The barcelona job

THE train was slowing. Augustine Brown looked again at the letter in her hand. Exciting news! her sister Cordelia had written. “An unexpected guest at the hotel: Maria Mironova. Exciting news indeed.

I’M so glad we came. Isn’t Croatia wonderful?” Maria nodded, setting down her espresso cup and taking a bite of fritule – a fried pastry like a small doughnut, coated in icing sugar. She and her good

J e ss left work on the dot, ...

Keith screamed as he leapt out of the way. The wild-looking animal glared at him, gave a loud grunt and bared its sharp teeth. That was more than enough for Keith. Any ideas of bravery or overcoming h

Clara had to get away from her lying ex – but would he get his just deserts?

Oh, Bea, not daytime telly again! It’s a beautiful bright day and you’re holed up in a darkened room watching garden makeovers when your own garden is crying out for some attention.’ Bea sighed and cl