, laying the baby on the cloth seat and hoping that Caroline thought to bring back something warm to protect the newborn from the brisk air.
‘Let me see it,’ the father demanded.
But Caroline arrived, blocking his view as she handed Mia a pre-packaged emergency birth pack and some blankets fresh out of the blanket warmer. ‘Neonates are doing an emergency intubation in Labour ward,’ she said quietly. ‘They’ll get here as soon as they can.’
Mia nodded as she quickly laid the babe on a warm soft blanket, unwrapped the birth pack and efficiently clamped and cut the cord. She bundled the still crying baby up and handed him to Caroline.
‘Get him into Resus so we can give him a proper check over, although his lungs seem pretty fine to me.’
Caroline laughed as she turned to go.
‘Where are you taking it?’ the father demanded.
‘Inside,’ Caroline said calmly. ‘You can come too if you like.’
The father stalked after Caroline while Mia and Arthur helped Rhiannon onto the gurney. They covered her in warm blankets and pushed her inside to the resus cube next to her baby. The little boy was quiet now as he basked beneath the warm rays of a cot’s overhead heater.
The father was pacing the cubicle when they arrived and seemed agitated. ‘Red hair. It’s got red hair,’ the father growled at Rhiannon as he approached her with a sneer on his face.
‘Oh, for crying out loud, Stan. Your grandfather had red hair.’
‘Whose is it?’ he demanded, rattling the rail of the gurney. ‘Who’s the father?’
Mia felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck as the father’s puzzling behaviour gained some context. But context or not, he didn’t get to act like a bully in her ER.
Thoughts of her own father wormed their way into her head and she quashed them ruthlessly.
‘Sir!’ Mia stood between him and the exhausted Rhiannon. ‘You will not raise your voice in here. Whatever the issue is, this is not the time or place for it. Now, why don’t you go and shift your car from the ambulance bay? When you come back, you’d better have calmed down or I will call Security.’
Mia was used to dealing with emotionally charged situations. Also drunks, drug addicts and a whole bunch of other people who didn’t respect the sanctity of a hospital.
But she was a doctor. And Rhiannon and the baby were her patients. It was her duty to protect them.
The man scowled at her and left, muttering to himself.
‘I’m sorry,’ Rhiannon apologised. ‘He gets so paranoid sometimes but he’s harmless.’
Mia smiled. ‘It’s fine.’
A midwife from the maternity ward chose that moment to arrive. ‘The team’s going to be another twenty minutes or so,’ she apologised.
‘That’s all right,’ Mia dismissed. ‘I think this little tyke’s going to be fine.’
The ugly incident with Stan was forgotten as the midwife tended to Rhiannon, delivering the placenta while Mia gave the baby a check over. ‘They’ll probably want to keep him for the night in Special Care, given his early arrival, just to be on the safe side,’ Mia pronounced, ‘but everything checks out so far.’
She stood aside for the midwife to wrap the little boy up in that special way they did with babies so they looked just like glowworms, with only their little faces showing. Then Mia picked up the precious little package and asked, ‘Would you like to hold your son?’
Rhiannon nodded and Mia was walking the baby over to her when the curtain flicked back a little and Stan stood there, looking slightly mollified. The time away seemed to have helped. Mia changed tack. ‘Would you like to hold him?’ she asked.
In Mia’s experience, babies melted even the hardest of hearts. What man could resist such a gorgeous package? Hopefully this little impatient cherub would help Stan focus on what was important in life.
He looked uncertain for a moment then looked at Rhiannon. ‘Can I?’
She smiled at him and Mia could see the love shining in the other woman’s eyes. ‘Of course.’
Mia eased the little bundle into Stan’s arms. He seemed more dazed than elated but Mia knew that for some new fathers it was a big adjustment. He walked up and down the length of the cubicle with the baby, rocking him as he went, his gaze fixed on his face.
‘What are you going to call him?’ Caroline asked.
‘I like Michael,’ Rhiannon murmured.
The tight swaddling had loosened a little from the rocking and the baby stirred, displacing the wrap covering his head. Stan stopped as he stared down at a shock of red hair. He whipped around to face his wife. ‘Is that his name?’ he demanded. The baby started to cry. ‘Michael? The man you’ve been sleeping with?’
Rhiannon groaned. ‘Stop it, Stan. I’m sick of these accusations. You know there’s only ever been you.’
‘I want a paternity test,’ he yelled.
Mia looked at Caroline then at a near-to-tears Rhiannon. ‘Stan—’
Stan swung wildly around to face her and the baby cried louder. ‘I want you…’ he jabbed the air with an index finger ‘…to
do a paternity test.’
‘Stan this is ridiculous,’ Rhiannon wailed, a tear trekking down her face.
Stan swung back. ‘Are you refusing?’
‘Okay, Stan, enough,’ Mia said firmly. Stan turned abruptly and faced her. ‘That is no way to be talking and certainly no way to be flinging a baby around. Listen to him, you’re making him cry.’
She walked briskly towards Stan, her arms extended. ‘Give him to me.’
Stan leapt back, his eyes wild again as he pulled a pocket knife out of his back pocket, flicking the blade open with one hand while he clutched his son in the other.
‘Stay back,’ he screamed. Caroline gasped, Rhiannon wailed and Mia stopped in her tracks. ‘Don’t come near me.’
Stan swung wildly from side to side, brandishing the knife as he backed slowly away from Mia.
Oh, good Lord! Mia felt a spurt of annoyance. She did not have time for this.
‘Okay, Stan.’ Mia summoned her most placatory voice as she put her hands out to calm the situation. She didn’t think that Stan would harm anyone but that wasn’t the way to play it when he was holding a brand-new thirty weeker in one arm and a knife in the other.
‘Okay, I can do that for you,’ she soothed, deftly placing her own body between Stan and Caroline.
Caroline, bless her cotton socks, picked up on her cue and quietly crept out of the cubicle. Mia knew one push of the panic button located under the desk in the nurses’ station and every security guard rostered for the shift would be here in under two minutes.
‘But you’re going to need to give me the baby first.’ She took another step towards Stan, tuning out the lusty newborn’s cries and Rhiannon’s pleading.
Stan slashed the blade through the air. ‘No! Get back,’ he yelled.
Luca di Angelo, who was passing the resus bay, frowned at the raised voice, louder even than the squalling baby. He strode in through the partially open curtain, surveying the scene rapidly.
A man with a knife. A bawling baby being held to ransom. A crying woman. A terrified nurse. And gutsy Dr Mia McKenzie—aloof, frosty little Mia—standing in the thick of it.
‘What the devil is going on here?’ he demanded.
