A novel romance

Maybe it was time for Conrad to loosen up a little

THE first thing that met Lily’s eyes, when the lift doors drew back to show the fourth floor open-plan offices of Dill Pickle Design, was a trampoline. There was a huge, black rubber mat embedded in t

I a rrived at the office on a ...

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

CAROL pedalled furiously, cursing under her breath as she came to the crest of the hill before the descent to Godley’s factory. Glancing at her watch, she figured she might make it on time if she was

Have you met our new neighbour yet?’ Paul asked, walking into the kitchen and idly popping a grape into his mouth. ‘Just moved in, two doors down. She’s French and a real looker.’ ‘In what way?’ Laura