The admiral’s daughter

And so it was that the fair Lady Joanna spurned her betrothed and fled from the castle in the dead of night, her faithful man-at-arms by her side. Off the lovers ran, into the depths of Howe Acre wood

IT was a fine, windy day in September, and Rosalind Aston had an odd feeling that she was in love. The emotion was new, and she could not be sure, but she luxuriated in it as she walked towards the ha

HOW quickly Sylvia’s life had changed! At New Year, she’d wished that the next 12 months would mean better health for her grandmother, a new washing machine for her mother and, if at all possible, a p

They were sisters by blood – but a cruel betrayal would part them forever

ALYS hovered at the edge of the wood, a wicker basket over one arm and the hood of her cloak covering her hair. The air was damp with autumn chill and the trees were dressed in shades of orange and re

BONNIE, darling, it’s been so nice to see you again and reminisce about schooldays. “How is Mr Teddy, by the way? I almost forgot to ask. “But now I must own up.” The invitation to meet Amelia Courtne