Magic at the market

THESE new candles smell divine, Auntie.” Lily took the lid off a tin containing a Gingerbread Hug scented candle and inhaled. “Thanks,” Jenna said. “Cosy Cinnamon’s my favourite of the new collection.

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...

Maggie peered over her reading glasses and tutted. The date stone over the front door of The Rookery was covered in ivy. Another precious clue lost. Now she had only five for the treasure hunt she’d p

ISOBEL had known that living in her old childhood home would bring back memories. However, she never expected so many, or for them to be so vivid. Sometimes, in the last minutes before waking, she ima

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her

Angela was in a far-from-festive fix – but her luck changed after an encounter with someone special