Never going to dance again

Maybe it was time for Conrad to loosen up a little

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

Georgie lived to dance – and now her dream job was within her grasp

Have you met our new neighbour yet?’ Paul asked, walking into the kitchen and idly popping a grape into his mouth. ‘Just moved in, two doors down. She’s French and a real looker.’ ‘In what way?’ Laura

A commotion outside her flat aroused Sarah’s suspicions. Just what was her fella up to?

An encounter with a handsome stranger left Georgia in a spin