Europe
Asia
Oceania
Americas
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for FICTION
BY JANE CORRY
‘Mum,’ says my son Jack. ��
TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape
B ELLA KOSINSKY waved and smiled as her daughter-in-law stumbled up the path. Jodi was pushing the buggy with one hand and holding on to little Aaron with the other, while trying to keep various bags
Ben hunched over in the cab of the lorry, eyes cast down, earphones firmly in place. He tugged his hoodie further over his face and ramped up his music, trying to drown out his stepdad, along with the
As Paige gently lay Oliver in the cot, he murmured, and she bit her lip. Was he about to wake up? It had taken her over an hour to settle him. Sleepily, he half-opened his blue eyes then closed them.
THERE could be no doubt about it – Julie was a handful. Brought up by her grandparents when her wayward mother took off, Julie seemed to have spent her young life on a mission to prove that she was no
HONESTLY, I don’t know what you’re worrying about, Tanya. It’s not as though Amber’s never visited us before.” My husband, Rob, has always been the laid-back one in our partnership, while I have a ten