Magic at the market

JENNA arrived at nine o’clock to open up the stall. Since Lily had been working on her dissertation until the early hours of the morning, she was having a lie-in and would arrive later. Jenna wasn’t l

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.

You can’t put that there. It’s not safe!” Emma picked up the heavy sack of colourfully wrapped presents she had just placed on the table and stretched her aching back. The gruff voice was coming from

LITERALLY no jobs come in over the Christmas period,” Jenna said. Lola Everett looked into her sister’s face, which was like her own but six years younger. “But is that true?” she asked. Jenna had a h

HER phone pinged with the e-mail while she was lying on the beach. The Greek sun blazed down from – well, being a writer, it was second nature for Amy to think about how she would describe the blue sk

It looked like a bleak Christmas for all – until Becky had a bright idea