Mistletoe and wyn

Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...

A n nie flicked the page of her ...

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

IT was no fun being dead – particularly when you had a cramp in your leg. Gemma raised her head from the dusty floor, looking for Tarquin. “Do I really have to stay here until the end of the act?” she

The idea came to Jess when she was least expecting it. A true lightbulb moment. She’d ask Sylvia if she could borrow her lucky dress. This interview had been playing on her mind for days and the Lucky

My naughty little sister tells all