Summer With A French Surgeon

Dear Reader

I’ve returned once more to my favourite part of France for the setting of SUMMER WITH A FRENCH SURGEON. I fell in love with the area when I strolled hand in hand one summer’s day along a favourite beach with my boyfriend John, who was soon to be my husband. Later we took our children. Now some of our children and grandchildren live not far from this beach.

I still walk along the same beach if I’m searching for a new romantic story. Although my husband died a few years ago I still feel the inspiration he used to give me when I needed to conjure up a romantic hero.

The beach is set in a beautiful area of hills and valleys near fashionable Le Touquet and the picturesque old town of Montreuil-sur-mer. It’s a perfect background for the romance of Julia and Bernard, two doctors who initially fight against the attraction that pulls them together. There are many obstacles to overcome before they can give in to the romantic love that finally claims them for ever.

I hope you enjoy reading their story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Margaret

www.millsandboon.co.uk

To my wonderful family, who give me continual love,

inspiration and happiness.

EVER since she’d been tiny, Julia had always made a special point of trying to appear confident. Well, with three older brothers to boss her around she’d had to be tough to survive. Still, glancing around now at her fellow trainee surgeons, she felt decidedly nervous. Since her disastrous marriage to Tony—who’d done his best to destroy whatever confidence she’d had—her life had been an uphill struggle to even get back to how she’d felt as a teenager, competing against her brilliant medical-student and qualified brothers.

Coming here, to France, to further her surgical career was the first step on her long journey back to self-confidence. And, in fact, looking out of the taxi as she had been driven down the hill just now towards St Martin sur Mer, she’d been in seventh heaven as she’d absorbed the wonderful scenery spread out in front of her. The stunning view had made her forget any apprehension she’d had about taking this big step.

She’d found herself overwhelmed with nostalgia as she’d seen the undulating sand dunes spilling down onto the beach and behind them the small, typically French hotels, cafés tabac, restaurants, shops and houses clustered near the high-tech hospital. She’d felt the excitement she’d known as a child when her French mother and English father, both doctors, had brought the whole family here for a couple of weeks every summer holiday.

She brought her thoughts back to the present as the eminent professor of orthopaedic surgery strode into the room. She caught her breath. Wow! Bernard Cappelle looked much younger than she’d expected and very … handsome? She paused, surprised by the turn of her wicked thoughts. It had been a very long time since she’d noticed any man in that way.

He was more than handsome, he was charismatic. Yes, that was more like it. He was oozing the sort of confidence she longed to acquire. Well, maybe, just maybe in another ten years, when she was an eminent surgeon, she would stride into a room and silence would descend as her students stared in awe at their professor of surgery, as was happening now with the great Bernard Cappelle.

If she hadn’t made a concrete decision to hold off relationships since Tony had bled her dry of all desire for emotional commitment of any kind she would have allowed herself to fancy Bernard Cappelle.

In your dreams, girl! No chance! She wouldn’t let herself even fantasise about him. Good! That meant she could concentrate on making the most of the six-month course without wasting her energy on emotional dreams about an unattainable man who wouldn’t even notice her.

The awesome man cleared his throat as he looked around the assembled doctors. Ah, so he was possibly a bit nervous? At least that meant he had a human side.

‘Hello, and welcome, ladies and gentlemen. I hope that …’

Bernard Cappelle began by welcoming them to the Hopital de la Plage, which would be their place of study and work for the six-month course. He explained they would study an orthopaedic operation theoretically before they moved on to the practical aspect of observing and assisting in Theatre. They would also be expected to assist with the pre- and post-operative care of the patients and also work in Urgences, the accident and emergency department, on occasion if required.

Julia took notes but realised soon enough that she’d read most of this in the brochure she’d studied carefully before applying. So she allowed herself to study the man who was to lead them all to the final exams, which would give them a prestigious qualification that would be a definite help to her in her desire to become a first-class orthopaedic surgeon.

She sat back in her hard and uncomfortable chair, probably designed to keep students awake. There were ten students on the course, Dr Cappelle explained. He’d chosen them from their CVs and was confident from their qualifications and experience that they were all going to give the next six months one hundred per cent of their available effort. He paused for a moment and his eyes swept the room before alighting on Julia in the front row.