Libby Westerling has put herself up for sale at a charity auction to raise funds for the children's ward she works on. She's not looking for romance--she's asked her brother to buy her! Instead cool, sexy Dr. Andreas Christakos makes the highest bid.
Andreas and Libby don't realize they are about to work together...and Libby is not in the market for a man. But this gorgeous Greek doctor is determined to change her mind--and he'll do whatever it takes....
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January 09, 2007
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Excerpt from The Greek Children's Doctor by Sarah Morgan
"LIBBY, you're up for auction. Lot number 16."
Libby snuggled the tiny baby in the crook of her arm and glanced up at the ward sister in horror. "Tell me you're joking."
"Deadly serious." Beverley squinted down at the baby. "How's she doing?"
"Better. I'm trying to get her to take more fluids," Libby said softly, reaching for the bottle of milk that she'd warmed in readiness. "And, Bev, I'm not taking part in the auction--I already told you that."
"You have to!" The older woman sat down in the chair next to her and gave her a pleading look. "You're the best-looking woman in the hospital. We're bound to get a good price for you."
Libby pulled a face. "That's so sexist!" 'But true." Bev beamed at her. "Come on. Say yes. It's for a good cause."
"It's utterly degrading and I don't know what made you come up with the idea. You obviously have a sick mind."
"It was your idea," Bev reminded her placidly. "But that was before you went off men again. Everyone's really entered into the spirit of things. It's going to be a great evening and we're going to raise a fortune for our playroom. This is going to be the best-equipped paediatric ward in the world."
"Well, I must have been mad to think of it and I'm certainly not taking part. I'll give you a donation." Libby gently placed the bottle to the baby's lips. "Come on, sweetheart, suck for Libby."
"That's not the same. It's not just about the money, it's about team spirit and you have to be there. You're an important part of the paediatric team. My star performer, in fact."
"In that case I'll come and watch." Libby smiled with satisfaction as the baby clamped her mouth round the teat. "There's a good girl."
"We need you on that stage," Bev said firmly, "and just think of the opportunity to meet a new man! There'll be all sorts there. Short ones, tall ones, thin ones, fat ones..."
A new man?
Libby shuddered. "It doesn't matter what they look like on the outside. They're all the same on the inside and I'm not interested."
She'd given up on men totally. There was only so much hurt and disillusionment that a girl could stand.
Bev shifted uncomfortably. "You have to. It's tomorrow night! They've printed the programmes and you're in it."
"Oh, for crying out loud!" Libby glared at her colleague, who looked sheepish.
"It'll be fun," she said lamely. "A tall, handsome stranger will pay money for you. It's just a blind date really."
"I don't do dates," Libby said flatly, "blind or otherwise." The way she felt at the moment, she had no intention of ever dating a man again.
"Well, you could do the choosing," Bev suggested helpfully. "It's not as if you're short of money. You could use some of that enormous trust fund that Daddy set up for you to purchase a really hot date."
Libby shot her a look that spoke volumes. "Do I look stupid?"
"Libby." Bev spoke with exaggerated patience. "You're twenty-nine years old and you're loaded. You shouldn't be single. At the very least, some man should be trying to marry you for your money."