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BY ALISON JAMES
Palm trees swayin
Could broken-hearted Maddie really go on holiday alone?
DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch
CAN’T you hurry?” Stuart was saying urgently to his nurse, Alice. “You mustn’t let her get away! “Can’t you get these tubes out of me?” “Leave those tubes alone, Stuart. I’m going as fast as I can,” A
ELLA stood in the church porch, chatting nervously to the other bridesmaid. They were waiting for Julia, the mother of the bride. Ella had glanced inside the church when she first arrived to check whe
ELLA read the e-mail again. So, Stuart was missing her. And of course, she was missing him. Terribly. Her finger felt naked without the diamond she’d been so thrilled with. Yet he’d still taken a job
In the golden light of a late September afternoon, Susannah sits in front of a vanity in a hotel room. It is the honeymoon suite in the Grand Hotel on the seafront, classic and elegant. In her hair ar