Sue Barnard

 

Here’s the blurb for NEVER ON SATURDAY:

 

Two stories, two heartbreaks: one past, one present…

Leaving her native France and arriving in North Wales as a postgraduate student of History and Folklore, Mel is cautiously optimistic that she can escape from her troubled past and begin a new and happier life.

She settles into her student accommodation and begins work on her thesis, concentrating particularly on one fascinating manuscript: a compelling and tragic tale of a cursed medieval princess.

Then she meets Ray – charming, down-to-earth and devastatingly handsome. Within days, Mel’s entire world has transformed from lonely and frustrated to loving and fulfilled.  Despite her failure with previous relationships, she allows herself to hope that this time, at last, she can make it work.

But Mel’s dreams of happiness are under constant threat.  She is hiding a dark and terrible secret, which Ray – or indeed anybody else – must never ever discover…

And a little teaser…

“Wow, it’s impressive, isn’t it?” Mel gazed at the long, ornate Victorian structure, stretching out across the Menai Straits. From one angle, it appeared to reach almost as far as the Isle of Anglesey on the other side of the water.

Ray nodded. “I quite often come for a walk along here. It’s particularly good when the tide’s out – you see all sorts of seabirds on the mudflats.”

“Are you a birdwatcher, then?”

“Not a serious one, but if I see one I like to know what it is. I learned a bit about them when I was at uni.”

“Oh, yes? Why was that?”

“I studied marine biology.”

“Oh!” Mel gasped.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” Mel lied. She prayed that he hadn’t noticed her alarm. “It’s just that…well…I didn’t expect to find a marine biologist working in a coffee shop!”

“I must be honest,” Ray sighed. “Working in a coffee shop wasn’t exactly my first choice! But jobs in marine biology are pretty few and far between. And even unemployed marine biologists have to keep body and soul together somehow. But hey, that’s more than enough about me. What about you?”

“What about me?” Mel asked nervously.

“What are you doing in Bangor? You’re at the university, you said?”

Mel stared out across the Straits, as if admiring the view of the island, as she tried to compose an answer. She didn’t want to tell an outright lie, but how much – or how little – could she get away with telling him?

“I’m studying history and folklore,” she began cautiously, without taking her eyes off the view.

“Oh yes? That sounds fascinating. Are you familiar with the Mabinogion?”

“No – what’s that?”

“It’s a collection of traditional Welsh tales. I studied it at school. I’ve got an English edition I can lend you if you’re interested.”

“Thank you.” Mel turned to him and smiled with genuine enthusiasm. “That would be lovely.”

“So, you come from France? Which part?”

“From the Vendée. It’s on the west coast, just south of Brittany. There’s a castle called Lusignan near the town of Vouvant. Or at least, there used to be – I think it’s just a ruin now. I’ve always understood that it was built by one of my ancestors. I think that’s where my surname comes from.” She smiled wistfully. “I don’t know how true that is, but it’s a nice story.”

Ray grinned. “I’ve heard some people say that there are some parts of Wales where you feel you could be anywhere in Brittany. Is that what’s brought you here? ”

Mel shook her head. “Not entirely,” she answered quietly. “My parents died, and I felt as though I needed a new start somewhere else.”

Ray whistled under his breath. “I’m sorry to hear that. I…” His voice trailed off.

Mel got the impression that he was even less comfortable talking about this than she was. There was an awkward pause.

“But I’ve sort of got used to it now,” she said eventually. “I try not to think about it too much. And I love it here. I’m very much an outdoor girl. I walk, I swim, and, yes, I like birdwatching too.”

Ray’s face brightened visibly. He waved an arm across the Menai Straits towards the Isle of Anglesey, its bright colours – the greens, reds and yellows of the landscape contrasting with the sharp blue of the sky above and the mellow green of the water below – sparkling in the late afternoon sun.

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