Annie O'Neil

Claiming His Pregnant Princess


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      “Hello, Beatrice.”

      Face-to-face with the man she’d loved and lost two years ago, Dr. (and Princess) Bea di Jesolo knows she has no right to forgiveness, but she hopes they can call a truce for the sake of their patients.

      Pediatrician Jamie Coutts had always seen the woman beneath the royal fanfare that surrounded Bea: at heart, she was more surgical gown than ball gown. But loving her had cost him once. Could he risk his heart again—especially when he discovers her secret?

      Dear Reader,

      I don’t know why—sometimes the world just works in mysterious ways—but these two characters came to me so easily. I just loved them—and their obvious love for one another.

      There are times in life, aren’t there, when we get ourselves in a pickle? Sometimes we aren’t even sure how it’s worked out that way. This is one of those times for Beatrice…and it’s one heck of a pickle. Huge!

      I really hope you enjoy both Bea’s and Jamie’s journeys, at the conclusion of my duet, and seeing how two friends from two totally different backgrounds find love.

      Enjoy some Italian food while you’re reading this, and don’t be shy about getting in touch. You can reach me at annieoneilbooks.com, on Twitter, @annieoneilbooks, or find me on Facebook…

      Annie O’ xx

      Claiming His Pregnant Princess

      Annie O’Neil

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       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Books by Annie O’Neil

      Mills & Boon Medical Romance

      Paddington Children’s Hospital

      Healing the Sheikh’s Heart

      Hot Latin Docs

      Santiago’s Convenient Fiancée

      Christmas Eve Magic

      The Nightshift Before Christmas

      The Monticello Baby Miracles

      One Night, Twin Consequences

      One Night…with Her Boss

      London’s Most Eligible Doctor

      Her Hot Highland Doc

      Visit the Author Profile page

      at millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.

      This book is dedicated to my great friend Jess. She had the most epic hen do in the history of hen parties and somehow we ended up in a three-mile parade in the centre of a town just outside of Venice. As you do when you’re dressed as a nun and the lawfully intended is dressed as a minx. I mean bride.

      Big love, Annie O’ xx

      Praise for Annie O’Neil

      ‘This is a beautifully written story that will pull you in from page one and keep you up late, turning the pages.’

      —Goodreads on

       Doctor...to Duchess?

      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

       EPILOGUE

       Extract

       Copyright

       CHAPTER ONE

      “DR. JESOLO! THERE’S a full waiting room!”

      “Si, pronto, Teo!” Bea poked her head out of the curtained exam space and then repeated herself in English, just in case her Australian coworker hadn’t understood. “On my way.”

      He nodded, screwed his nose up for a minute and gave her a funny look.

      She hoped her pasted-on happy face simply looked like a case of first-day jitters.

      Her new colleague didn’t need to know she was fighting another wave of impossible-to-quench tears.

      She swiped at her eyes again and forced herself to tune in to the various conversations happening in the exam areas surrounding hers.

      English, Italian, French and German. Broken arms. Asthma attacks. Altitude sickness. They were all mingled together up here in Torpisi, and she was loving every moment of it. Or would be if she could get her eyes to dry and see another patient.

      That was why this multilingual, brain-stretching trauma center suited her needs to a tee.

      Hormones or history. It was always a toss-up as to which would unleash the next flood.

      You can do this. You’re a princess! Trained in the art of...of artifice.

      At least work would give her