Emily Taylor

The Blue Vein Oh, how William adored her. He’d lose his wits, standing beneath her window late into the

Happiness at a New Year’s Rate “Thanks, Mum,” Rodion said, pushing back his chair and stretching. “

**A Second Chance** Margaret Whitaker was an ordinary grandmother, with her quirks and flaws.

Marrying a Millionaire The town had nearly shed its winter coat, the pavements crusted with sand and

Happiness at the New Year’s Rate “Thanks, Mum,” murmured Edward, stretching as he pushed

**Forget About Her, Mate** Early on a Sunday morning, Andrew’s phone buzzed. Groggy, he grabbed it, squinting

Alright, so picture this—it’s early morning in the maternity ward, and in walks this lovely obstetrician, Dr.

*Forget About Her, Mate* Early on a Sunday morning, Andrew was woken by a knock. Half-asleep, he grabbed

**A Fair Agreement** Natalie was slipping away slowly, painfully. Her body, exhausted by endless chemotherapy

A Biting Wind and a Spark of Kindness The wind howled through the streets that bitter winter evening