Signals from the heart

KEIRA re-read the address on the envelope. It was Valentine’s Day and the bags on her trolley were laden with more than the usual number of red and purple envelopes. It was safe to assume they contain

ME? Post a Valentine’s card to a man – for you, Miss Dora?” Ellen, Dora Luscombe’s maid, gasped, her brown eyes wide with disbelief and curiosity. Studying her young mistress, bereft of her father jus

AS their Morris Minor drew up before the Green Gables Hotel, Clarice Rayne heaved a sigh. Not only was it luxury to travel to the seaside in their own transportation, but she was here with her husband

NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s

ON a grey Monday morning, Jessie walked down the steps of the Sheriff Court in Stirling, her face burning with shame. At her side, a rather worse-for-wear Robert tried to screen her from the camera fl