Dynamite Doc or Christmas Dad?. Marion Lennox

      Praise for

      Marion Lennox:

      ‘Best of 2010: A very rewarding read.

      The characters are believable, the setting is real,

      and the writing is terrific.’

      —www.dearauthor.com on

      DATING THE MILLIONAIRE DOCTOR

      ‘I can’t imagine a hot Christmas, but you make this

      one sound like such fun. It’s got a hero and heroine

      I’m happy to cheer on and in whom I believe.’

      —www.dearauthor.com on

      CHRISTMAS WITH HER BOSS

       Ben had Dusty on his shoulders. He was chest-deep in the surf, holding Dusty’s hands, and Dusty was falling forward in a practice dive. His first ever diving lesson.

      He was going right under—something he’d always been afraid of. Spluttering and laughing. Being swept up and put on Ben’s shoulders to try again.

      Like father and son.

      Not quite.

      Nephew and uncle.

      It was more than she’d expected. More than she’d hoped for.

      It was … just a little bit scary.

      That was why she was here—lying on the sand, watching. The temptation to join them was almost irresistible, but she’d been chuckling with the two of them, being splashed, splashing in turn, when suddenly she’d stopped enjoying herself. She’d felt fear.

      Had Ben guessed? She’d told them she was getting cold, but in truth it had been no such thing. Ben’s gaze had met hers, and there had been a flash of something between them.

      About the Author

      MARION LENNOX is a country girl, born on an Australian dairy farm. She moved on—mostly because the cows just weren’t interested in her stories! Married to a ‘very special doctor’, Marion writes Medical^™ Romances, as well as Mills & Boon^® Cherish. (She used a different name for each category for a while—if you’re looking for her past Mills & Boon Romances, search for author Trisha David as well.) She’s now had 90 romance novels accepted for publication.

      In her non-writing life Marion cares for kids, cats, dogs, chooks and goldfish. She travels, she fights her rampant garden (she’s losing) and her house dust (she’s lost). Having spun in circles for the first part of her life, she’s now stepped back from her ‘other’ career, which was teaching statistics at her local university. Finally she’s reprioritised her life, figured out what’s important, and discovered the joys of deep baths, romance and chocolate. Preferably all at the same time!

       Recent titles by the same author:

THE DOCTOR AND THE RUNAWAY HEIRESS^* DATING THE MILLIONAIRE DOCTOR^* CITY SURGEON, SMALL TOWN MIRACLE^* A BRIDE AND CHILD WORTH WAITING FOR^** ABBY AND THE BACHELOR COP***

^*Mills & Boon^® Medical^™ Romance **Crocodile Creek *** Mills & Boon^® Cherish

       These books are also available in eBook format from www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      Christmas Dad?

      Marion Lennox

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       Dedication:

      With thanks to the fabulous Meredith Webber,

      whose passion for slithering things reaffirmed my commitment

      to this story, and to Trish Morey, whose laughter is magic.

       Dear Reader

      Why do my Christmases always end in chaos? Every year I plan a beautiful Christmas, my detailed lists outlining tasteful table settings, inventive menus, glorious weather and great gifts. But every year … chaos. Glorious, wonderful chaos, with my family chuckling at my lists as they mix sausage rolls with salmon roulade, as they double the amount of brandy in the brandy sauce, as they rock with laughter when my mum gives me an ‘abdomeniser’—don’t ask, but apparently it’s because she knows I can use it …

      My Christmas always turns to muddle, and in exactly the same way my hero and heroine, Jess and Ben, are stunned as Christmas brings love and life-affirming magic. They’re a man and woman whose Christmas chaos gives them what they need most of all—each other.

      If you’re reading this before Christmas, then good luck with those lists. If you’re reading afterwards … Hooray—that was another muddle, and wasn’t it fabulous? Meanwhile, happy reading. Christmas and romance—my very favourite mix.

       Marion

      CHAPTER ONE

      ‘ALL I want for Christmas is a males-only island. One bearded Santa with all-male reindeer, dropping gifts of boys’ own adventure books without a girl in sight. Nothing else. While I waited for the Blythe baby I read of a monastery where they don’t even allow hens. Research it for me, Ellen. I’ll spend Christmas there.’

      Ben Oaklander’s secretary was sorting the last of her boss’s documents into his briefcase. She didn’t blink. After working for Ben for five years, very little made Ellen blink. ‘You don’t need a monastery,’ she retorted. ‘Cassowary Island has cassowaries. There won’t be a lot else.’

      ‘Except a conference load of obstetricians. I’ll bet at least one’s female.’

      ‘If you don’t like women, why be an obstetrician?’

      ‘I like my mothers. I like my colleagues.’ Ben eyed his secretary and finally decided compromise was a good idea. ‘Thus I like you. I also like babies, whatever the sex. But that’s the end of my attachment.’

      ‘Yet you choose to date,’ she said, unruffled. She searched the desk for his USB stick and placed it in his briefcase. Back-up. Not that it’d be needed. Ben Oaklander was nothing if not meticulous. His keynote speech would be backed up four different ways, and he wouldn’t refer to notes once.

      ‘That’s it. Dating. Nothing more.’ Ben raked his long fingers through his dark, wavy hair, leaving it rumpled. Rumpled was Ben’s constant state. Sleepless nights delivering babies, plus a hectic research and teaching load meant crazy schedules, a constant five-o’clock shadow, shirts crushed from catnaps during long deliveries …

      But