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RIGHT, Pol, I’ve got a doozy for you this week.” Alex Harford beamed as Polly returned from her lunch break. Her heart sank. She knew only too well what that smile meant. Alex beamed more widely. “You
ELLEN was expecting someone else entirely when Hugh walked into the Black Horse. She dropped the cloth she’d been using to polish the bar and flashed her best welcoming smile. “Hi Ellen,” Hugh greeted
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’
AS the bell jangled, Kit had a feeling it would be his mystery blonde. She was slight, her summer tan fading, with hair that in a certain light appeared almost greenish like, he supposed, unripened wh
HELLO!” A young woman with red curly hair bounded up as Millicent and Barbara headed to the church, laden with fruit, flowers and foliage. Observing her brightly coloured sweater, hand-knitted chunky
I WAS a nightmare in the early days of my marriage, I admit it. I’d met Johnny on a skiing holiday in Courchevel, where we’d both gone with groups of chums. Johnny was the most daring of us and the be