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The real treasure for Bess wasn’t the gold and jewellery . . .
BY SARA
BELINDA ran down the lane towards the beach. In the early morning light, the sea was a metallic blue, streaked with amber. She inhaled the air and beamed. It was her favourite time of year – late summ
IT was no fun being dead – particularly when you had a cramp in your leg. Gemma raised her head from the dusty floor, looking for Tarquin. “Do I really have to stay here until the end of the act?” she
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
WHAT d’you reckon, sir?” Sergeant Winner sidled up to his long-time inspector with a worried look. His grey eyes swivelled towards a swelling crowd of newspaper men. Under an early-morning sky which t
A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys
AFTER Louisa’s funeral, her friends and neighbours gathered together in September Cottage. Her home, just like the church had been, was full of autumn flowers. Louisa had been born in September, which