by Annie O'Neil
Dare she dream of a family...
...with a heartbroken single dad?
Kirri West is dedicated to helping women who can’t have children. A heartache she lives with every day. But as she joins Ty Sawyer’s groundbreaking clinic, the gorgeous surgeon and his little girl become the kind of distraction she’s long avoided! While they could be a perfect family, Ty and Kirri would have to lay their hearts on the line first...
Miracles in the Making
Miracles aren’t just for the patients...
A job exchange between two of the most innovative neonatal clinics in the world throws brother-and-sister dream team Dr. Kirri and Dr. Lucius West completely out of their comfort zones.
As Kirri heads to Atlanta and Lucius welcomes a new colleague in Sydney, they’re going to be miles apart but helping to bring joy and longed-for families to so many more with their new working partnerships.
Only, while they are used to making baby miracles with the help of cutting-edge science, the miracles they’re about to receive have little to do with science...and everything to do with love!
Discover Kirri’s story in
Risking Her Heart on the Single Dad
And find Lucius’s story in
The Neonatal Doc’s Baby Surprise
Both available now!
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much for choosing this book—a duet with the fabulous Susan Carlisle, no less! There are so many books out there to choose from, and I genuinely am a happy bunny to see you here.
Choices, eh? That’s what this book is about: trying to pick the very best path for ourselves as we navigate our way through life. Sometimes, fate gives us a helping hand and drops people and situations right in front of us, hoping we take the hint. This is exactly what happens to Ty and Kirri when a research exchange trip turns personal.
I know I say this a lot, but I truly enjoyed writing Kirri and Ty’s story. Who can resist a proper Southern gent and a feisty Australian heroine? Hopefully you can’t!
I genuinely love hearing from readers, so do get in touch. I can be reached on my Facebook page and on Twitter, so reach out and say hello!
xx Annie O’
Risking Her Heart on the Single Dad
Annie O’Neil
Annie O’Neil spent most of her childhood with her leg draped over the family rocking chair and a book in her hand. Novels, baking and writing too much teenage angst poetry ate up most of her youth. Now Annie splits her time between corralling her husband into helping her with their cows, baking, reading, barrel racing (not really!) and spending some very happy hours at her computer, writing.
Books by Annie O’Neil
Harlequin Medical Romance
Pups that Make Miracles
Making Christmas Special Again
Single Dad Docs
Tempted by Her Single Dad Boss
Hope Children’s Hospital
The Army Doc’s Christmas Angel
Hot Greek Doc
One Night with Dr. Nikolaides
Her Knight Under the Mistletoe
Reunited with Her Parisian Surgeon
The Doctor’s Marriage for a Month
A Return, a Reunion, a Wedding
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
This book goes out to all of those amazing doctors who pour their hearts and souls into making true medical miracles occur.
Praise for Annie O’Neil
“This story is driven by powerful emotions, grief, guilt and love.... An intensely emotional medical romance with a lovely hopeful ending.”
—Harlequin Junkie on A Return, a Reunion, a Wedding
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
EXCERPT FROM THE NEONATAL DOC'S BABY SURPRISE BY SUSAN CARLISLE
CHAPTER ONE
KIRRI LOOKED UP at the soaring skyscraper and beamed. Unbelievable. Her new workplace for the next six weeks was epically fabulous.
The Medical Innovations Center, from the outside at least, was everything she’d been hoping for. A towering testament to pioneering medicine. Maybe the doctors here would see what her brother couldn’t. Dreams could become reality if she worked hard enough.
So what if it was pouring down with rain and she looked like a drowned rat? She wasn’t here to look hot. She was here to set her brain alight. She was in Atlanta, Georgia, baby!
Ah...spring. Wet and warm. Such a contrast to back home in Sydney, where people were deciding whether or not to turn the central heating on. If everything went according to plan her research would blossom in tandem with the Georgia peaches.
Mmm... She inhaled a big lungful of Georgia air. Totally different from the salt-laced breezes back home. It was more...floral. Jasmine? Honeysuckle? Who knew? She had six weeks to find out. If she ever left the lab, that was. From the brainboxes alleged to be inside it, she was pretty sure she’d have to be dragged out when the research exchange was over.
She tipped her head back further, then opened her eyes wide against the rain. In this weather, and from this angle, it really did look as if her new office building’s rooftop was tickling the heavens. All glass and steel, the ultramodern building that housed the Piedmont Women and Baby Pavilion screamed trailblazing, forward-thinking, state-of-the-art medicine. It was her kind of place. The pinch herself variety.
Still a bit jet-lagged from the long-haul flight, and too excited to sleep, she’d come in early. Sunrise early. And perhaps three entire days early on top of that. She wasn’t technically meant to start until Monday—but who needed settling-in time when she was about to embark on a last-ditch attempt to prove to her brother she’d been right all along?
It would be hitting sunset o’clock back home, where her brother was no doubt pounding out furious email after furious email. Or silently fuming even as his genius continued to dazzle their illustrious patient list. So she hadn’t strictly cleared the trip with him. Or hung around to see what his reaction to her absence would be.
She’d covered all her bases. Put replacement neonatal surgeons in place—all of them desperate to work with Australia’s so-called Baby Whisperer. Being his kid sister was handy sometimes. But at other times—like most of the time—less so. Like right now, for instance.
If she’d thought her chances of getting him to change his mind about pulling the plug on her research had been slim a week ago they’d be non-existent now. Her lab—her broom closet, more like—would remain dark and untouched for the duration of her absence. The type of research she was doing was not the Harborside Fertility and Neonatal Center’s jam. But it should be, because bringing healthy babies into the world was.
She resisted the urge to check her phone, wrung out her hair and swept away another stream of raindrops to gaze at the place that had offered her and her research a lifeline.
She squinted against the increasingly heavy rain as a helicopter with a bright red cross on its underbelly swept in from the mid-level cloud-base and began to descend to the rooftop. Her heart began to pump with that telltale adrenaline that came with any medical emergency.
She’d never admit it to her brother, but the crystal-clear focus that came with performing
life-or-death surgery was something she’d find hard to put to the side for the next six weeks. Surgery in the day, research at night. That was her life and she’d always liked it that way.
Right up until Lucius had pulled the plug on her DIY lab.
The invitation to come here and devote herself to research had been all the nudge she’d needed. A chance to make her dreams come true? Hell, yeah!
The helicopter disappeared out of sight as it settled on the roof. Her eyes dipped a smidge to the floor, to her temporary home away from home. Clever, she thought. Putting the Piedmont Women and Baby Pavilion on the top floor of the pre-eminent medical facility. Easy access to the roof and the clinic’s most critical patients. Everyone must have wanted that prime real estate.
Heart, lungs, ears, nose, throat... This building had specialists for everything and everyone. But not a single one of them apart from the Piedmont Women and Baby Pavilion offered fetal and neonatal surgery. Inside its doors she’d be able to tap the brains of some of the world’s leading neonatologists. And she couldn’t wait.
Her brother would have said that the rainy day was a sign of misery yet to come, but she knew better. Beyond the clouds the Georgia sky would be every bit as blue as Sydney’s, and when night fell there would be an entirely new set of stars overhead. Hopefully they were aligned in her favor.
Just as she was about to head into the main reception area a man raced past and bashed into her shoulder.
“Easy there, mate. You won’t miss the parade!”
She whirled to face him and in so doing lost her balance. The basher reached out to steady her, one hand holding her upright until he was sure she was all right, the other holding an umbrella aloft.
Oh, my.
He was rather good-looking. Especially if “rather” meant drop-dead gorgeous of the possibly Latin, possibly Clark Kent variety of gorgeous. This was sexy-nerdy on a whole new level.
“I do beg your pardon, ma’am. Are you all right?” Superman asked.
She mumbled something. She wasn’t sure what. His fault, really. For being so...mmm...
“Ma’am? Is everything okay?”
Kirri opened her mouth but nothing came out. Why couldn’t she talk? She was a thirty-seven-year-old highly qualified surgeon, for heaven’s sake. She had the power of speech.
She tried again.
Nope. Nothing.
If she hadn’t looked into his chocolatey brown eyes and gone all gooey inside she would have been completely capable of giving him a piece of her mind for not watching where he was going. It wasn’t as if the plaza in front of the medical center was teeming with people.
She would have done that. Told him off. She definitely would. But he was just her type.
Thinking the words gave her a proper slap back into reality. She didn’t have a type. Not now, anyway. And she was far too busy to date, but...
She would bet actual cold hard cash that Superman, here, had been one of the nerdy kids back in the day. The type who got perfect grades, never got in trouble, was rotten at sports and the opposite sex paid no attention to. A bit like her. The type of nerd who never got asked to dance. She would’ve danced with him. And gloried in his transformation as he became an adult.
Athletically built with neat ebony-black hair, a speckling of salt and pepper at the temples. Bone structure a model would die for, a cheeky little divot in the center of his chin and those eyes. Espresso-brown with hints of gold.
He’d lived. She could see that by the small fan of crinkles arrowing out from his eyes as he narrowed them. Either that or he was using his special X-ray vision to ensure she was all right. Or checking out her bra. Perriwinkle blue lace, if he was interested. Front clasp, if he needed more details.
He blinked. Something quite different from lust was illuminating those flecks of gold.
Recognition.
She didn’t know how, or why, but it was as if he saw straight through to her heart. If she’d had properly functioning ovaries they’d be working double-time about now.
And then, in another blink of an eye, he was a stranger again.
He gave a swift apologetic wave, pointed upwards, as if the gesture would explain why he was so distracted, then turned to go.
Fair enough, mate. We’ve all got things to do. But...nice to meet you.
As if he’d heard her he doubled back, handed her his huge golf umbrella and then, in one of those caramel-rich accents she’d only ever heard on television, said, “My heartfelt apologies. May I offer this as consolation for my rudeness?”
And then he disappeared into the building.
Mercy.
Half of her was tempted to race into the building and get trapped in the lift with him for the rest of the day. But the other half—the half she was far more comfortable with—wanted...no, needed to get up to her new lab and get to work. Twenty-four-seven if they’d let her.
She looked at the handle of the umbrella that he’d just been holding, then at the front doors of the building. Tempting. Definitely tempting...
Her phone buzzed in her leather backpack and against her better judgement she tugged it out and looked at the message.
Oh, crud-buckets.
Australia’s very own Baby Whisperer was giving her a right telling off, if the full caps message was any indication of its contents.
CAN’T HEAR YOU!!!
She typed her message back, like the kid sister she was, and then, reminding herself that she was a highly respected neonatal surgeon, deleted it and chose the far more mature option of ignoring it altogether.
She gave her shoulders a wriggle to shift some of her confidence from her heart through to her spine. Her father had always told her that aiming high wasn’t high enough. Well, if pushing the elevator button to get up to one of the world’s most prestigious research and treatment centers was anything to go by, she’d finally done it.
The Piedmont Women and Baby Pavilion was the pinnacle of neonatal care in the Northern Hemisphere. On a par with her own employer, Sydney’s Harborside Fertility and Neonatal Center.
The biggest difference was that her big brother wouldn’t be her boss here. Not for the next six weeks. Thanks to the mysteriously enigmatic Dr. Ty Sawyer.
Somehow this premier neonatal surgeon had heard about her research and through one of his colleagues had offered her a lifeline—a research exchange. She’d have six weeks at his clinic and one of his colleagues would have six weeks at theirs at some point a bit further down the road.
The offer had been like receiving a direct hit of oxygen. Forty-two days to launch herself at a lifetime of sibling rivalry and finally prove she’d been right all along. That or go home with her tail between her legs and never hear the end of it from Lucius.
No pressure, then.
At least Lucius was some fifteen thousand miles away. She knew her big brother meant well in steering her away from research and back to full-time surgical practice, but there was something deep within her that needed to be right. She could be a forerunner in neonatal intensive care. Artificial womb technology was the key. Even if it did sound like science fiction.
So! New country. New clinic. And a once-in-a-lifetime chance to prove to her brother that she wasn’t peddling false dreams.
She knew in her gut that she had the scientific clarity to give struggling mothers-to-be genuine hope that one day they could carry a baby to term. Hope and science could be bedfellows. Sometimes it just took a few thousand miles’ distance from the naysayers to prove it.
She took a step toward the entryway, doing her best to ignore the nerves as they kicked in. There was no time like the present—and the present was now.
* * *
“Everything okay, Dr. Sawyer?”
Ty glanced up from the running water at the scrub station and frowned. “Sure. Fine.”
He bit off the usual
ending, Why do you ask?
Amanda, one of his top specialist delivery nurses, didn’t miss much, and today was no exception. He was still shaken. Even with a handful of minutes having passed between running into that extraordinary-looking woman outside the clinic and now.
Bright blue eyes that looked as though they were being backlit by Hollywood... Rich auburn rain-soaked hair reaching halfway down her back... Lips the color of a burnished rose... Hip leather jacket... A fluffy, tutu-like skirt in camouflage fabric... And, if he hadn’t been mistaken, because he’d been desperately trying to keep his eyes on...well, her eyes, a T-shirt with kangaroos dressed as cheerleaders on it.
The pompoms had been in an awkward position. Awkward for someone trying to maintain eye contact, anyway.
None of which was either here or there—because the one thing he’d definitively noticed was that he’d been attracted to her. And not just in an oh, she’s pretty sort of way. It had been the sort of attraction that had gripped his vitals and given them a proper shake. A meeting-a-soulmate sort of shake. In other words something he thought he’d never feel again. Not since...
Well, he hadn’t thought he’d ever experience that particular sensation again.
Despite his diligent scrubbing, and trying to assume what he hoped was his everyday demeanor, he could feel Amanda’s eyes staying on him for a moment longer. And then, when he didn’t respond, she went for a change of tack.
“Want me to run you through the details again?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
Details. Surgery. Exactly what he needed to take his mind off those bright blue eyes that had synced with his as if meeting the gaze of a long-lost lover. Madness, considering he’d only had one lover, but...
He scrubbed the thought away. His wife had been his one and only true love. Whatever it was that had happened this morning was clearly a freak occurrence.
He glanced out at the empty OR. The critical care transport team would be rolling in with the patient any second now. He’d seen the helicopter coming in to land and was surprised they weren’t in the operating room already. Perhaps something had happened on the helicopter that demanded they take things slowly.
