Surgeon Prince, Ordinary Wife

by Melanie Milburne

• ISBN13: 9780373126514
• ISBN10: 0373126514
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2007-08-01
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

Alessandro Fierezza,snatched as a baby by Vialli bandits, is believed dead. But when brilliant surgeon Alex Hunter arrives to help the king, rumors abound he is the missing prince! Nurse Amelia Viallihas lived with the stigma of being a Vialli bandit. She falls under Alex's spell. When Alex discovers the truth, he's torn between duty and a womanwho can never be his queen....

Excerpts

IF SHE hadn't been running so horrendously late, she would never have taken the short cut in the first place.Amelia let out a stiff curse as she tried to free herself from the rambling briar that had caught her as she'd climbed over the back fence adjoining the property of her last community health home visit of the day."Well, what do you know?" a deep male voice drawled from just behind her. "The legend is true after all--therearefairies at the bottom of the garden."She swivelled her head around to see a tall man looking up at her where she was perched so precariously, his blackbrown gaze twinkling with amusement.It was very disconcerting as he looked so very Italian with his deeply tanned olive skin and his thick, short hair so dark, and yet she couldn't decide from his accent if he was American or British. He was even wearing what looked like an Italian designer shirt and trousers, the top four buttons of the shirt undone casually, leaving a great expanse of tanned, muscular chest on show."Is thisyourhouse and garden?" she asked, tugging at her lightweight cotton skirt to free it, with little success."No," he said with a lazy smile. "I'm just renting for a few weeks, but the landlord didn't tell me about the little bonus in the back garden. He should have charged me more rent. I would have gladly paid it."Amelia felt the colour begin to flare in her cheeks and, frowning at him, gave her skirt another little tug but it wouldn't budge.His smile widened, showing very white teeth as his dark gaze ran over her appraisingly, taking in her petite shape and elfin features. "Actually, I've changed my mind," he said. "You're not a fairy. You look more like a pixie to me."Amelia had to force herself not to roll her eyes at him in disdain. "Actually, I am a community nurse who is now more than half an hour late to visit an elderly patient," she said through tight lips. "And if you or your landlord took better care of your garden I would not be stuck up here like this!"He folded his arms across his chest, rocking back on his heels as his eyes glinted at her playfully. "And if you were not trespassing on private property you wouldn't have been ensnared by that bramble in the first place." He unfolded one of his arms and waggled one long, tanned finger at her reprovingly.She sent him an arctic glare and gave her skirt another vicious tug, but all she succeeded in doing was giving him a rather generous view of her thigh."If you tug any harder on that dress, you'll have me blushing to the roots of my hair," he warned.Amelia knewshewas the one blushing to her backbone. She had never felt so embarrassed nor so annoyed in her life. "Will you please leave me alone to extricate myself?" she clipped out. "I would prefer not to have an audience right now."He put his hands up to his eyes. "I promise not to peek." She let out a tight little breath and began to attend to her skirt, but she could feel those dark, laughing eyes watching everything from between his deliberately splayed fingers.She finally tugged one part free of the bramble and shifted position to attend to where her skirt had snagged on a nail on the fence."Can I look now?" the man called out. "No," she said, giving another forceful tug. There was a ripping sound and, before she could do anything to counteract it, she toppled down from the fence into the man's hastily outstretched arms below."Oh!"she gasped as he deftly caught her. "Wow!" he said with a devilish grin. "I haven't lost my touch after all. And here I was thinking that no woman was ever going to fall for me again."Amelia hastily pushed what was left of her skirt over her bare thighs, her face aflame. "Please put me down," she said as stiffly as she could, considering the sudden escalation of her pulse rate and breathing.His face was so close she could see the black pupils of his eyes which were almost as dark as his irises.