Her first kiss

DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch

Could broken-hearted Maddie really go on holiday alone?

Just the sight of the lighthouse lifted Alison’s heart. Still gleaming white, perched on the cliffs above the choppy North Sea, it stood as a beacon of hope – or something like that. She had always lo

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods

A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys

They had made memories there – a place of love and hope