The pumpkin patch rivalry

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

CALLEY’S in the potting shed transplanting spindly tomato seedlings. Her fingers are brown with compost and her nose is full of their beautiful vine-y scent. Dan pops his head around the door. “I don’

It’s just one of those things that can’t be helped.” Dad’s voice was muffled, his head in the understairs cupboard. “But I’m meant to be going shopping with Hannah and Evie this afternoon.” Chloe stoo

Do you like your romances to be a mixture of sweet treat and spicy sauce? Comforting and cosy, like a frothy latte, but with an added espresso shot of unfiltered sensuality? If that’s your idea of rea

Flora looks around, half expecting to see him working alongside the other men although he’s been gone some ten seasons now. She rolls her shoulders, stiff from bending to tie the sheaves. The air ripp

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’