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Step into the world of NYC Angels
Looking out over Central Park, the Angel Mendez Children’s Hospital, affectionately known as Angel’s, is famed throughout America for being at the forefront of paediatric medicine, with talented staff who always go that extra mile for their little patients. Their lives are full of highs, lows, drama and emotion.
In the city that never sleeps, the life-saving docs at Angel’s Hospital work hard, play hard and love even harder. There’s always time for some sizzling after-hours romance …
And striding the halls of the hospital, leaving a sea of fluttering hearts behind him, is the dangerously charismatic new head of neurosurgery Alejandro Rodriguez. But there’s one woman, paediatrician Layla Woods, who’s left an indelible mark on his no-go-area heart. Expect their reunion to be explosive!
NYC Angels
Children’s doctors who work hard and love even harder … in the city that never sleeps!
About the Author
LAURA IDING loved reading as a child, and when she ran out of books she readily made up her own, completing a little detective mini-series when she was twelve. But, despite her aspirations for being an author, her parents insisted she look into a ‘real’ career. So the summer after she turned thirteen she volunteered as a Candy Striper, and fell in love with nursing. Now, after twenty years of experience in trauma/critical care, she’s thrilled to combine her career and her hobby into one—writing Medical Romances™ for Mills & Boon. Laura lives in the northern part of the United States, and spends all her spare time with her two teenage kids (help!)—a daughter and a son—and her husband. Enjoy!
Recent titles by Laura Iding:
Mills & Boon® Medical Romance™
HER LITTLE SPANISH SECRET
DATING DR DELICIOUS
A KNIGHT FOR NURSE HART
THE NURSE’S BROODING BOSS
THE SURGEON’S NEW YEAR WEDDING WISH
EXPECTING A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
These books are also available in eBook format from www.millsandboon.co.uk
NYC Angels: Unmasking Dr. Serious
Laura Iding
To the Thursday Morning Breakfast Club. I value your support more than I can ever say.
Dear Reader
I need one of those T-shirts that say ‘I love New York’! Visiting the Big Apple is fun as there are so many things to do and to see. I especially like seeing Broadway plays, the Statue of Liberty and jogging in Central Park (just to name a few).
So I was thrilled and honoured when I was asked to participate in the NYC Angels series by writing the third book.
Dan Morris is a top-notch paediatric cardiothoracic surgeon who meets his match in physical therapist Molly Shriver. Molly makes it clear she is the one running the show when it comes to helping Dan’s son Josh to walk again.
Both Dan and Molly have been burned by relationships in the past, but as they work together for Josh’s sake is it possible they’ll get a second chance at love and family?
I hope you enjoy Dan and Molly’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don’t hesitate to visit my website or find me on Facebook—I love to hear from my readers.
Sincerely
Laura Iding
www.lauraiding.com
CHAPTER ONE
“No-o-o-o!” JOSH WAILED, throwing his arms around the nanny’s neck when Dan tried to lift the boy off the sofa. “I want Gemma to take me!”
Dan Morris gnashed his teeth, his gut burning with guilt as Josh showed him once again how much he preferred the company of Gemma, the middle-aged woman who’d been caring for him the past six months, over that of his father. But with the ease of long practice he buried his true feelings and kept his tone soft as he gently prised Josh away from Gemma, lifting his small frame into his arms.
“It’s okay, Josh. Remember how I told you I’m going to be home with you for the next few weeks? We’re going to attend physical therapy together. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m going to be with you the whole time.”
Josh didn’t look too impressed with his vow but thankfully stopped struggling, leaning against his father’s chest as if willing to accept his fate. He’d stopped crying too, but the occasional loud sniffle was just as difficult to bear.
Dan tucked Josh into his booster seat in the backseat of the black BMW, buckling him securely into the harness before he himself slid into the driver’s seat, trying to think of a way to breach the chasm between them. He wanted Josh to know he was loved. Cherished. But how? Words alone hadn’t worked so far.
“Daddy, is therapy going to hurt?”
Helpless fury and guilt nearly choked him at his son’s innocent question. How many times had Josh asked him that same thing in the hospital? How many times had he been forced to answer yes? He cleared his throat and smiled at Josh, using the rearview mirror. “No, Josh, therapy isn’t going to hurt. The therapist will exercise your legs. There won’t be any needles, I promise.”
Josh settled back, seemingly reassured. Dan drove carefully through the busy Manhattan streets to the physiotherapy clinic located within the brick walls of Manhattan’s Angel Mendez Children’s Hospital, affectionately known as Angel’s, where his pediatric cardiothoracic surgery practice was located. He hoped physical therapist Molly Shriver was everything she’d been reported to be.
He’d wanted the best, demanded the best for his son. He couldn’t bear to think about the grim possibility that Josh might never walk again. If this Molly Shriver was half as good as her reputation heralded her to be, he was convinced she was the one who could make that happen.
He and Josh arrived ten minutes early because he despised being late. They’d barely settled into their seats in the waiting room when a young woman with bright green eyes and reddish-gold hair pulled back in a perky ponytail came out to greet them.
“Good morning,” she said, smiling brightly, her attention focused, rightly so, on Josh. Dan had stood when she’d entered the room, but Josh was obviously still seated in the waiting-room chair, wearing shorts and a T-shirt as requested. She knelt beside Josh so that her eyes were level with his. “You must be Josh Morris, although you look much older than seven. Are you sure you’re not eight or nine?” she asked, her voice full of doubt.
Josh giggled, and shook his head. “Nope. I’m seven but my birthday is in three weeks.”
“Oh, goody! I love birthdays! We’ll have a party to celebrate!” she exclaimed, making Josh giggle again. “And that must be why you look so much older. My name is Molly and I’m so happy you came in to see me today.”
Dan tucked his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and watched, reluctantly impressed with how she’d immediately established a connection with his son. She seemed to know a lot about kids.
No doubt, far more than he did.
“We’re going to have lots of fun today, Josh,” Molly confided. She held out her hand to his son. “Are you ready to