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Dear Reader,

This book was born from a couple of different sources. I’d had a plot percolating in my head for a while, about a woman in desperate circumstances who rescues an old man from some thugs and ends up becoming his companion. But it was fuzzy and indistinct. Then I was challenged to write a bearded, tattooed, motorbike-riding doctor and the two ideas started to coalesce. Suddenly these two separate entities became one, and Reid and Trinity’s story bloomed like a hothouse flower.

In many ways I knew Trinity and Oscar, her five-year-old son, intimately. Having worked as a PICU nurse for over twenty years, I’ve looked after many expremature babies with long-term respiratory complications and their parents.

Reid, however, was a different story. Sadly, my experience with lumberjack-looking dudes is limited to research on image sites and Pinterest. But I knew his heart. I knew his mile-wide streak of honour and his innate sense of justice. I knew his deep and abiding love for his grandfather. And I knew he was perfect for Trinity. The kind of guy a woman like her—mistrustful, suspicious, wary—could depend on. The kind of guy who would open up his home to a stranger and not expect anything in return.

I absolutely adored giving Trinity and Reid their HEA.

As we immerse ourselves in the festive season I ask that we all spare a thought for people, like Trinity, doing it tough. And perhaps also consider the many ways we can reach out and make things a little brighter for someone less fortunate.

Wishing you and yours a happy and safe holiday season.

Love,

Amy