The mini digger we hired was bright yellow. It sounded like a bus and belched out black smoke. Phil, looking like he sat upon a child’s toy, aimed it down the garden after the hire company unloaded it

Rachael’s whole world had fallen apart – but surely love would save her?

Mae pulled her car in close to the curb, directly opposite the small two-bedroom bungalow belonging to her grandmother. She paused for a moment. Mae made a conscious effort to visit at least once a we

STAY still,” a strong, male voice commanded from the gloom. The autumn sun was setting on Wildwood Cottage, silhouetting its undulating structure dramatically against a charcoal and orange sky. “Well,

I CANNOT apologise enough for the soup, Miss Porter. I am most dreadfully sorry. “I do believe I need another cook,” Mr Langley said to his dinner guest. He put his spoon down, unable to consume any m

Clare had theories about her friend’s disappearance. Could she prove them to be true?