Annie Claydon - The Doctor She'd Never Forget

‘A compelling, emotional and highly poignant read that I couldn’t bear to put down. Rich in pathos, humour and dramatic intensity, it’s a spellbinding tale about healing old wounds, having the courage to listen to your heart and the power of love that kept me enthralled from beginning to end.’

—GoodReads on Once Upon a Christmas Night…

‘A lovely story—I really enjoyed this book, which was well-written by Annie, as always.’

—GoodReads on Re-awakening His Shy Nurse

‘Well-written, brilliant characters—I have never been disappointed by a book written by Annie Claydon.’

—GoodReads on The Rebel and Miss Jones

Wow. Just…wow .

By some unknown process which defied medical principles blood rushed simultaneously to Drew’s head and down to another part of his body that he’d been trying to ignore for the last two weeks. Sophie had pulled out all of the stops this time, and the transformation made him want to fall to his knees.

She glittered… no, shimmered…in a dark blue sequinned dress which clung to her curves. High silver sandals made her legs look impossibly long, and she held a small silver and blue clutch bag. Her hair was done in a gravity-defying arrangement of curls which framed her face perfectly.

‘You look…’ Words failed him.

She smiled, and a bright shiver ran down his spine. ‘Is that good speechless or bad speechless?’

‘Good. Definitely good speechless.’ Confounded as he was by her magic, Drew still couldn’t quite square the mathematics of six boxes and only one dress. ‘So what did your fairy godmother put in the other boxes?’

‘I had a choice of dresses.’ She giggled at his obvious confusion. ‘Designers lend things out all the time. It’s good publicity for them if a celebrity wears their latest creation.’

A sudden desire to see her in all six was quenched by the thought that she looked just perfect and he wouldn’t change a thing. He rose, pulling his jacket on and she smiled, looking him up and down unashamedly.

‘You scrub up pretty well too, Dr Taylor.’

There are times when being a writer gives me the opportunity to have a great deal of fun. Sophie Warner’s part in a film set in the 1940s meant I needed to know something about the costumes she might wear. And how better to find out than to ask two ladies whose memories stretch way back? I owe a big thank-you to Joan and Betty, who told me everything I needed to know—along with some funny stories that I don’t dare repeat! Thanks also to Lynne, for bringing both laughter and cake.

It makes me smile just to think of that morning. As I wrote this book I came to understand how much I define myself by the things I remember. Sophie’s traumatic brain injury has deprived her of the ability to retain all her memories. Some aren’t important, but what happens when you can’t remember the name of the man you might be falling in love with? And how can she defend herself when she doesn’t remember those compromising pictures on the internet ever being taken?

It’s not easy for Drew Taylor, either. A love affair is all about memories—the first time you kissed, that first touch. He’s not sure how he would cope if Sophie were to wake in the morning with no idea of what had happened the night before.

Thank you for reading Drew and Sophie’s story. I always enjoy hearing from readers, and you can contact me via my website at annieclaydon.com

Annie x

Cursed from an early age with a poor sense of direction and a propensity to read, ANNIE CLAYDONspent much of her childhood lost in books. After completing her degree in English Literature she indulged her love of romantic fiction and spent a long, hot summer writing a book of her own. It was duly rejected and life took over. A series of U-turns led in the unlikely direction of a career in computing and information technology, but the lure of the printed page proved too much to bear and she now has the perfect outlet for the stories which have always run through her head: writing Medical Romance™ for Mills & Boon®. Living in London—a city where getting lost can be a joy—she has no regrets for having taken her time in working her way back to the place that she started from.

www.millsandboon.co.uk

To my dear friend Betty

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Excerpt Wow. Just…wow . By some unknown process which defied medical principles blood rushed simultaneously to Drew’s head and down to another part of his body that he’d been trying to ignore for the last two weeks. Sophie had pulled out all of the stops this time, and the transformation made him want to fall to his knees. She glittered… no, shimmered…in a dark blue sequinned dress which clung to her curves. High silver sandals made her legs look impossibly long, and she held a small silver and blue clutch bag. Her hair was done in a gravity-defying arrangement of curls which framed her face perfectly. ‘You look…’ Words failed him. She smiled, and a bright shiver ran down his spine. ‘Is that good speechless or bad speechless?’ ‘Good. Definitely good speechless.’ Confounded as he was by her magic, Drew still couldn’t quite square the mathematics of six boxes and only one dress. ‘So what did your fairy godmother put in the other boxes?’ ‘I had a choice of dresses.’ She giggled at his obvious confusion. ‘Designers lend things out all the time. It’s good publicity for them if a celebrity wears their latest creation.’ A sudden desire to see her in all six was quenched by the thought that she looked just perfect and he wouldn’t change a thing. He rose, pulling his jacket on and she smiled, looking him up and down unashamedly. ‘You scrub up pretty well too, Dr Taylor.’