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Could this Cornish escape help Iris reclaim her lost self?
By Jane Johnso
INGLEFIELD Publishing Group, Primrose Barry speaking, good morning.” Primrose heard the coins drop at the other end of the line. Someone calling from a telephone kiosk. “Primrose?” Hearing her sister’
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
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
YOU shouldn’t be here, I’m afraid. It’s private property,” Rosamund said distractedly, hearing footsteps behind her and barely glancing at the man approaching the house. She’d only arrived at Riverdal
Where are we going to have supper exactly?” Trisha’s husband, Henry, asked in a resigned tone. Trisha looked up from the basket she was stuffing with oasis and gazed around the kitchen. The island uni
ELEANOR awoke with a start from a dream. Then she realised gradually, and with immense relief, that it was only a dream. It was one of the same sort that had been disturbing her sleep for some time. T