Sue MacKay

Reunited...in Paris!


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       Praise for Sue MacKay

      ‘A deeply emotional, heart-rending story that will make you smile and make you cry. I truly recommend it—and don’t miss the second book: the story about Max.’

      —HarlequinJunkie on

       The Gift of a Child

      ‘What a great book. I loved it. I did not want it to end. This is one book not to miss.’

      —GoodReads on

       The Gift of a Child

       Ben’s head was inches from hers.

      His startling eyes watched her with an intensity that reached deep inside her, and the mouth that could do the most amazing things on her skin looked soft after sleep. His arm was still on her waist, only now she was being pulled closer to his body.

      ‘I’ve missed you, Tori. I’ve missed us.

      ‘We were great together.’ What was she talking about? Their lovemaking? Or everything? Their life, their love—everything.

      ‘Did we give up too easily?’ he whispered, just before his lips brushed her forehead, then trailed down her cheek to her mouth.

      ‘Ben …’ she cried softly against his mouth, and her lips opened, pressed against his. Ben. Benji. Her heart.

      Their mouths became one, moulded together.

       I remember this.

      Ben pulled her closer still, so there was only the bedcover between them. All the while they kissed. Her eyes were wide open, watching him, drinking in every line, each eyebrow hair, the eyes that were watching her back. Benji.

       This was us.

      Kissing Benji had always been her favourite way to start the day. His passion and love had set her up and made her feel good.

      As she was beginning to feel now.

      With a background of working in medical laboratories, and a love of the romance genre, it is no surprise that SUE MACKAY writes Mills & Boon® Medical Romance™ stories. An avid reader all her life, she wrote her first story at age eight—about a prince, of course. She lives with her own hero in the beautiful Marlborough Sounds, at the top of New Zealand’s South Island, where she indulges her passions for the outdoors, the sea and cycling.

      Reunited… in Paris!

      Sue MacKay

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

       Dear Reader,

      Since I was tiny I’ve dreamed of going to France, after seeing photos of my dad in Paris. I learned French at school, and never stopped dreaming of making it there. But life kept me busy with other things and it wasn’t until 2013 that I got there. What a wonderful trip! I couldn’t get enough of Paris or Nice—the locations I’ve used in this story. And what really topped off my dream trip was finding my books on the shelves in bookshops in Gare du Nord in Paris and the main railway station in Tours.

      Ben and Tori once shared a love that never really finished. Life interrupted and gave them too many problems to cope with, breaking their marriage. Now, in France for a cardiology conference, they’re both getting their second chance. But with Tori working in Auckland and Ben in London it’s not going to be easy for them, so they have to make the most of the few days they have together.

      I hope you enjoy their journey as they thrash out the problems that divided them seven years earlier. I’d love to hear what you think. Email me at [email protected], or drop by at suemackay.co.nz

      Cheers!

       Sue

      This book is dedicated to three very special people—

      my man, Lindsay, and our closest friends, Jill and Kevin Turner, who joined us in Paris to celebrate my big birthday in 2013. Thanks to all of you for making the occasion something to be treasured.

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Excerpt

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Dedication

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       Copyright

       CHAPTER ONE

      TORI WELLS STOOD just inside the entrance to the massive conference room in Hôtel de Nice and swallowed hard, digging deep for composure as she scanned the sea of faces and listened to the many languages swirling back and forth. It wouldn’t do her reputation any good to go around grinning like a clown.

      The excitement that had been gripping her since her plane had taken off from Auckland International two days ago threatened to spill over and have