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Authors: Louisa Heaton

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His Perfect Bride?

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Love where he least expects it…

GP Oliver James knows
exactly
what his “perfect bride” should be like—and vibrant, unconventional new locum Lula Chance is the total
opposite
! Yet there’s something about beautiful Lula and the heartbreak in her eyes that intrigues him…

Lula’s determined not to be distracted by brooding bachelor Oliver…no matter how gorgeous he is. She’s arrived in Atlee Wold hoping to find her mother. But it’s only a matter of time before she gives in to the inevitable…

Perhaps Lula might just be Oliver’s perfect bride after all?

Olly gaped open-mouthed at the new locum GP.

This is not what I expected.

She was petite—elfin, almost—with a graceful, slim but womanly figure which he couldn’t help but notice due to her clothing. Or what there was of it. Her dark, almost black hair was cut short at the back, but at the front it was long and multicolored—cyan-blue, purple and pink streaks fell across her face. Her arms were layered with bangles and she had a red jewel in her belly button. She twirled and swirled and sashayed as she led the class in “undulation one.”

“All right, Olly?” his dad asked, staring at his son in amusement.

How can this woman be a GP? She doesn’t look like one.

But what was a GP
supposed
to look like? There was a shimmery wrap around her waist, tightly sheathing her perfectly curved bottom, and it tinkled and glimmered as she moved. Then, as she pointed her tiny feet, he noticed tattoos and nail polish and toe-rings, before his eyes rose back up to her face to see large brown eyes, rosy cheeks and a cheeky smile.

Patrick leaned in closer to his son to whisper in his ear. “Close your mouth. You look like a hungry hippo.”

Olly did as he was told and swallowed hard.

Dear Reader,

I have to admit to you that there are three pet rats in my house. Yes—three. Blaze, Finlay and Harper are three brothers that I rescued, and one day, while they were out of their cage, playing on my shoulder, I wondered if there had ever been a Harlequin heroine with pet rats who also needed rescuing herself?

That single question inspired this story! My heroine, Lula, came instantly—in all her glory—and Olly, my hero, quickly followed. I knew that these two, together, would create a love story that we all could fall in love with.

I absolutely adore their story and hope you do, too.

Love

Louisa

HIS PERFECT BRIDE?

Louisa Heaton

Books by Louisa Heaton

The Baby That Changed Her Life

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CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Epilogue

CHAPTER ONE

D
R
O
LIVER
J
AMES
was just packing up for the day when his father, Patrick, put his head round the door.

‘Got a minute?’

Olly looked up, his bright blue eyes curious. ‘Yeah, sure. What’s up?’

His father was the senior GP at their practice in the village of Atlee Wold, although not for long. He was taking early retirement, and he’d hired a locum to fill his space until a more permanent doctor could be found.

‘That new locum I told you about. She’s here. I thought I’d introduce you.’

Right. The new locum. It was a day he was dreading—his father stepping down and away from the practice—and the arrival of a locum brought that day another step closer.

And he was exhausted. It had been a long, cold day. With all the snow outside, it had taken a long time for his consulting room to warm up and he’d spent his time in between seeing patients sipping hot tea and leaning against the ancient radiators. What he really wanted, more than anything else, was to go home and take a long, hot shower and maybe not emerge until he could summon up the
energy to get dry and fall into bed. Perhaps with a mug of cocoa?

But even a shower wasn’t on the night’s agenda, because it was his turn to be on call. Which meant a night trying to sleep fully dressed on his bed, ready to pull his shoes on if his pager sounded. Oh, and a coat, of course, with a scarf and a woolly hat and gloves. And hoping to hell that his old four-wheel drive started up.

‘Is she here? I didn’t know she was coming today?’

‘Well, she’s not
here
, exactly. She’s at the village hall, running a class.’

Olly raised his eyebrows, impressed. ‘She’s not been here five minutes. How is she running a
class
?’ What was she? Wonder Woman?

His father laughed. ‘When she came for her interview she put up flyers. Haven’t you seen them? Belly-dancing classes at the village hall? All ages, both sexes welcome.’

Olly smirked. ‘
Belly dancing?
She’ll be lucky if anyone turns up to
that
. The old dears round here consider knitting to be their only exercise, and the men their hanging baskets. Can’t imagine any of them shaking their wobbly bits in the village hall. Besides, it’s freezing.’

‘Well, I said we’d pop in, show our support, and it will give you two the opportunity to meet.
You’ll be working together for a while—until I get a permanent replacement.’

There it was again. The harsh reminder that his father was
leaving
. That things were
changing
. That he had no say in it.

‘She doesn’t want to do it?’

He didn’t quite understand locums. Why travel from one place to another, never really staying anywhere, never getting to know people? Why didn’t they just put some roots down somewhere? He knew he’d hate it if it were him.

‘She’s not sure. But she wants to give the place a trial run.’

‘Shouldn’t
we
be the ones to offer
her
the trial run?’

Olly was quite territorial about their practice. It had been in the James family for some time. His own father, and Patrick’s father, Dermot, had run it before him. The fact that his father had sought a
female
locum also annoyed him. His father was probably trying to matchmake again. Find Olly a wife, who would then provide them all with the next line of doctors for the village of Atlee Wold.

‘We can but see. She’s a charming girl. I think you’ll like her,’ his father said, with a twinkle in his eyes that was obvious in its implication.

‘Dad, you’d make an awful Cupid.’

His father frowned in wry amusement, his
brow furrowing into long lines across his weathered forehead. ‘Why?’

‘Because the wings wouldn’t suit you and I’m not sure I’d want to trust you with a bow and arrow.’

‘Don’t know what you mean. Besides, you’ve got no worries there, son. She won’t match any of the criteria on your “perfect wife” list.’

Olly laughed. Everyone joked about his list. Even if he didn’t. There was a serious point to it, after all. If a woman were to be his wife, then she’d need particular qualities. The wife of a country doctor had to have certain standards. Respectability, loyalty, charm, an inner beauty and a calm head on a solid pair of shoulders. Someone who could hold the fort and rear the children. Okay, it might make him seem a bit Victorian in his thinking, but what was wrong with wanting a dependable woman?

‘Good. I’d hate to think you were Cupid in disguise. Like I said, with your eyesight the arrows could end up anywhere.’

Patrick helped his son pack up, switch off all the lights and then make sure his call bag was stocked with anything he might need for the night. Then, despite the snow, despite the cold, and despite his tiredness, Patrick and Olly got into Olly’s four-wheel drive and set off for the village hall.

It really wasn’t very far. Less than a mile. But the snow was thick and still falling. The towns and busy roads in the cities might have grit and salt, but here in Atlee Wold, a Hampshire backwater, they seemed to be lacking everything except table salt from the village shop, which the locals had put out. Some had even put out kitty litter to grit their pathways. Those that were able to shovelled the pathways of those that weren’t.

Theirs was a strong community, where people helped each other out where they could. But Olly really hadn’t expected that there would be nowhere for him to park in the village hall car park! Or that the pathway would be so well trampled by the many feet that had passed that he could actually see the pavement.

Or that there’d be the beat and throb of loud exotic music clearly heard from some distance away.

‘Well, I’ll be…’

He parked his four-wheel drive by a tall hedge and when he pushed open his car door to get out it sent down a spray of snow on top of him. Some of it went down the back of his neck and top and he shivered as the icy crystals tickled his spine.

‘Ugh!’

Patrick laughed. ‘Looks like a full house.’

‘You don’t have to be so delighted.’

The village hall was lit along its gutters with
old Christmas lights that hadn’t yet been taken down, and from the windows bright yellow light flared. There was the sound of Indian music, loud but muffled, emanating from the building itself, with an earthy beat.

Olly shook his head with disbelief. How had a complete stranger managed to rabble-rouse an entire village to do belly dancing? He might have expected the hall to be full if it was a gardening class or crochet, bingo or a knitting circle, but
belly dancing
?

Part of him just couldn’t wait to meet this Wonder Woman. An image of her was building in his head. She was a GP, so she had to be somewhat sensible. Someone middle-aged and quite strait-laced who did belly dancing because it was just something different? Perhaps she had to fight for attention and this was her way… As his father said,
not
a woman to threaten his list of the attributes a ‘perfect wife’ ought to have.

Belly-dancing instructor was nowhere on the list at all!

Shaking the snow from his shoulders, he entered the village hall after his father. There was a small foyer that they went into first, with a tuck shop to one side. Then there were two large rooms in the village hall and one was in darkness. From the other the music blared.

‘You ready?’ His father had to raise his voice to be heard.

‘Of course I am!’ he called back, pulling open the door.

But he stopped in his tracks when he saw the woman leading the class. His dad even bumped into him from behind.

Olly gaped open-mouthed at the new locum GP.

This is not what I expected.

She was petite—elfin, almost—with a graceful, slim, but womanly figure which he couldn’t help but notice due to her clothing. Or what there was of it. Her dark, almost black hair was cut short at the back, but at the front it was long and multicoloured—cyan blue, purple and pink streaks fell across her face. Her arms were layered with bangles and she had a red jewel in her belly button and she twirled and swirled and sashayed as she led the class in ‘undulation one’.

‘All right, Olly?’ his dad asked, staring at his son in amusement.

How can this woman be a GP? She doesn’t look like one.

But what was a GP
supposed
to look like? There was a shimmery wrap around her waist, tightly sheathing her perfectly curved bottom, and it tinkled and glimmered as she moved. Then, as she pointed her tiny feet, he noticed tattoos a
nd nail polish and toe rings, before his eyes rose back up to her face to see large brown eyes, rosy cheeks and a cheeky smile.

Patrick leaned in closer to his son to whisper in his ear. ‘Close your mouth. You look like a hungry hippo.’

Olly did as he was told and swallowed hard. This wasn’t a GP. She looked like a pixie. An imp. Or a fairy. Yes, that was it—a fairy.

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