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Indulge with these irresistible and heart-warming summer romances by USA TODAY bestselling author Sarah Morgan! Featuring previously published titles The Rebel Doctor’s Bride and Dare She Date the Dreamy Doc?

This summer the sun has gone to everyone’s heads…

Flora and Jenna should be working busy shifts but something more fun has come up! Two new arrivals have blown into Glenmore and life at the hospital could get tricky. So it’s time to set some rules.

Flora’s summer is simple: Avoid kissing Conner MacNeil. (He may be gorgeous, back in town and single… but he snogged everyone except you at school, remember?!)

Jenna’s summer ’Why I shouldn’t fall in love with Dr Ryan McKinley’ list is a little more complex…

- I’ve been divorced less than a year?

- I’m ordinary and he is a sex god?

- I have my daughter to think of?

- He might break my heart…

It’s so difficult to be good with temptation on the doorstep. But rules are rules. Summer is sunshine. And, just maybe, a wish is a kiss that might just come true!

The Rebel Doctor’s Bride

CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

PROLOGUE

THEY were all staring.

He could feel them staring even though he stood with his back to them, his legs braced against the slight roll of the ferry, his eyes fixed firmly on the ragged coastline of the approaching island.

The whispers and speculation had started from the moment he’d ridden his motorbike onto the ferry. From the moment he’d removed his helmet and allowed them to see his face.

Some of the passengers were tourists, using the ferry as a means to spend a few days or weeks on the wild Scottish island of Glenmore, but many were locals, taking advantage of their only transport link with the mainland.

And the locals knew him. Even after an absence of twelve years, they recognised him.

They remembered him for all the same reasons that he remembered them.

Their faces were filed away in his subconscious; deep scars on his soul.

He probably should have greeted them; islanders were sociable people and a smile and a ‘hello’ might have begun to bridge the gulf that stretched between them. But his firm mouth didn’t shift and the chill in his ice blue eyes didn’t thaw.