The one-lunch guy

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

SO, how have you been?” Jen took a sip of her coffee and looked expectantly at her friend. “Fine,” Elsa answered. “Oh, come on. There must be more than that. What about the dishy dentist?” “Hopeless,”

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

Hannah and Matt needed a fresh start, but could they really put the past behind them?

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

OK? Ready?” “Yep.” Fi smiled at Brand. She then picked up the bags full of presents, hoping her face had been convincing. There had been a time when she’d loved these family gatherings at Christmas bu