Books and covers

THE first thing that met Lily’s eyes, when the lift doors drew back to show the fourth floor open-plan offices of Dill Pickle Design, was a trampoline. There was a huge, black rubber mat embedded in t

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

Maybe it was time for Conrad to loosen up a little

I’D seen an advertisement in my father’s newspaper for women to work on the canal boats. It said applicants should be of a robust constitution. I’m quite robust, so why not? I’d give it a go. “Look, D

Motoring journalist, or quality-assurance final boss?

An encounter with a handsome stranger left Georgia in a spin