Christmas with the Maverick Millionaire. Scarlet Wilson
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‘HER CHRISTMAS EVE DIAMOND is a fun and interesting read. If you like a sweet romance with just a touch of the holiday season you’ll like this one.’
—harlequinjunkie.com
‘WEST WING TO MATERNITY WING! is a tender, poignant and highly affecting romance that is sure to bring a tear to your eye. With her gift for creating wonderful characters, her ability to handle delicately and compassionately sensitive issues and her talent for writing believable, emotional and spellbinding romance, the talented Scarlet Wilson continues to prove to be a force to be reckoned with in the world of contemporary romantic fiction!’
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They stayed like that for more than a minute.
Then his head lifted slightly and his eyelashes brushed against her forehead before he dropped a gentle kiss on her head. His other hand came up and rested at the back of her hair. ‘Thank you for coming with me today, Samantha.’
The words were stuck in her throat. Anything that came out right now would make her sound like a blundering idiot. This was crazy, but it felt special. She didn’t feel like a teenage fan girl any more. She certainly didn’t feel like his nurse. She felt something else entirely.
She stared down at their still intertwined hands. It was so much easier than looking up—if she did they’d be nose to nose, and she didn’t even want to guess as to what might happen next.
She sucked in a breath to steady her nerves and licked her oh-so-dry lips. ‘Any time, Mitchell.’
Christmas is one of my favourite times of year. My last two Christmas books have been based in my nearest city, Glasgow. This year I decided to go to another Christmas setting—Innsbruck in Austria.
My nurse, Samantha Lewis, is desperate—she needs to work as an agency nurse to pay her mother’s nursing home fees. She’s used to dealing with children, but her assignment this year is a little unusual: help Mitchell Brody come to terms with being newly diagnosed with diabetes.
Problem 1: Mitchell Brody is an adult.
Problem 2: Mitchell Brody is a rock star—think Michael Hutchence from INXS.
Problem 3: Mitchell Brody has no intention of being ‘managed’ by anyone.
Problem 4: Being in a house with a gorgeous rock star is more than a little distracting …
Here’s to the season of goodwill! I hope you enjoy Sam and Mitchell’s story. Please feel free to tell me what you think at www.scarlet-wilson.com. I love to hear from readers!
Scarlet Wilson
SCARLET WILSON wrote her first story aged eight and has never stopped. Her family have fond memories of Shirley and the Magic Purse, with its army of mice, all with names beginning with the letter ‘M’. An avid reader, Scarlet started with every Enid Blyton book, moved on to the Chalet School series and many years later found Mills & Boon®.
She trained and worked as a nurse and health visitor, and currently works in public health. For her, finding Mills & Boon® Medical Romance™ was a match made in heaven. She is delighted to find herself among the authors she has read for many years.
Scarlet lives on the West Coast of Scotland with her fiancé and their two sons.
Christmas with the Maverick Millionaire
Scarlet Wilson
This book is dedicated to my fellow ‘mums’, Fiona Bell, Hazel Inch, Wendy Imrie, Deanne McLachlan, Fiona Kennedy, Karen Wallace and, in pastures new, Jeanette Aitken.
Our children are fast on the way to adulthood and it’s getting pretty scary. It’s great to have friends to share this with. Christmas nights out are never dull!
Table of Contents
Praise for Scarlet Wilson
Dear Reader
Dedication
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
EPILOGUE
SAMANTHA LEWIS RAN UP the steps of the agency, pulling her bright pink scarf from her head and scattering a trail of raindrops behind her. The forecast had been clear, but she should have known better in damp London in the middle of December.
As she pushed open the door she was hit by a wave of heat and a rush of noise. No one in the agency seemed to sit down. It was constantly busy, dealing with desperate calls for specialised nursing care over the holiday season. She undid the buttons on her thick grey duffel and tried to find somewhere to perch until she could speak to someone.
It shouldn’t be long. She already knew where her assignment would be, and who she’d be looking after—she just needed confirmation. Looking after Daniel Banks—a seven-year-old with cystic fibrosis—was really the perfect job for her. Three weeks’ work for the equivalent of six months’ worth of her current NHS salary. A match made in heaven.
It was hard work, but Daniel was a gorgeous little boy who needed round-the-clock care. His family clearly adored him, and having an extra pair of hands—expert hands—to watch their little boy over the Christmas period benefited them all.
She caught the eye of Leah, the receptionist, and gave her a smile. But Leah, who was normally so friendly, looked away quickly and picked up the phone again. Strange.
She watched for a few minutes