Beautiful Strangers

by Ellen Dean

  BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS

  By Ellen Dean ©

  Revised edition published June 2009

  © Ellen Dean

  Ebook ISBN 978-0-9559679-4-8

  Digital (ebook) version

  Published by COLBERE PUBLISHING, England, UK.

  www.colberepublishing.co.uk

  Ellen Dean has asserted her right under the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or

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  Beautiful Strangers is a work of fiction. All characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Synopsis

  Be careful what you wish for – it might come true!

  Gynaecologist Hyacinth Dickinson cast a spell

  for her perfect woman.

  A woman to match her desire for

  danger, diamonds . . . and sex.

  When Hyacinth meets Beth she believes her to be

  The One.

  Would you trust a woman who could read your mind?

  Who wanted to control you – body and soul?

  Who stirs such passion in you, you don’t know

  whether you love or hate her.

  A woman who entices you into her web then leaves you with no choice but to commit relationship suicide?

  Talented surgeon Beth McConnell had to but she had her reasons . . .

  Beautiful actress Lou Scott wasn’t looking for love

  when she boarded the London bound train.

  Or was she?

  Chapter 1

  Adrenaline pumped through Beth’s body, making her glad to be alive. Today was her first official day at St. Gregory’s and it was the first time she had felt this good in over a year.

  She forced down a bowl of porridge and a cup of weak tea. Her mother always insisted you should start the day with a good healthy breakfast, especially on cold mornings. She went to the hall mirror to check her appearance. Her long, sleek, brunette hair elegantly swept up into a stylish knot enhanced Beth’s sparkling brown eyes and fine chiselled features. Her pristine white coat glowed in the lamplight. Fashion conscious to the end, under the white coat she wore a cream cheesecloth top over a long denim skirt, and neat designer shoes. Light makeup, and diamond studs in her ears completed her ensemble. She believed it was important to look good for the patients.

  She glanced back into the mirror to adjust her collar: a faint image of a blonde woman stood behind her. It was just the briefest glimpse and then she was gone, but it was enough for Beth to see that the woman was offering her a necklace.

  Beth shivered as if someone had poured icy water over her. Oh no, not again. I don’t believe this. ‘Leave me alone,’ she shouted. ‘I don’t want any psychic interruptions today.’ She gripped the sides of the mirror as she spoke to it. ‘This is the second time I’ve seen you. Who are you? What do you want with me?’ She took a deep breath. ‘Go away; please leave me in peace.’

  She grabbed her duffle coat, picked up her stethoscope, and switched off the lamp. Shutting the door firmly behind her, she stepped out into the dull, chilly February morning.

  During the short walk to the hospital, Miss Elizabeth McConnell, Surgeon, heard a chorus of wolf whistles and loud shouts from a gang of friendly Geordie builders working on a nearby building site.

  ‘Mornin, hinny.’

  ‘Hi, gorgeous.’

  ‘Wot yer deein’ tonite, pet?’

  She felt the blush, but turned to smile at the builders and

  gave them a wave. Glancing at her watch, she quickened her step. Better ten minutes early than five minutes late. She reflected on the events of the past year; events that had brought her here today when to all intents and purposes she would have still been in Edinburgh.

  Sadly, it was all down to her father’s fatal heart attack. Unsurprisingly, Isabel, her grief-stricken mother, had completely gone to pieces, as had her younger sister, Catherine, who totally shunned the support of her husband, and sank into depression. All turned to Beth for her comfort and strength of character, which made her feel duty bound to put her surgical career on hold and return home to support them, and run the family estate. Property, stock, tenants, and such could not look after themselves.

  Beth believed the Universe has a way of providing, and in time their overwhelming grief started to level out, helped by Catherine’s news. She was expecting a baby, the first grandchild. Isabel had done a complete turnaround with the news. She had persuaded Catherine and her husband to move back into the family home, and was busy helping them redecorate the East Wing, turning part of it into a nursery.

  By a lucky coincidence Beth found an experienced estate manager, keen to move his family to the Durham Dales, and more than able to take over the reins of the estate.

  Then the position of General Surgeon with Mr. George Dickinson’s team in Newcastle had fallen into her lap, as had the perfect two-bedroom apartment an estate agent friend found for her. Not only was it close to the hospital, but also close to the newly built Hogan’s Health and Leisure Club. This was all meant to be. Synchronicity: that’s what it was.

  She intended to join Hogan’s, having a vague idea of getting herself back into shape. She didn’t need to. Her slim, five foot four figure was perfectly proportioned. Most women would die for a body like hers. As can be the way with natural beauty, she was unaware of the fact that most people regarded her as drop dead gorgeous, but sometimes a bit more confidence in that department wouldn’t have gone amiss.

  Not only beautiful on the outside, she was beautiful on the inside too. Naturally caring and sympathetic. Many regarded her as docile and pliable, but in reality she had a determined character, and a strong will.

  Pushing through the hospital doors she crossed her fingers in the hope that her psychic visions would leave her alone. In their strongest intensity they were capable of rendering her both speechless and useless. They had haunted her since childhood, just like her precognitive dreams had. The last thing she wanted was to cut into a patient only to have their life history flash through her mind. She must remember to surround herself with a protective force field before touching her patients as one-to-one contact could be a trigger if she was caught unawares. Since the death of her father the stress made her more susceptible to picking up other peoples energies.

  She never spoke about them. She had only ever shared her experiences with two other people. Her great-aunt, also psychic, and a very old friend, Val Taylor, who had been on her mind recently. Val had unsuccessfully tried to persuade her to explore and use her gift. No chance of that. People would think she was crazy. A century ago women were burned at the stake for less.

  Waving to the girls on Reception, ‘Good morning,’ she called to them as she passed through. She walked briskly along the corridor to her office. The smell of freshly ground coffee greeted her as she opened the door.

  Janet, her assigned secretary with over thirty years of St. Gregory’s history behind her, was already busy at her desk and looked up over her old-fashioned spectacles, ‘Good morning Miss McConnell and welcome to St. Gregory’s.’

  ‘Why, thank you, Janet, and good morning to you too.’ Beth was touched to see a vase of fresh flowers. ‘What beautiful flowers. Do I have you to thank for them?’

  ‘I thought they would be a nice welcome for you.’
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  It is good to be here she thought taking the mug of steaming coffee Janet handed to her.

  * * * * * * *

  Beth settled in easily. She felt as if she had worked at St. Gregory’s for years, instead of weeks. She enjoyed working alongside George Dickinson. He was a big, caring man with a shock of black hair and a moustache to match, and was famous for his selection of outrageous dickey-bow ties. An approachable man graced with the natural ability of putting patients at ease, he welcomed her into the fold as though she’d been part of his team forever. Beth quickly discovered that most of his time was spent between the hospital and delivering seminars. He seldom seemed to go home.

  Every hospital has its characters. St. Gregory’s was no exception. Most of the staff were genuine and helpful, yet Beth was saddened to find a couple of Ward Sisters who were openly hostile to her. Even in this day and age they bitterly resented having to deal with a female surgeon. She took it all in her stride, including the cranky Ward Sister who insisted her staff turn all the wheels on the beds to face the same direction.

  Then there was Senior Nursing Officer Daphne Black who expected student nurses to stand to attention and remove their cardigans whenever she appeared on the ward. Discipline was her keyword. Our Teaching Hospital is supposed to nurture and produce first class nurses, not terrify the poor things to death in the process, thought Beth after witnessing a first year student to tears.

  One night after being called in to attend an emergency, Beth was delighted to discover the Night Sister who had summoned her was her old friend, and confidant, Val Taylor.

  ‘It is you, Beth. I’d heard there was a McConnell joining the surgical team, and hoped it would be you.’

  ‘How lovely to see you, Val. Would you believe that I was just thinking about you the other day?’

  ‘What a coincidence — I was thinking about you too.’

  ‘Well, I guess we both know that there’s no such thing as

  coincidence. Let me attend to your patient, and then we can catch up.’

  They had first met at the beginning of Beth’s medical career when Val appointed herself as one of Beth’s guardian angels. Naturally, they had a lot of catching up to do, so after their patient was settled, Val sent the student nurse currently undertaking a stint on night duty, to make them all some tea.

  She arrived back at the nurse’s station, carefully balancing her heavy tray just as Val looked up and boomed ‘Good evening, Daphne!’

  The student paled, turned too quickly and completely overbalanced. A glorious cacophony of shattering china filled the air as cups, saucers, and chocolate biscuits all crashed to

  the floor, smashing into a thousand pieces. On silent feet the dreaded Daphne had followed the student from the kitchen. Now, standing right behind her wearing a voluminous dark cloak showing just a slash of scarlet lining, the person the poor girl feared most in the world towered over her.

  My God, thought Beth, the woman looks like Countess Dracula. No wonder the kid dropped the tray.

  Sleeping patients were unceremoniously awakened and later Beth thanked her lucky stars that no one had had a heart attack, especially the patient she had just attended.

  Feeling sorry for the student, Beth bent to help her pick up the debris, ‘Come on, Val. We’d better help clean this up. That’s if you can still get down on your knees.’ Beth grinned, knowing Val’s sense of humour was similar to her own.

  ‘You monkey. You’re still as cheeky as ever.’ Val playfully slapped Beth’s arm, but nevertheless got onto her knees, even though they creaked under the pressure.

  Countess Dracula started to help, something unheard of.

  ‘Leave this mess to us. You go and make a fresh pot of tea, pet. Take five. Have a cigarette and get yourself pulled together.’ Val despatched the embarrassed student.

  Returning with a freshly laden tray, the student tried to

  apologize, ‘Miss Black, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what to say . . . ‘

  ‘Don’t apologize dear. It was an accident.’ Daphne laughed. ‘I must have startled you.’

  With the broken china cleared up and the ward settled, Val made the formal introductions. Beth and Daphne had not met before. After Daphne continued on her rounds, and the student was sent to tidy the linen cupboard — a long job that would keep her busy for ages if she took the opportunity to skive — Val and Beth finally sat down to talk.

  Family news exhausted, hospital gossip was their inevitable topic. Beth, sipping tea, said, ‘Daphne seems nice.’

  ‘Being kind-hearted is way out of character. Daphne doesn’t get on her hands and knees for nothing.’

  Beth shrugged. ‘Has she been here long?’

  ‘Long enough. She came here after splitting up with her partner. Couldn’t stand working in the same hospital as her.’

  ‘Her? Did you say her?’

  ‘Yes, I did.’

  ‘Go on. Tell me more.’ Beth bit into a chocolate digestive.

  ‘I don’t know how you manage to stay so slim. You do like your chocolate. I don’t know. Look at me, if I so much as look at chocolate I put another pound on.’ Val placed her hands on her large hips. ‘Anyway, back to Daphne. Rumour has that she got herself involved in some kind of woman’s circle — if you get my drift. Her other half was not amused and gave her her marching orders just like that.’ Val clicked her fingers. ‘And if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was sizing you up.’

  ‘Me?’ Beth squeaked.

  ‘Yes, you.’

  ‘Mmmm, fascinating. Anyway, must go. Got to get some sleep. I’m on duty again in the morning. Oh, it is lovely to see you again.’ As Beth stood up she checked her pockets for her stethoscope then hugged Val, taking comfort from her ample frame. She was delighted to find her old friend working here.

  Val fussed her, ‘Yes, yes and you dear. Now off you go. Go and get settled in the doctor’s restroom. I’ll try not to disturb you.’ Val’s tone changed, ‘By the way, did you notice how Daphne kept touching your hands while we were picking up the china?’ She narrowed her eyes giving Beth one of her knowing looks.

  Beth shook her head, laughing. ‘What? No, don’t be silly You’re imagining things. Honestly Val. You never change; you’ve been on nights too long.’

  ‘Oh and Beth, the visions. Are you still having them?’

  ‘Don’t ask.’ Beth shook her head. ‘I try not to dwell on them. Hopefully I’ll be left in peace.’

  ‘You haven’t got a handle on them yet then? It’s a gift you know. I always knew you were special. Wish I had them.’

  ‘I don’t call being under psychic attack a gift. You are more than welcome to them. Now shut up and don’t mention them again.’ Beth waltzed off along the corridor. She wanted to be alone so that she could think about Daphne and her particular lifestyle. She tried to visualize what her partner would look like, wondering what kind of woman she might be, until sleep overtook her.

  Chapter 2

  Southampton Marina shimmered in the early morning sunshine. Hyacinth — or H as she insisted her friends call her — stuck the last stamp onto the final envelope, satisfied she had finished the invitations to their annual fundraiser. Scooping them carelessly into an oversized Chanel shoulder bag for posting when she went ashore, she picked up a small purple velvet pouch from the table and held it reverently in her hands.

  You’ll make me a fortune, you little beauties, she thought as she clutched the pouch to her breast before carefully fastening it into the inner zip pocket of the bag.

  She stood up, brushing herself down in case any unwanted bits of fluff were sticking to her black pinstripe Versace suit. They wouldn’t have dared. She was almost ready to leave. A stickler for appearance, she ran her perfectly manicured nails through her mane of blonde hair, blended into three shades by her hairdresser to create a soft tawny hue. When she was satisfied it was perfect enough to be seen in public she applied her lipstick, a strong vibrant red, one of life’s little essentials.


  After methodically checking everything was secured on board The Amethyst, her luxury cabin cruiser, she collected her belongings, locked the main cabin door and, oozing confidence, sashayed along the gang plank heading for her Mercedes SLK, jingling the keys as she went. This morning, despite the dreaded forthcoming boring charity bash, Hyacinth was happy, or as happy as it was possible for her to be. Last night she and Penny, her closest friend, had spent a wonderful evening celebrating the Spring Equinox together. It was a pity Penny had to leave so early this morning, Hyacinth smiled, remembering. H was a restless spirit, always seeking excitement and she knew just how to get it. A true pleasure seeker, she didn’t care who she hurt in her pursuit of it.

  Three hours later she placed the purple pouch safely into her deposit box at her London bank. The concierge standing guard by her car deferentially tipped his cap as he bent to open the driver’s door for her. She rewarded him with a smile and casually pushed a twenty pound note into his hand before sliding into the leather seat. Lighting a cigarette before putting on the designer sunglasses she was never without, she headed out of London. There was one stop she had to make on the way home.

  Leaving the fast moving motorway at the Harrogate junction, Hyacinth pulled into the first lay-by. She lit another cigarette, picked up her mobile phone from the dashboard then selected Penny’s number waiting impatiently for her to answer. Hurry up, Pen, I’m freezing my tits off here.

  ‘Lady Corday speaking.’

  ‘Are you missing me, darling?’ H demanded to know,

  while reapplying her lipstick in the rear view mirror.

  ‘I miss you all the time, H, and well you know it.’

  ‘I’ve deposited our diamonds at the bank. We have seventeen personal packages in there now, Pen, one to represent every year of our friendship.’ She dropped her lipstick into her handbag.