OUABACHE, Indiana. Sheriff Claire Williams pressed the accelerator of her 1931 Model A to the floorboard. She was beginning to close in on Jimmy Mackellar. She had been pursuing his green truck for ov

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

NORMA sat on her parents’ sofa and sipped her tea. It was Saturday afternoon, one of her favourite times of the week. She’d finished work at the newsagents at lunchtime and now, she had a relaxing aft

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

CALEB didn’t know how he’d found himself in this position, or how he was suddenly looking forward to it. He just couldn’t help himself from smiling as he got ready for Sadie’s wedding. The last weddin

IT’S perfect,” I said. “Just think of all the time I’ll save on commuting. I’ll even be able to come home for lunch if I want to.” Mum didn’t look convinced. Of course, she was pleased that I’d found