Santiago's Convenient Fiancée. Annie O'Neil

      

      Can a convenient arrangement last forever?

      Saoirse Murphy came to Miami to bury herself in work, determined to forget the canceled wedding she left behind her, and she wants to stay... But only a green card will do!

      Enter former combat doc Santiago Valentino. Having reluctantly returned to face his dark past, he’s only too happy to be distracted by his paramedic partner and her shocking proposal.

      But when their “convenient” engagement tips into a very inconvenient passion, Santiago wonders...will she be his forever wife?

      Dear Reader,

      I discovered a few wonderful things in the course of writing Santiago’s Convenient Fiancée. First—new friends don’t need to live around the corner to be close! Writing with these chicas bonitas was an absolute pleasure.

      Another discovery: changing my desktop picture from my dogs to Miami Beach. I live in England and wrote this in the dead of winter, so that visual splash of sunshine, white sand and Art Deco never failed to get my synaptic gaps flashing. And would you believe it? I have never hankered for Latin American food more than during the writing of this book. Rural England is not the best place to come across plantains and puerco pibil, believe you me.

      And finally—writing about a scrumptious Latino with a huge heart and a chip on his shoulder is deeee-lightful. Especially with Saoirse Murphy as his heroine. She’s the kind of gal I’d just love to be friends with. Loyal, feisty, passionate about her work, and fighting with every bone in her body not to fall in love with the most yummy, inky-haired, long-legged, perfect-looking man she has ever seen.

      Please, please don’t be shy. I love hearing from readers—good or bad. I promise I’m working on a thick skin! I can be reached at [email protected] or @AnnieONeilBooks on Twitter. Oh! And I’m on Facebook, too.

      See you soon—and enjoy!

      Annie O’ xo

      Santiago’s Convenient Fiancée

      Annie O’Neil

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      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

      Mills & Boon Medical Romance

      Christmas Eve Magic

      The Nightshift Before Christmas

      The Monticello Baby Miracles

      One Night, Twin Consequences

      The Firefighter to Heal Her Heart

      Doctor...to Duchess?

      One Night...with Her Boss

      London’s Most Eligible Doctor

      Visit the Author Profile page at

      millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.

      This book goes unabashedly to the women behind the creation of each of the Valentino brothers—The Ugly Sisters. Tina, Amalie and Amy—you kept the fiery, feisty, sizzlin’ hot hearts of each story shining bright and strong. Thank you, ladies—you’re in a class of your own (a really good one, in case you didn’t know that already). Thanks, too, to the great team at M&B/Harlequin. May there be a Mad Ron margarita in each of your futures. Xx

       Annie O’Neil won the 2016 RoNA Rose Award for her book Doctor...to Duchess?

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Dear Reader

       Title Page

       Booklist

       Dedication

       Praise

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       Extract

       Copyright

       CHAPTER ONE

      SANTI CLENCHED HIS fists so tightly it hurt. Good. There was still feeling in them. He shot his fingers out at full length, simultaneously giving them a hard shake. The movement jettisoned him back to memories he’d thought he’d left back in Afghanistan. Syria. Africa. Wherever. Didn’t matter. Dog tags were dog tags. CPR worked or it didn’t. The need to shake it off and stay neutral was the same no matter where he was.

      What mattered now was the chest in front of him needing another round of compressions. Fatigue couldn’t factor into it. Giving this guy another shot at living could.

      “Where the hell is the ambulance?” he bellowed to anyone who might be in