Stolen threads

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

Mary was as good as any lad – and she was going to prove it

An encounter with a handsome stranger left Georgia in a spin

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

BUT surely nobody really truly cares?” Millicent Brewster asked. Her long eyelashes gently rose and fell as she blinked innocently at Madame. Kirsty knew that Millicent had never been on a course like

CAROL pedalled furiously, cursing under her breath as she came to the crest of the hill before the descent to Godley’s factory. Glancing at her watch, she figured she might make it on time if she was