For a very British holidayâ¦
When archaeologist Sam realises her relationship is as dead as the skeletons sheâs exhuming, she knows itâs time for a girl to make a change. But with bills to pay and a surrogate cat to support, her options are limited⦠until a discovery on the mysterious Rock Island in Cornwall gives her a reason to escape the drudgery of daily life and seek sunshine somewhere newâ¦
Head to the Cornish coast!
Down in Cornwall, new questions are thrown up at every turn: who is the glamorous, secretive owner of Rock Island â and why are the paparazzi so interested? How has irresistibly brooding, impossibly arrogant history professor James Courtney managed to get so far under Samâs skin? And will it ever stop raining for long enough for Sam to lose the cagoule and sip a cool drink in the shade? One thingâs for sure: thereâs never been a holiday quite like this one!
Enjoy a summer of romance and scandal withWhat Happens in Cornwall⦠the perfect retreat for fans of Fern Britton and Lucy Diamond!
What Happens in Cornwall
T A Williams
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Copyright © Trevor Williams 2015
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E-book Edition © June 2015 ISBN: 9781474036580
Version date: 2018-07-23
TREVOR WILLIAMS
lives in Devon with his Italian wife. He lived and worked in Switzerland, France and Italy, before returning to run one of the best-known language schools in the UK. He has taught people from all over the world, among them Arab princes, Brazilian beauty queens and Italian billionaires. He speaks a number of languages and has travelled extensively. He has eaten snake, live fish and alligator. A Spanish dog, a Russian bug and a Korean parasite have done their best to eat him in return. He has written historical novels, humorous books and thrillers. His hobby is long-distance cycling, but his passion is writing. You can follow him on Twitter, @TAWilliamsBooks, find him on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TrevorWilliamsBooks or visit his website: www.tawilliamsbooks.com.
With thanks, as always, to my lovely editors, Clio Cornish and Charlotte Mursell
To Mariangela and Christina with love. Thanks for all your support and patience.
Prologue
âThey say you can tell the old married couples in a restaurant by the fact that they donât talk to each other.â
âMmh.â
âI said, couples whoâve been together for ages stop communicating.â
âIs that so?â
Samantha took a deep breath. He was still shovelling curry into his mouth. She had finished eating ages ago, but he was still hard at it, to the exclusion of all else. She sat back and looked around the room in frustration. It seemed to her as if all the other tables were full of people talking, laughing and enjoying themselves. Everybody except Neil and her. Although they were neither old, nor married, this was the way their relationship had developed over the past year. She sighed inwardly.
Then he paused, laid down his fork and looked up. She felt pleasantly surprised until she saw him raise a finger and call the waiter over.
âAnother pint of lager, please.â The waiter nodded and went off.
âYou could have asked if I wanted something.â She knew she sounded petulant, but she was powerless to hide it.
Neil had already picked up his fork again by this time, but he hesitated, shooting her a glance. âWell, do you want something?â
âNo, thank you.â