Falling For Dr Dimitriou. Anne Fraser

      

       About the Author

      ANNE FRASER always loved reading and never imagined that one day she would be writing for a living. She started life as a nurse and helpfully, for a writer of medical romances, is married to a hospital doctor! Anne and husband have lived and worked all over the world, including South Africa, Canada and Australia and many of their experiences as well as the settings find their way into her books. Anne lives in Glasgow with her husband and two children.

      Falling For Dr Dimitriou

      Anne Fraser

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      ISBN: 978-1-472-04560-7

      FALLING FOR DR DIMITRIOU

      © 2014 Anne Fraser

      Published in Great Britain 2020

      by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, locations and incidents are purely fictional and bear no relationship to any real life individuals, living or dead, or to any actual places, business establishments, locations, events or incidents. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.

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       Table of Contents

       Cover

About the Author

       Title Page

       Copyright

Note to Readers

       Dedication

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       EPILOGUE

       About the Publisher

      To Rachel and Stewart – my personal on-call doctors – and to Megan Haslam my supportive, patient and all round fabulous editor.

       PROLOGUE

      IT WAS THAT moment before dawn, before the sky had begun to lighten and the moon seemed at its brightest, when Alexander saw her for the first time. On his way to the bay where he kept his boat, his attention was caught by a woman emerging like Aphrodite from the sea.

      She paused, the waves lapping around her thighs, to squeeze the water from her tangled hair. As the sun rose, it bathed her in light adding to the mystical scene. He held his breath. He’d heard about her—in a village this size it would have been surprising if the arrival of a stranger wasn’t commented on—and they hadn’t exaggerated when they’d said she was beautiful.

      The bay where she’d been swimming was below him, just beyond the wall that bordered the village square. If she looked up she would see him. But she didn’t. She waded towards the shore, droplets clinging to her golden skin, her long hair still streaming with water. If the village hadn’t been full of gossip about the woman who’d come to stay in the villa overlooking the bay, he could almost let himself believe that she was a mythical creature rising from the sea.

      Almost. If he were a fanciful man. Which he wasn’t.