Emily Taylor

That Can’t Be. Her ex-husband’s phone call jolted her awake. Why had she forgotten to mute it?

From the moment he laid eyes on Uncle Jack, eight-year-old Tommy disliked him—no, he downright hated him.

Tommy took an instant dislike to Uncle Jack—no, it was stronger than that. He hated him. Mum, wringing

The Saviour Only about sixty miles remained when his headlights lit up a red car pulled over with its

The phone jolted her awake—her ex-husband’s call. Why had she forgotten to silence it? Instead of saying

My dear friend Daisy Fairweather had a way with words like no other. She was striking, sharp as a tack

My mate Taika Rainbow’s got the gift of the gab, no question. She’s all glam, sharp as a tack, and knows

Every morning at half past four, Eleanor Whitmore arrived at Rose & Thistle, a quaint little bakery

The visitors arrived unexpectedly, and Helen flinched. She was overjoyed to see her son, but that *dragonfly*

**Personal Diary Entry** *November 10th* “Mum, stop lecturing me. Mark and I were planning for a baby