Fallen

It was the warm swirling feeling in Evie’s stomach that alerted her. And the weeping. If she didn’t hear from him one day she was desperate, frantic. Her emotions swung from joy to despair on a constant pendulum. She felt present in her body, the surface of her skin buzzing with life and awareness. She … More Fallen

The Duke of Dunstall

A door slammed downstairs and Tom winced. Since his Dad had brought the white Jaguar home, the erratic machine-gun fire of his parents’ arguments had burst through the peace he was used to. ‘Who do you think you are Frank?’ she spat at him. ‘The bloody Duke of Dunstall?’ His Dad hung his head, defeated from … More The Duke of Dunstall