200 Harley Street: The Tortured Hero

200 Harley Street: The Tortured Hero
Amy Andrews

Reunited with his past…Running the Hunter Clinic’s charity operation has given surgeon and ex-soldier Ethan Hunter a new lease of life. His reconstructive work with wounded soldiers and civilians helps block out his army traumas. But when Ethan learns that he’ll be working alongside beautiful surgeon Olivia Fairchild – the woman whose heart he regretfully broke – he can’t help but remember the passion they once shared…and is surprised by the sinfully delicious sparks her touch still ignites…! Is Olivia the only woman to finally provide peace for this long-tortured hero?200 HARLEY STREETGlamour, intensity, desire – the lives and loves of London’s hottest team of surgeons!

Praise for Amy Andrews (#u97c79ebd-bfc4-52d4-ac64-625ed1dda7b1):

‘There wasn’t one part in this book where I wanted to stop. Once I’d started it was hard even to read the ending, but once I did it made everything seem right. I am an avid fan of Ms Andrews, and once any reader peruses this book they will be too.’

—CataRomance.com on TOP-NOTCH SURGEON, PREGNANT NURSE

‘A wonderfully poignant tale of old passions, second chances and the healing power of love … an exceptionally realistic romance that will touch your heart.’

—Contemporary Romance Reviews on HOW TO MEND A BROKEN HEART

200 Harley Street:

The Tortured Hero

Amy Andrews

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Dedication (#u97c79ebd-bfc4-52d4-ac64-625ed1dda7b1)

For Carol, Scarlet, Alison, Lynne, Kate, Annie and Louisa.

It was fun working with you ladies—

let’s do it again some time!

Table of Contents

Cover (#ue366249a-1cff-57c7-a2aa-e63e62256ee6)

Praise for Amy Andrews

Title Page (#u995ed423-8b60-52e1-b7f1-63bd90714e5f)

Dedication

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

EPILOGUE

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ONE (#u97c79ebd-bfc4-52d4-ac64-625ed1dda7b1)

ETHAN HUNTER NEEDED a drink.

Bad.

After five hours of complicated surgery his legs ached like a bitch and finding the bottom of a bottle was the only sure-fire way to soothe the fiery path of hot talons tearing from thigh to calf.

It was that or painkillers, and Ethan refused to be dependent on drugs.

‘We’re heading to Drake’s, Ethan,’ a voice with a thick Scottish brogue said from behind. ‘Why don’t you join us?’

A sudden silence descended into the male change-room as Ethan turned around to find Jock, the anaesthetist from the surgery, addressing him. He looked around at the four others, who’d all been chatting merrily until now. Clearly none of them were keen on having Ethan join them.

Jock didn’t look particularly enthused either.

Not that he could blame them. The longer the surgery had taken, the more his legs had ached, and the more tense and terse he’d become. Accidentally dropping an instrument had been the last straw, and kicking it childishly across the floor until it clanged against the metallic kickboard of the opposite wall hadn’t exactly been his most professional moment.

He hated prima donna surgeons, but his simmering frustration at his shot concentration and the pain had bubbled over at that point.

Even so, he didn’t need or want their duty invitation, no matter how much he craved some alcoholic fortification. Ethan was just fine with drinking alone.

In fact, he preferred it.

‘No thanks, Jock,’ he said. ‘I’ve got to get back to the clinic.’

Which was true. There was an important case file he needed to familiarise himself with on Leo’s desk. And some classy fine malt whisky to go with it.

He looked around at his colleagues. ‘Thanks for your help in there, everyone. Good job.’

There was a general murmuring of goodnights and then Ethan was alone. He sank gratefully onto the bench seat just behind him, easing his legs, muscles screaming, out in front of him. He shut his eyes as the pain lessened considerably and sat there for long minutes as the rush of relief anaesthetised the lingering tension in the rest of his body.