The mystery tour

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

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

BONNIE, darling, it’s been so nice to see you again and reminisce about schooldays. “How is Mr Teddy, by the way? I almost forgot to ask. “But now I must own up.” The invitation to meet Amelia Courtne

Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...

Could broken-hearted Maddie really go on holiday alone?

ANOTHER look at the dashboard clock: 21.06. The plane’s due to leave in under two hours. With the turn-off for the airport within sight, I ease on to the accelerator, suppressing a groan as the cars i