The christmas that

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

I bagged myself a hubby from Santa’s grotto

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

When I woke up, I’d missed Christmas. But why?

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Santa’s really got his work cut out with my brood...