A writer’s retreat

Could broken-hearted Maddie really go on holiday alone?

Ellie’s new friend made a suggestion – and it was bloomin’ marvellous

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods

And so it was that the fair Lady Joanna spurned her betrothed and fled from the castle in the dead of night, her faithful man-at-arms by her side. Off the lovers ran, into the depths of Howe Acre wood

ELLA stood in the church porch, chatting nervously to the other bridesmaid. They were waiting for Julia, the mother of the bride. Ella had glanced inside the church when she first arrived to check whe

ELLA read the e-mail again. So, Stuart was missing her. And of course, she was missing him. Terribly. Her finger felt naked without the diamond she’d been so thrilled with. Yet he’d still taken a job