A mobile mix-up

HER phone pinged with the e-mail while she was lying on the beach. The Greek sun blazed down from – well, being a writer, it was second nature for Amy to think about how she would describe the blue sk

Please leave a message after the tone.” Millie listened to the impersonal female American voice in frustration. It would have been comforting to at least hear Mark’s voice, but he’d never bothered to

It looked like a bleak Christmas for all – until Becky had a bright idea

D inah was not a Christmas cook. Her ...

Betty Middleton had only moved in two weeks earlier, but already she was starting to annoy me with her frequent knocks at my back door. “Would you like a slice of my lemon drizzle? It’s home-made!” No

JENNA had a length of Christmas-themed fabric. She had used it previously to cover the table of her market stall, and was willing to sacrifice to help beautify Santa’s Grotto. It was patterned with al