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Falling For The Foster Mum
Karin Baine
A family for the bachelor doc?Burns specialist Dr Matthew McGrory is finally living the bachelor life after years of responsibility raising his siblings alone. But he can’t ignore the pull he feels towards beautiful Quinn Grady, foster mum to his favourite young patient.Having learned the hard way that you can’t rely on other people Quinn is uber-protective of little Simon, and her heart. But as Matthew’s hero-status grows in the eyes of her young charge she just might find he’s the hero she’s dreamed of too…Paddington Children’s HospitalCaring for children – and captivating hearts!
A family for the bachelor doc?
Burns specialist Dr. Matthew McGrory is finally living the bachelor life after years of responsibility raising his siblings alone. But he can’t ignore the pull he feels toward beautiful Quinn Grady, foster mom to his favorite young patient.
Having learned the hard way that you can’t rely on other people, Quinn is uber-protective of little Simon, and her heart. But as Matthew’s hero status grows in the eyes of her young charge, she just might find he’s the hero she’s dreamed of, too...
Paddington Children’s Hospital
Caring for children—and captivating hearts!
The doctors and nurses of Paddington Children’s Hospital are renowned for their expert care of their young patients, no matter the cost. And now, facing both a heart-wrenching emergency and a dramatic fight to save their hospital, the stakes are higher than ever!
Devoted to their jobs, these talented professionals are about to discover that saving lives can often mean risking your heart...
Available now in the thrilling Paddington Children’s Hospital miniseries:
Their One Night Baby by Carol Marinelli
Forbidden to the Playboy Surgeon by Fiona Lowe
Mommy, Nurse...Duchess? by Kate Hardy
Falling for the Foster Mom by Karin Baine
And coming soon...
Healing the Sheikh’s Heart by Annie O’Neil
A Life-Saving Reunion by Alison Roberts
Dear Reader (#u4d6d7423-6cb6-582b-abf0-bf69d0f1c5e6),
This book has been such a rollercoaster to write—I really hope you enjoy reading my slice of life at Paddington Children’s Hospital.
As excited as I was about taking part in my first continuity series, the prospect of writing along with such fabulous established authors was daunting for a newbie, to say the least! I shouldn’t have worried. These ladies had such fabulous ideas for the series, and are so much better organised than I am, it made the process easier.
A book set in London was also a great excuse for a research trip—and it just so happened to coincide with my twentieth wedding anniversary! I had a lovely day at the zoo with my hubby, following in Quinn, Matt and little Simon’s footsteps. Albeit in the rain...
Maybe for our silver anniversary I’ll plan a research trip somewhere a bit more exotic. Surely they have doctors on Mediterranean cruises too...
Happy reading!
Karin xx
Falling For The Foster Mum
Karin Baine
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
KARIN BAINE lives in Northern Ireland with her husband, two sons, and her out-of-control notebook collection. Her mother’s and her grandmother’s vast collections of books inspired her love of reading and her dream of becoming a Mills & Boon author. Now she can tell people she has a proper job! You can follow Karin on Twitter, @karinbaine1, or visit her website for the latest news—karinbaine.com (http://karinbaine.com).
Books by Karin Baine
Mills & Boon Medical Romance
French Fling to Forever
A Kiss to Change Her Life
The Doctor’s Forbidden Fling
The Courage to Love Her Army Doc
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk) for more titles.
This one’s for Jennie, Stephen and Samantha, my London travelling companions/supervisors, because we all know I can’t be trusted out on my own!
Along with John, You’ve always been so supportive of my writing and it’s much appreciated. xx
Thanks to Catherine, Abbi and Chellie, who’ve helped me so much with my research.
Praise for Karin Baine
“The moment I picked up Karin Baine’s debut medical romance I knew I would not be disappointed with her work. Poetic and descriptive writing, engaging dialogue, thoroughly created characters and a tightly woven plot propels French Fling to Forever into the must-read, highly recommended level.”
—Contemporary Romance Reviews
Contents
Cover (#u32e3a0d0-3b5c-5124-8114-c85bec330235)
Back Cover Text (#u312ecb13-3e0d-5129-8ec9-89fc9d55f0f4)
Introduction (#ucb69c8c5-8753-50ad-ae51-25cd846a0d14)
Dear Reader (#u1ec95f3c-b099-5a6d-ac22-4762620d2836)
Title Page (#u3730f531-c2ab-59f5-a8ea-da4d4da76d6f)
About the Author (#u30ab539e-0e4e-5ca5-aca4-c9239889b435)
Booklist (#u335d5b10-db72-58f8-9add-e72c761f3589)
Dedication (#ud848c36e-f427-5a7d-b7fc-0f185fe9433b)
Praise (#u0bc9ca9d-1395-5fc1-86c5-bf06e600f909)
PROLOGUE (#uaac23726-804f-5cb6-bf00-9feefe6e006c)
CHAPTER ONE (#u523c62ca-6495-5cd1-a5d5-ed8698bc95df)
CHAPTER TWO (#u8c1b055c-12f4-59e9-8107-b71d8dd41157)
CHAPTER THREE (#u278e9b9c-991e-5422-9ac8-1170354f684b)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
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PROLOGUE (#u4d6d7423-6cb6-582b-abf0-bf69d0f1c5e6)
QUINN GRADY WAS officially the worst mother in the world. Barely a week into the job and her charge was already lying in the hospital.
Simon mightn’t be her real son but that made her role as his foster mum even more important. As someone who’d been passed from pillar to post in the care system herself, it meant everything to her to provide a safe home for him. Yet here she was, sitting on her own in the bright corridors of the Paddington Children’s Hospital, nerves shredded, waiting for news on his condition.
She’d done everything by the parenting handbook, even when life had thrown her that ‘I’m not ready to be a dad’ curveball from Darryl right before Simon had come into her life. Her focus had remained on his welfare regardless of her own heartbreak that her partner had gone back on his word that he was going into this with her. The sleepless nights she’d spent with her mind running through every possible scenario she might encounter as someone’s guardian hadn’t prepared her for this.
A fire at the school.
As she’d waved a tearful goodbye this morning and watched Simon walk away in his smart, new uniform she’d half expected a phone call. He’d looked so small, so lost, she’d almost been waiting for the school to call and ask her to pick him up, to come and hug him and tell him everything was going to be all right.
Not this. A fire was totally beyond her control. She couldn’t have prevented it and she couldn’t fix it. Apparently all she could do was fill in endless forms and she hadn’t even been able to do that until she’d contacted the local fostering authority to notify them about what had happened. Watching the frantic staff deal with the influx of injured schoolchildren, she’d never felt so helpless.
She knew Simon was badly hurt but she hadn’t been able to see him yet until they stabilised him. He could have life-changing injuries. Or worse. What if he didn’t make it? Her stomach lurched, terror gripping her insides at the thought of his suffering. This was supposed to have been a new start for both of them, to wipe out the past and build a better future. Now all she wanted was to see him and know he was okay.
She fidgeted in the hard plastic chair doing her best not to accost any of the nurses running from department to department. Perhaps if she was a proper mum she’d feel more entitled to demand constant information on his condition.
‘Are you Simon’s mother?’
A vision in green scrubs appeared beside her. His lovely Irish lilt was the comfort blanket she needed at this moment in time.
‘No. Yes.’ She didn’t know the appropriate response for this kind of situation.
As a pair of intense, sea-green eyes stared at her, waiting for an answer, she realised her temporary status didn’t matter. ‘I’m his foster mother.’
It was enough to soften the doctor’s features and he hunched down beside her chair.
‘I’m Matthew McGrory, a burns specialist. I’ve been brought over to assess Simon’s condition.’
Quinn held her breath. Good news or bad?
She searched his face for a sign but apart from noting how handsome he was up close she discovered nothing.
‘How is he?’
Good?
Bad?
‘Would you like to come through and see for yourself?’ The doctor’s mouth tilted into a smile.
That had to be positive, right?
‘Yes. Thank you.’ She got to her feet though her legs weren’t as steady as she needed them to be. Nonetheless she hurried down the corridor, powering hard to keep up with the great strides of a man who had to be at least six foot.
He stopped just outside the door of the Paediatric Intensive Care Unit, the last barrier between her and Simon, but an ominous one. Only the most poorly children would be on the other side and he was one of them. Not for the first time she wished she had someone to go through this with her.
‘Before we go in, I want you to be prepared. Simon has suffered severe burns along with some smoke inhalation. It’s not a pretty sight but everything we’re doing is to minimise long-term damage. Okay? Ready?’
She nodded, feigning bravery and nowhere near ready. Whatever the injuries, they would affect her and Simon for a long time but they were in this together.
‘He needs me,’ she said, her voice a mere whisper as she tried to pull herself together. She wondered if clinging to the hunky doctor’s arm for support was an option but he was already opening the door and stepping into the ward before she could make a grab for him.
They passed several cubicles but she couldn’t make out any of the faces as the small bodies were dwarfed by monster machinery aiding their recovery.
‘Oh, Simon!’ Her hand flew to her mouth to cover the gasp as she was led to the last bed on the row. She wouldn’t have recognised him if not for the glimpse of curly hair against the pillow.
The face of the little boy she’d left at the school gates only hours ago was now virtually obscured by the tubes and wires going in and out of his tiny form keeping him alive. His pale torso was a contrast to the mottled black and red angry skin of his right arm stretched out at his side. Lying there, helpless, he looked even younger than his meagre five years.
Quinn’s knees began to buckle at the enormity of the situation and the tears she’d been desperately trying to keep at bay finally burst through the dam.
Strong hands seemed to come from nowhere to catch her before she fell to the floor in a crumpled heap of guilt and manoeuvred her into a chair.
‘I know it’s a lot to take in but he’s honestly in the best place. Simon has severe burns to the face and arm and we have him intubated to help him breathe after the smoke inhalation. Once the swelling has gone down and we’re happy there’s no damage to his eyes, we’ll move him to the burns unit for further treatment.’
She blinked through her tears to focus on the man kneeling before her.
