Marcia tapped Jamie on the shoulder. ‘You might want to see these.’ She handed him an envelope. Jamie opened the envelope. ‘When were you...

‘Why you driving so fast?’ ‘We’re being followed.’ ‘Gray?’ ‘No, Layla.’ ‘Layla? That woman I worked with?’ ‘There’s something I should...

The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive. No-one knew the full story of what went on there. She’d gone and...

As he flicked through the letters, a small, handwritten envelope caught his attention. His heart began to thump... The familiar scrawl...

I originally wrote this blog post for R E Loten's blog last year. I have edited it slightly. The question came up in a Facebook group...

Stan Brown was found wandering in the streets as a two-year-old child. He was taken in and raised by the Browns as one of their own. In...

Thanks, Lily, for inviting me to be part of your guest author feature. When and how did you start writing? I've been writing since my...

Betty loved her childhood home on Ancona Street. The property was built as a home for the Earl of Strathmore. His earldom had come by...

More and more people were refusing to obey the laws of the land. Of course, knowing what they were might have helped that. King Juan was...

There was a legend about the well in the garden. Mrs Storey, aptly named as she always had one, told me in the Post Office queue. ‘You...