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BY CHRISTINA COLLINS
Jean’s hand trembled as s
Finally reaching the island, Beth realised something was very wrong
I’M so glad we came. Isn’t Croatia wonderful?” Maria nodded, setting down her espresso cup and taking a bite of fritule – a fried pastry like a small doughnut, coated in icing sugar. She and her good
Thanks for coming in today, Bea,” said Jason, the commissioning editor at Bluestone Press, where Bea was interviewing for yet another assistant job. “We’ll be in touch.” “Okay, great,” replied Bea, fo
Keith screamed as he leapt out of the way. The wild-looking animal glared at him, gave a loud grunt and bared its sharp teeth. That was more than enough for Keith. Any ideas of bravery or overcoming h
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
THE salt air tugged at her hair, carrying the scent of seaweed. Donna had spent years building towards this, chasing figures in spreadsheets, negotiating contracts, dreaming of the day she and Ben wou