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for Louisa George

       Excerpt

       Dear Reader

       About the Author

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       EPILOGUE

       Copyright

A Touch of Christmas Magic

       Midwives On-Call at Christmas

       Mothers, midwives and mistletoe—lives changing for ever at Christmas!

      Welcome to Cambridge Royal Hospital—and to the exceptional midwives who make up its special Maternity Unit!

      They deliver tiny bundles of joy on a daily basis, but Christmas really is a time for miracles—as midwives Bonnie, Hope, Jessica and Isabel are about to find out.

      Amidst the drama and emotion of babies arriving at all hours of the day and night, these midwives still find time for some sizzling romance under the mistletoe!

      This holiday season, don’t miss the festive, heartwarming spin-off to the dazzling

       Midwives On-Call continuity from Mills & Boon Medical Romance:

      A Touch of Christmas Magic by Scarlet Wilson

      Her Christmas Baby Bump by Robin Gianna

      Playboy Doc’s Mistletoe Kiss by Tina Beckett

      Her Doctor’s Christmas Proposal by Louisa George

      I was really delighted to be asked to take part in the Midwives On-Call at Christmas series—as you might have guessed by now, I like nothing better than writing Christmas books!

      It seemed fitting that my heroine was from Scotland, and I loved the thought of her putting her past behind her and trying to build a new and exciting future for her and her daughter.

      Jacob was a whole different matter … The first thing I did was visualise his house and how empty it looked without any love or significant others in it. It was so easy to imagine how gorgeous it might look for Christmas, and a whole part of the story is built around this idea.

      Wishing you all a wonderful time—whatever your celebrations at this time of year. I will be frantically wrapping presents, trying to buy Christmas food and hoping I haven’t forgotten anything!

      Please feel free to contact me at my website: scarlet-wilson.com.

      Best wishes,

       Scarlet

      SCARLET WILSON wrote her first story aged eight and has never stopped. Her family have fond memories of Shirley and the Magic Purse, with its army of mice all with names beginning with the letter ‘M’. An avid reader, Scarlet started with every Enid Blyton book, moved on to the Chalet School series and many years later found Mills & Boon. She trained and worked as a nurse and health visitor, and currently works in public health. For her, finding Mills & Boon Medical Romances was a match made in heaven. She is delighted to find herself among the authors she has read for many years. Scarlet lives on the West Coast of Scotland with her fiancé and their two sons.

      This book is dedicated to my fabulous fellow authors Louisa George, Tina Beckett and Robin Gianna.

      It’s been a pleasure working with you, ladies!

      THE LITTLE FACE stared back out of the window as Freya gave her a nervous wave from the new school. Bonnie sucked in a breath and kept the smile plastered to her face, waving back as merrily as she could. Please be okay.

      Her thick winter coat was stifling her already. Even at this time of year, Cambridge was unexpectedly warmer than Scotland. She could feel an uncomfortable trickle of sweat run down her spine. The teacher came to the window and, glancing at Bonnie, ushered Freya away. Freya’s red curls had already started to escape from the carefully styled pleat. By the time she came home later her hair would be back to its usual fluffy head style. She could almost hear the teacher’s thoughts in her head: over-anxious parent.

      She wasn’t. Not really. But travelling down from Scotland yesterday with their worldly goods stuffed into four suitcases was hardly ideal. The motel they’d ended up staying in was even less pleasant. The smell of damp and mildew in the room had set off alarm bells that it might cause a flare-up of Freya’s asthma. With Christmas not too far away, she desperately needed to sort out somewhere more suitable to stay. And the combination of everything, plus dropping Freya at a brand-new school this morning, had left her feeling rattled.

      The director of midwifery at Cambridge Royal Maternity Unit had been quite insistent on her start date. No compromise. The ward sister had just taken early maternity leave due to some unexpected problems. They needed an experienced member of staff as soon as possible. And she hadn’t felt in a position to argue—despite the fact they’d had nowhere to stay. The job in Cambridge was her way out of Scotland. And, boy, did she need out.

      Working at such a prestigious hospital was appealing. Everyone knew about the two-hundred-year-old hospital and one night, midway between tears and frustration, she’d applied. When they’d emailed back the next day to arrange a telephone interview she’d been surprised. And when they’d told her the next day she had the job she’d been stunned. Things had moved at a rapid pace ever since. References, occupational health forms and a formal offer telling her they wanted her to start straight away.

      Thankfully,


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