Italian lessons

THE angels were gleaming in the summer sunshine, all alabaster skin, fabric shaped folds of marble, and enraptured faces. On Naomi’s last visit to Rome, she’d rushed along this bridge on a breakneck t

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

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THE last specks of rain of the previous night’s storm pattered against the widow of the drawing-room. Meryl Stewart sat at the keyboard of her baby grand, working her way through the piano arrangement

Words can be all-powerful, as these three couples discovered. They reveal the romantic and unusual ways books brought them together…

Have you met our new neighbour yet?’ Paul asked, walking into the kitchen and idly popping a grape into his mouth. ‘Just moved in, two doors down. She’s French and a real looker.’ ‘In what way?’ Laura