Unwrapping Her Italian Doc

Unwrapping Her Italian Doc
CAROL MARINELLI

The ultimate Christmas present!Louise Carter is a midwife on a mission—to have the best Christmas ever! It’s been a difficult year, but stealing a kiss under the mistletoe from gorgeous Italian obstetrician Anton Rossi will make sure it ends on a high!Anton is all about control—but around Louise he feels totally powerless! All he wants to do is kiss her smart mouth senseless—with chemistry this hot, who needs mistletoe anyway? And he certainly won’t be stopping with just one kiss…London’s Most Desirable DocsHeroes, heartbreakers…and husbands?

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‘A compelling, sensual, sexy, emotionally packed, drama-filled read that will leave you begging for more!’

—Contemporary Romance Reviews on NYC ANGELS: REDEEMING THE PLAYBOY

Unwrapping Her Italian Doc

Carol Marinelli

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Table of Contents

Cover (#u5adcefda-67b7-5dd1-bbc7-22f2e1c48312)

Praise for Carol Marinelli

Title Page (#uedb20cef-af1e-58d7-95df-f170b72d3b5f)

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

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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CHAPTER ONE (#ue3d56d64-6bec-5ebb-88b9-abf0734f1eb7)

‘ANTON, WOULD YOU do me a favour?’

Anton Rossi’s long, brisk stride was broken by the sound of Louise’s voice.

He had tried very hard not to notice her as he had stepped into the maternity unit of The Royal in London, though, of course, he had.

Louise was up a stepladder and putting up Christmas decorations. Her skinny frame was more apparent this morning as she was dressed in very loose, navy scrubs with a long-sleeved, pale pink top worn underneath. Her blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail and she had layer after layer of tinsel around her neck.

She was also, Anton noted, by far too pale.

Yes, whether he had wanted to or not, he had noticed her.

He tended to notice Louise Carter a lot.

‘What is it that you want?’ Anton asked, as he reluctantly turned around.

‘In that box, over there …’ Louise raised a slender arm and pointed it towards the nurses’ station ‘… there’s some gold tinsel.’

He just stood there and Louise wondered if possibly he didn’t understand what she was asking for.

‘Tin-sel …’ she said slowly, in the strange attempt at an Italian accent that Louise did now and then when she was trying to explain a word to him. Anton watched in concealed amusement as she jiggled the pieces around her neck. ‘Tin-sel, go-o-old.’

‘And?’

Louise gave up on her accent. ‘Could you just get it for me? I’ve run out of gold.’

‘I’m here to check on Hannah Evans.’

‘It will only take you a second,’ Louise pointed out. ‘Look, if I get down now I’ll have to start again.’ Her hand was holding one piece of gaudy green tinsel to the tired maternity wall. ‘I’m trying to make a pattern.’