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Thriller writer Erin Kelly recommends the reads you need when you want to let loose

IN THEIR 1980 SONG OF THE SAME NAME, THE J. Geils Band sang, “Love stinks,” and boy, they weren’t kidding. In love, there are no guarantees. Infidelity, free-floating resentment, mutual loathing, gard

‘IT’S NOT A chest, not a butt, it’s not a torso — it’s a butt-chin,” says artist Jwan Yosef in his charming, beautifully polite speaking manner. “It’s fun for me to abstract body parts of mine that ar

ANOTHER look at the dashboard clock: 21.06. The plane’s due to leave in under two hours. With the turn-off for the airport within sight, I ease on to the accelerator, suppressing a groan as the cars i

IT’S ONE THING for two guys to click in bed. Quite another to make it on the road. For six weeks I’d been sharing a single bed with a hot scientist in the middle of England. Was it too soon for Paris?

IT was a fine, windy day in September, and Rosalind Aston had an odd feeling that she was in love. The emotion was new, and she could not be sure, but she luxuriated in it as she walked towards the ha