Emily Taylor

A Handful of Blackcurrants Margaret hadn’t made much fuss about New Year’s Eve. Her daughter Emily had

**Second Chance** Margaret Whitaker was your typical grandma, with all her quirks and flaws.

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