Melinda had loved this place on sight but it would never feel like home to him. How could it? Since the night of the event—August 4, 2012: it would be forever scorched onto his memory—he could regard it as nothing but an elaborate trap. They had found him: it didn’t matter if it was in a castle o...
From the bell tower, a deep clang resounded. In the heart of the Quartier Latin, Collège de Sainte-Marthe de Paris was the most prestigious and exclusive boarding school in the French capital, if not in Europe. It was set apart from the standard education system and reserved for those with elite ...
It had been a shitty morning at his downtown office: he’d spent most of it in talks with aggressive publicists, and on top of that the air-conditioning was out. Marty dialled his secretary. ‘Jennifer, can we get this thing fixed? I’m sweating like a goddamn pig in here.’ H...
She had told herself she wouldn’t but in the end she couldn’t help it. She killed the channel as soon as his win was confirmed.‘You should go to him, you know,’ advised Polly, curled up on the sofa with a tub of Ben & Jerry’s. ‘Tell him how you feel.’Once, Robin would have denied having any f...