I don?t remember booking a first-class ticket to hell? An all-expense paid trip to Europe. What could be more enticing than that? Well, other than having the surgeon I fantasize about daily as my travel companion. But to me, that?s all Lucian Aston is?a highly sophisticated, posh Englishman who stars in my daydreams. Mostly because of the way he views me as a loud, boisterous, no-nonsense surgical nurse he?s stuck touring London and Paris with up to the day of his groundbreaking surgery. Until then, we?ve got a lot of downtime to kill. So, it?s only natural that I put my best foot forward to get to know him a little better. Problem is, Lucian has no intention of taking a single step in his fancy wingtips to meet me halfway. That is until we strike our deal? For the next six weeks, it?ll be a no-holds-barred, balls-to-the-wall reckoning between me and the prickly heart doctor as I get to know the man behind the scowl and scalpel. But that?s the thing about the good doctor?s surgical specialty and his skill in the heart department. The more we spend time together, the more I run the risk of losing mine. Even so, I?m prepared for anything. Or at least I think I am. You see, there are the best-laid plans for the dream getaway you drum up in your mind, and then there?s reality. But in all my careful planning, I don?t, at all, recall booking a first-class ticket to hell. -- From the back cover.
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