Amy Andrews - A Christmas Miracle

Her knight in shining leathers!

Trinity Walker has learned the hard way to stand on her own two feet for her sick son, Oscar. But, when ex-army surgeon Reid Hamilton walks into her life and offers her a job and a home, she can’t refuse!

He might ruffle her feathers, but Trinity can’t help falling for the knight in motorbike leathers. Reid never expected this little family to bring such sparkle into his cynical life but now he’ll do whatever it takes to give Trinity the love she deserves this Christmas!

“I know you’re finding this all a little too good to be true and you’re probably not used to relying on anyone but sometimes good things do happen to good people, Trinity.

“Maybe it’s time you allowed somebody to help you. Aren’t you tired of constantly worrying about how you’re going to make ends meet?”

Trinity was so tired. The fact Reid knew that made her want to burst into tears. But damned if she was going there again. She hadn’t survived this long by crying at every hurdle life had thrown her.

“Trust me.” He smiled, wiggling his eyebrows dramatically. “I’m a doctor.”

His smile wove its way around her ovaries and squeezed. But he had put her dilemma front and center again. He was a doctor. “What if I say no?”

He gave a half laugh. “It’s a free world, I’m not going to force you to live all safe and sound in this beautiful house, Trinity.” He smiled the kind of smile that told her she’d be nuts to turn this down.

Dear Reader,

This book was born from a couple of different sources. I’d had a plot percolating in my head for a while, about a woman in desperate circumstances who rescues an old man from some thugs and ends up becoming his companion. But it was fuzzy and indistinct. Then I was challenged to write a bearded, tattooed, motorbike-riding doctor and the two ideas started to coalesce. Suddenly these two separate entities became one, and Reid and Trinity’s story bloomed like a hothouse flower.

In many ways I knew Trinity and Oscar, her five-year-old son, intimately. Having worked as a PICU nurse for over twenty years, I’ve looked after many expremature babies with long-term respiratory complications and their parents.

Reid, however, was a different story. Sadly, my experience with lumberjack-looking dudes is limited to research on image sites and Pinterest. But I knew his heart. I knew his mile-wide streak of honour and his innate sense of justice. I knew his deep and abiding love for his grandfather. And I knew he was perfect for Trinity. The kind of guy a woman like her—mistrustful, suspicious, wary—could depend on. The kind of guy who would open up his home to a stranger and not expect anything in return.

I absolutely adored giving Trinity and Reid their HEA.

As we immerse ourselves in the festive season I ask that we all spare a thought for people, like Trinity, doing it tough. And perhaps also consider the many ways we can reach out and make things a little brighter for someone less fortunate.

Wishing you and yours a happy and safe holiday season.

Love,

Amy

A Christmas Miracle

Amy Andrews

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Books by Amy Andrews

Mills & Boon Medical Romance

Waking Up With Dr Off-Limits

Sydney Harbour Hospital: Luca’s Bad Girl

How to Mend a Broken Heart

Sydney Harbour Hospital: Evie’s Bombshell

One Night She Would Never Forget

Gold Coast Angels: How to Resist Temptation

200 Harley Street: The Tortured Hero

It Happened One Night Shift

Swept Away by the Seductive Stranger

Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.ukfor more titles.

For Sam Walmsley from the London HMB office, who wanted to see a tattooed, bearded, motorbike-riding doc. This one’s for you!

Praise for Amy Andrews

“A lovely and sweet romance, but with plenty of heat and some ripping sexual tension.”

—Goodreads on It Happened One Night Shift

“A sensual, sexy, hot and steamy read! I highly recommend this read for lovers of romance.”

—CataRomance on One Night She Would Never Forget

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

Booklist

Dedication

Praise

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

Extract

Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

TRINITY WALKER WAS having a bad day. In a life that had been punctuated by bad days, it was a drop in the ocean. Sadly, they were beginning to have an accumulative effect.

She was twenty-four years old but she suddenly felt ancient.

She’d just needed three more days. Come Monday her government payment would be in the bank and Oscar would be walking through the school gates for the first time.

She could finally get some order to their lives.

Regular child-free hours to dedicate to a job that would bring in regular money for things like rent instead of relying on government support and a variety of other dodgy alternatives.

Couch surfing, shonky hostels, single room rentals in share houses and the occasional night—like last night—sleeping rough in her ancient Mazda, was no life.

Not for her or her five-year-old.

Every now and then she’d get lucky and land a job with some form of accommodation attached. A room, sometimes a small flat or bedsit. It never usually lasted though. More often than not it was Oscar’s health issues that ended the job and therefore their housing. Yesterday it had been Terrible Todd.

Her big, ugly, bearded, tattooed boss who drove a motorbike and reeked of cheap cologne and engine grease. Todd had announced that he did, after all, want her to pay for the accommodation.

Just not with money.

He’d felt they could come to an arrangement. She’d walked.

Bastard.

Bloody hell, why even bother with a permanently stressed-out, exhausted single mother who wasn’t even that much to look at? She was five feet four, her long dark brown hair was so fine it hung limply down her back and she was somewhat on the thin side.

And not the sleek, glowing, deliberate thin of a catwalk model. The stringy, wrung-out thin of a woman who’d been stressed and struggling to make ends meet for the last five years. She’d used to be passably pretty back in her size twelve days, but even a fairy godmother would baulk at Trinity’s current state.

Hell, it had been so long since she’d even thought of herself as a sexual being it always surprised her when someone else did.

Someone like Terrible Todd.

And here they were. With nowhere to go and no money to pay for anything much until Monday. Homeless again.

Homeless.

The word cast a sinister shadow as a cold hand crept around her heart. Fear over the welfare of her child, always present, threatened to overwhelm her.

Seriously, when was she going to ever catch a freaking break?

Maybe she could impose on Raylene again for the use of her couch tonight. Just one night. They could go after dinner and be gone by breakfast so Raylene, who was also doing it tough, wouldn’t have to feed them.

‘Look, Mummy! Look at all the ducklings. They’re hungry.’

Trinity broke free from the sticky tendrils of anxiety. She was sitting on a park bench about two metres from Oscar, keeping an eye on him near the pond’s edge, but had mentally tuned out.