Her Honourable Playboy

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Book 2 in the Posh Docs trilogy


Waldenbooks top 10 bestseller


Mills & Boon Medical Romance

March 2006

ISBN: 0263847179


Harlequin Medical Romance

May 2006

ISBN: 0373065485


Harlequin Promotional Presents

January 2007

ISBN: 037382047X

From A&E doctor to high-society bride?

Registrar Alyssa Ward is not pleased when she wins a date with A&E consultant the Hon. Sebastian Radley. She's not in the market for a relationship - especially not with a renowned womaniser like Seb. But, then again, he isdevastatingly handsome - and it's only one date after all...

Seb has never been one for monogamy. So why does he find that one date with Alyssa just isn't enough? There's so much more to her than the other women he's dated. And when she gives him some life-changing news he finds himself reassessing who he really wants to be - every woman's Hon. Playboy... or Alyssa's honourable husband?

Also released in the UK as a hardback (January 2006, ISBN: 026319079X) and a large print hardback (September 2006, ISBN: 9780263188844). Also released in Australia in paperback (April 2006, ISBN: 0733568467).


Behind the Book

Charlie from Her Celebrity Surgeon has a brother, Seb - who nearly took over that book! I don't think I've ever written a book where the hero has been so insistent on having his story told.

Seb's problem is that he doesn't believe in love - but he likes sex. A lot. Alyssa also doesn't believe in love or happy endings. They learn... the difficult way.

It's dedicated to my friend Phil Lovett.

Seb sort of seduces Alyssa by food - he cooks her chicken dijon, which is one of my family's favourites.

Read a Bit


'Just why,' Alyssa asked the emergency department charge nurse, 'would I want to win a night out with Sebastian Radley?'

'The real question is, why wouldn't you? Hmm, I think there's something wrong here.' Tracey took Alyssa's hand and checked her pulse while looking at her watch. 'Well, you're definitely alive, and your pulse is normal.' She made a show of taking Alyssa's temperature. 'No, that's normal, too - so it can't be delirium.'

'Oh, stop it.' But Alyssa couldn't help laughing.

'How about temporary insanity?' Tracey suggested.

More like Alyssa would be insane to want to go out with Seb. 'No. But I'll give you a donation for the fundraiser anyway.' Alyssa turned the key in her locker, fished out her purse, and took out some money. 'Here. It's for a good cause.'

Tracey raised an eyebrow. 'That's enough for three tickets.'

Alyssa shook her head. 'I don't want any, thanks.'

'But, Alyssa, why not? I mean, the whole reason we're selling tickets is to give everyone an equal chance of winning. If we'd done it as an auction, only the super-rich would be able to keep up in the bidding.'

Alyssa understood that. But there was one big flaw in Tracey's plan. 'Maybe some women don't want to win a night out with Seb.' Alyssa certainly didn't.

'Why? He's charming, he's witty, he's TDH.'

Alyssa looked blankly at Tracey.

Tracey rolled her eyes. 'Tall, dark and handsome. Honestly. Don't you read the Lonely Hearts columns?'

'I'm not that desperate,' Alyssa said dryly.

Tracey winced. 'I didn't mean it like that. I mean, we all look through them and wonder and . . . Oh, forget it.' She waved a hand dismissively. 'I know I'm digging myself into a deeper hole here. Seriously, a night out with Seb is worth winning. He knows how to show a woman a good time.'

'Only because he's had plenty of practice.' Alyssa raised an eyebrow. 'In the six months he's been at the Docklands Memorial, he must have dated every single woman in the hospital under the age of thirty-five.'

'Maybe he's just looking for the right one,' Tracey suggested.

'Maybe he's the male equivalent of a right tart.' And Alyssa definitely wasn't interested in someone like him. She'd already learned that lesson the hard way, with Scott Cooper.

Tracey whistled. 'You really don't like him, do you?'

'As a doctor, he's fine.' Thorough, decisive, charming enough to reassure their patients yet at the same time managing to remain detached. Alyssa admired that. It was the way she worked, too. 'But as a date... no, thanks. He's not my type.'

'So what is your type, Alyssa?' Tracey asked. 'I can't remember you ever going on a date in the three years you've worked here.'

Alyssa damped down the stream of impulses - to tell Tracey to mind her own business, to claim that she was gay, to say that she was looking for someone special and would know when she met the right one. . . Ah, it wasn't fair to take out her bad mood on the charge nurse. Tracey meant well. But the truth was embarrassing, and Alyssa didn't want any gossip about her. Nobody at the Docklands Memorial Hospital knew about the mistake she'd made, and she intended to keep it that way.

And she didn't repeat her mistakes. Ever.

Sebastian Radley might be charming, handsome and witty - and yes, she'd admit that he was the sexiest man she'd ever met, with those slate-blue eyes and a mouth that was just designed for sin - but he was a walking disaster where relationships were concerned. Which made him a man to be avoided, in her book.

'Hey, I'm a busy medic. I don't have time to date,' Alyssa said lightly. She took a note from her purse. 'Here you go. More hush money. Is that enough to stop you nagging me?'

'Hmmm,' Tracey said, and smiled. 'Thanks for supporting the fundraiser, anyway.'

And as Alyssa walked away, Tracey filled the registrar's name neatly in on three ticket stubs. Alyssa Ward. Their registrar worked far too hard, in Tracey's opinion, and needed to let her hair down. And Seb was just the man to help her do that. Their consultant, on the other hand, needed to be a bit more serious, to realise that life wasn't just party after party. And Alyssa was just the woman to help him see that. In fact, Tracey thought, this fundraiser could fix a few problems. All she had to do now was have a little chat with Vicky Radley, Seb's sister, who was joint co-ordinator of the fundraiser. If Tracey could get Vicky on her side, then the Docklands Memorial Hospital was just about to become a much more interesting - and much happier - place.


'This was a really, really stupid idea,' Seb informed his sister. 'Remind me again. Why did I agree to do this?'

'Because you just lur-r-rve your picture being in the papers, and the papers love you even more when you're wearing your tux,' Vicky said with a grin. 'The Hon. Sebastian Radley raises money for Emergency Department equipment: you're guaranteed tons of column inches with this one. Posh but caring. It's a winner.'

'Oh, ha.' He scowled at her. 'Why couldn't I just have made a large donation to hospital funds?'

'Because that's not proper news - it wouldn't have been enough to get the press off Charlie's back. So he'd have ended up trying to sort things out with Sophie while the paparazzi was trying to bang her door down, and she'd have run a mile, instead of agreeing to marry him.' Vicky shrugged. 'It was the best idea I could come up with at short notice. And, may I remind you, you couldn't come up with a better one. You went along with it.'

'Hmm, well. You owe me for this. So does our big brother,' Seb warned.

'Relax,' she soothed, making a last-minute adjustment to his bow tie. 'You look fantastic. If you weren't my brother and the world's biggest louse to women, I'd be tempted to buy a ticket myself.'

'It was supposed to be a promise auction.' Seb's blue eyes narrowed.

'It is, for everything else. But a night with you... Seb, this is a hospital. The debs can afford a bidding war - or, rather, their fathers can - but we need to give everyone a fair chance. That's why we're raffling you instead.'

'If you'd kept it as an auction, you could've bid for me.' He sighed. 'I would have funded you to do it.'

'You'd have bought yourself?' Vicky snorted. 'Oh, come on. Don't expect me to believe that one. You love dating women. You live to party. This is you we're talking about.' She paused and gave him a speculative look. 'Unless you've fallen in love and you're going to settle down?'

'Of course not. What do you think I am, stupid?' Seb frowned 'No. I just. . . Look, I hope those tickets made it clear it was one single night out and not a promise of wedding bells. And that there's absolutely no possibility of an ongoing relationship.'

'Seb, you're the prize.' She ruffled his hair. 'Everyone knows the rules.'

'I'd prefer them spelt out, to be on the safe side.'

'Too late. We've sold all the tickets. Just stop fussing, will you?'

'I just hope you pick a ticket for someone matronly who'll love being treated as a star for a night - a make-over, a limo, a swish meal out,' Seb said, his mouth thinning. 'And I'm never, ever, ever going to be suckered into doing anything like this again.'

From the book Her Honourable Playboy by Kate Hardy.

Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance
Publication Date: March 2006
ISBN: 0263834417
Copyright © 2006 by Pamela Brooks
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From Cataromance - Emotional, romantic and gripping from beginning to end - 4.5 stars

When a book has got Kate Hardy's name on the cover, you know that the book is going to be a fantastic read and Her Honourable Playboy is no exception! Kate Hardy draws the reader into the story from the very beginning by writing a story that will make you laugh on one page and move you to tears on the next. Her Honourable Playboy is a spellbinding romance which features a fabulous heroine, Alyssa, who is a strong and sassy woman you will just adore and the hero, Seb, is simply divine! Charismatic, witty, charming and drop dead gorgeous, he's a hero who is impossible to resist.

From Coffee Time Romance - a superbly written romance - 4 cups

This a superbly written romance, with warm and witty characters. Real to life comparisons and excellent dialogue with a colorful storyline carries this story, as the steamy romance blends in to pull this tale together. All the flair and drama you expect to find in a medical romance is totaled in this tale. An excellent read to end a long day with.

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