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‘A heartwarming tale of two opposites falling for each other. Annie O’Neil has done a fabulous job with her first offering. Highly recommended for readers of medical romance.’ —GoodReads on The Surgeon’s Christmas Wish ‘A poignant and enjoyable romance that held me spellbound from start to finish. Annie O’Neil writes with plenty of humour, sensitivity and heart, and she has penned a compelling tale that will touch your heart and make you smile as well as shed a tear or two.’ —CataRomance on The Surgeon’s Christmas Wish
“Can’t remember or can’t think straight?” a male voice asked from behind her.
Ali froze. She knew that voice. It had whispered deliciously naughty intentions into her ear not so very long ago. Her eyes moved along the ground from where she knelt with Chris, her breath caught tight in her chest. Blood began to thunder between her ears as a pair of leather shoes came into view and walked to the opposite side of Chris. It was all she could do not to cry out as the owner of the shoes came into view as he kneeled across from her. Oh, she knew him, all right. She knew him intimately. And she didn’t know him at all. As their eyes met Ali physically felt the breath being sucked out of her body. The Suit. Images flickered past her mind’s eye of their bodies tangled together in a series of sexual acrobatics she’d never believed possible. A wash of pleasure rippled through her and it was all she could do to keep her jaw clamped firmly shut. She’d never asked him his real name. Nor had he of her. That had been their deal. One night only. This book was a real crackerjack for me, and an absolute hoot to write. A book full of muscly rugby players and a dreamboat of a team doc? Woo-hoo! I am a big rugby fan—not that I know any of the teams or players or rules … I just love the dedication and commitment the players show to the game—and they’re respectful to boot. Just like the perfect hero. Ali is a great heroine—I really, really like her a lot. Mostly because she was inspired by a wonderful choreographer I know here in the South East of England. She is a fireball, and has met her match in Aidan. I hope you enjoy reading this book—and I promise there are no horrid scenes that make you feel you need to drop and give anyone twenty of anything! It’s just pure indulgence. Enjoy!
Annie O’
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. Find out more about Annie at her website: One Night … with Her Boss Annie O’Neil This book is for my former editor, Charlotte Mursell, who first brought me on board with Mills & Boon and helped fine-tune me into the work in progress I am today … (which is better than when she got me). This was the final book we worked on together and she was pure inspiration. I was a lucky gal to have begun my writing career with her. Thank you, Charlotte!!! Annie X Table of Contents ALI SCRUNCHED HER eyes as tightly as she could manage, then popped them open. Nope. No good. Even the snow-capped stadium filled to the brim with cheering rugby fans couldn’t help her push That Night back to the inaccessible recesses of her memory. Who would’ve thought a liaison two weeks ago at an airport hotel would still be sending heated shivers of response careering round her body? Fourteen days on and the sensations were just as potent. She’d wanted change—and now she was virtually swimming in it. Ali rubbed at her arms as if that would help scrub the heated thoughts away. Pah! “Doc!” One of the players started doing star jumps on the sidelines. “You cold? Just do some of these—they’ll warm you up sharpish.” Ali
