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Need a sexy Doctor in your life? Look no futher!Her Little SecretEastern Beach Hospital is just the next stop for doctor Nick Roberts–he's left broken hearts on every continent! But Nick's fun-loving attitude is so infectious that his patients–and nurse Alison Carter–are unwillingly hooked. One night with Nick leaves Alison with a new zest for life–and another, rather more unexpected gift.First Time Lucky?Forced to grow up too quickly, Roxie skipped too many all-important «firsts.» Now, armed with a six-point checklist, she's ready to get going—starting with the big one—losing her "V" plates! A hunky doctor, Gabe Hollingsworth, has moved in next door. He's a one-night-only pro—and smoking-hot! Perhaps he could help her out…?Only, Gabe wants to be more than just another tick on her «to-try» list! He sets Roxie a challenge he's sure she can't accept: walking away from their insane chemistry….How to Mend a Broken HeartFacing her estranged husband, Fletcher, was always going to be heartbreaking for nurse Tessa King. Especially as Fletcher has one last favour to ask–with his mother critically ill, he needs Tessa to pretend tragedy never tore their marriage apart. Impossible when your husband is the one man it hurts your heart to touch…but the one man you can't resist….

'I won't be working for the next week—unless you'd rather stay home with Sophie?'Sophie would adore having her daddy all to herself—and maybe nursing his daughter through her illness was the wake-up call Oliver needed. The thing that would make him start concentrating on his family. Though Rachel already knew what his reaction was going to be.'No, she needs her mum with her.'Sophie needed her dad, too. So did Robin. But Rachel wasn't feeling up to a row. 'If you think it's best,' she said coolly.Oliver raked a hand through his dark hair. 'Don't worry. I'll sort things out at the practice.'Hell. Why did he have to look so sexy when she didn't have time to do anything about it? Since they'd had the children they didn't spend Sunday mornings in bed any more. Rachel realised just how much she missed it—the warmth of her husband's body heating hers, tangled limbs, the roughness of the hairs on his chest against her skin.Then she remembered last night. The guiltgift—chocolates that she hadn't been able to face eating because she knew why he'd bought them and they would have stuck in her throat…