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Honorable, eligible and in demand!
Meet the Honorable Radleys:
Baron Rupert Charles
The Honorable Sebastian Henry
The Honorable Victoria
Three aristocratic doctors, the very best in their field, but who just can’t avoid the limelight!
In this exciting and emotional new trilogy from bestselling author Kate Hardy, read how these eligible medics do their best to stay single—but find love where they least expect it.
His Honorable Surgeon Victoria, a hard-working and ambitious registrar in neurology meets her match in new consultant Jake Lewis.
I really enjoy the research aspects of writing medical novels, which is why His Honorable Surgeon is set in the neurology department. The Honorable Victoria Radley’s eldest brother (from Her Celebrity Surgeon) is a plastic surgeon and her middle brother (from Her Honorable Playboy) is an emergency specialist. So how could a girl who’d refused to be a debutante, top what her brothers do? You guessed it. Vicky becomes a brain surgeon.
I also wanted to explore what would happen if a posh girl falls in love with the boy next door—Jake Lewis. He’s Vicky’s complete opposite, but the attraction between them is too strong to be denied. And because I love emotional dramas, I gave them high stakes in the book. Something neither of them can walk away from. So there was only one thing that would work; true love. Which is exactly what Jake and Vicky find.
I had my editor wiping away a tear with this one, but there definitely is a happy ending.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. And I’m always delighted to hear from readers, so do come and visit me at www.katehardy.com.
With love,
Kate Hardy
His Honorable Surgeon
Kate Hardy
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
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
EPILOGUE
‘ISN’T she the most gorgeous baby you’ve ever seen?’
Vicky cuddled her new niece and hid her grin. If anyone had told her a year ago that her middle brother would be completely besotted with a baby, she’d have laughed—Seb had been the ultimate playboy and had run a mile from children. Now he was married with a daughter. And it looked as if Chloë Victoria Radley was going to have her daddy wrapped right round her tiny little finger. ‘Yes, Seb. She’s lovely.’
‘And Alyssa and I wondered if you’d do us a favour,’ Seb continued.
Babysit? Sure—except she couldn’t see him letting his daughter out of his sight for long enough! ‘What?’ she asked.
‘Would you be her godmother?’
Godmother. It’d be the nearest Vicky would ever come to having children of her own. Her older brothers might be happily married and settled down, but it wasn’t for her. She didn’t have time to be a wife and mother—not if she wanted to become professor of neurology, because the glass ceiling was still well and truly there. To prove herself, she’d already had to work twice as hard as the men in her field. Which meant making sacrifices. That meant no serious relationships—and no baby.
Though, holding Chloë in her arms and breathing in that sweet new-baby smell, for a brief second Vicky wondered if it was worth it.
Then she banished the doubt. Of course it was. It was what she’d always wanted to be, ever since she’d been tiny. To be a senior doctor and really make a difference. And she knew she couldn’t have it all—so what was the point in wondering ‘what if’?
‘Vic?’ Seb looked worried. ‘Are you all right?’
‘I’m fine.’
‘No, you’re not. You’re working too hard. Vic, I know you want to be professor—and I also know you’ll make it. But don’t kill yourself in the process.’
‘I’m fine,’ Vicky repeated. ‘Don’t nag.’
‘I could set Alyssa on you. Or Sophie. Or both.’
Vicky smiled. ‘It won’t work, Seb.’ Her sisters-in-law were both doctors, too—Alyssa worked in emergency medicine and Sophie was a surgeon. ‘They know the score.’
For a moment, she thought Seb was going to argue, then he gave a resigned sigh. ‘All right. I’ll shut up about that. So, will you?’
‘What?’
‘Be
