Tara stared blankly at the Christmas tree. The fir was a last-minute purchase from the garden centre. She hadn’t decided whether to decorate it. In the armchair opposite hers, where Hugh would normall

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

With their husbands’ feud set to ruin Christmas, it was time for Carol and Rita to step in…

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

Gina stomped down the stairs, her dressing gown buttoned right up to her throat. In the kitchen, she found Trevor, staring into space, a mug of coffee and a plate of toast on the table in front of him