Dr Cinderella's Midnight Fling. Kate Hardy

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      ‘When you pick up a romance novel

      by Kate Hardy, you know that you’re going to be

      reading a spellbinding novel which you

      will want to devour in a single sitting and

      A CHRISTMAS KNIGHT is certainly no exception.’

      —cataromance.com on A CHRISTMAS KNIGHT

      About the Author

      KATE HARDY lives in Norwich, in the east of England, with her husband, two young children, one bouncy spaniel, and too many books to count! When she’s not busy writing romance or researching local history, she helps out at her children’s schools. She also loves cooking—spot the recipes sneaked into her books! (They’re also on her website, along with extracts and stories behind the books.) Writing for Mills & Boon has been a dream come true for Kate—something she wanted to do ever since she was twelve. She’s been writing Medical™ Romances for nearly five years now, and also writes for Riva™. She says it’s the best of both worlds, because she gets to learn lots of new things when she’s researching the background to a book: add a touch of passion, drama and danger, a new gorgeous hero every time, and it’s the perfect job!

      Kate’s always delighted to hear from readers, so do drop in to her website at www.katehardy.com

       Also by Kate Hardy:

      Mills & Boon^® Medical^™ Romance: ITALIAN DOCTOR, NO STRINGS ATTACHED ST PIRAN’S: THE FIREMAN AND NURSE LOVEDAY—St Piran’s Hospital A CHRISTMAS KNIGHT NEUROSURGEON…AND MUM!

Mills & Boon^® Riva^™: RED WINE AND HER SEXY EX^* CHAMPAGNE WITH A CELEBRITY^* GOOD GIRL OR GOLD-DIGGER?

^*Château Lefèvre linked duo

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

      Dr Cinderella’s

      Midnight Fling

      Kate Hardy

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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       For Fiona—my very best friend and the sister I wish I had—with much love

      CHAPTER ONE

      ‘CINDERELLA, you are so going to the ball,’ Sorcha said as Jane opened her front door.

      Jane stared at her best friend. ‘But I’ve only just got in from late shift.’

      ‘Perfect timing, then.’ Sorcha glanced at her watch. ‘The taxi’s going to be here in thirty minutes, so you don’t have time to argue.’

      ‘I don’t have anything to wear.’

      ‘Yes, you do. Right here. It’s an unbirthday present from me because I saw it when I was in town and thought the colour was just perfect for you.’ Sorcha waved a carrier bag at her. ‘Go and have a shower and wash your hair. I’ll dry it for you and do your make-up.’

      ‘But—’ Jane began, and then subsided. She knew from past experience that, once Sorcha was in full bossy mode, there was no stopping her.

      ‘It’s not as if you’ve got anything better to do tonight,’ Sorcha added. ‘And ironing and cleaning your bathroom don’t count. You didn’t go to a single one of the Christmas nights out, you’re always switching your duty so you can avoid team nights out, and it’s well past time you stopped letting Shaun ruin your life.’

      Jane didn’t have an answer for any of that. She knew it was all true.

      Sorcha hugged her swiftly. ‘I know he hurt you badly, Janey, but you can’t hide behind work for the rest of your life. Look, I’m not telling you to go and have a wild fling with the first man you meet. Just come out with me tonight and enjoy yourself. Have some fun.’

      Jane wrinkled her nose. ‘There’s a teensy problem. I don’t actually have a ticket for the ball.’ She’d given a donation toward the funds instead.

      ‘Actually, you do have one. From Maddie and Theo, with their love—and she says if you say you can’t accept it, then she’ll accept a promise of babysitting one evening in return, but you’re coming to the ball and that’s final. And Theo echoed the lot.’

      Jane knew when she was beaten. ‘I can hardly argue with my boss,’ she said wryly.

      ‘Attagirl.’ Sorcha smiled at her. ‘You’ve got twenty-seven minutes. Go, go, go!’

      By the time the taxi arrived, Jane hardly recognised herself. She normally kept her hair tied back in a pony-tail at work, but Sorcha had blow-dried it into a sleek bob. Her make-up was light but still managed to emphasise her hazel eyes and make them sparkle. And the dress was the prettiest she’d ever seen, with a swishy skirt that made her feel light on her feet; it fitted as if it had been made to measure.

      ‘Perfect,’ Sorcha said with an approving nod. ‘Let’s go.’

      ‘What do you mean, you can’t make it?’ Ed asked.

      ‘I’m stuck in Suffolk,’ George explained.

      Ed’s heart skipped a beat as a nasty thought hit him. ‘Is Dad all right?’

      ‘As far as I know. I’m not at the hall.’

      ‘Uh-huh.’ So there could only be one other reason why his older brother was standing him up, Ed thought. He’d had a better offer than a hospital charity ball. ‘A girl,’ he said with a sigh.

      ‘No, actually. My car had a slight argument with a tree.’

      ‘What? Are you all right?’

      ‘I’m fine. Nobody’s hurt, except the car. Stop fussing,’ George said. ‘Metal’s easily fixed.’

      ‘I’m a doctor. If you tell me you’ve crashed your car, of course I’m going to fuss,’ Ed retorted.

      ‘Honestly, I’m fine. Not a scratch on me—unlike my poor car. I’ll be back in London later in the week. I’m just sorry I’ve let you down.’

      ‘Just as long as you’re really OK. What happened?’

      ‘I took the corner a bit too fast,’ George said cheerfully. ‘But I’ve learned my lesson, so don’t nag. I spent hours polishing that chrome to perfection. I’ll be more careful in future.’

      Ed could see exactly why his stepmother had begged him to talk some sense into his older brother. Not that he thought George would actually listen to him, but maybe