On the walk home, Ry cursed himself and his decision, which was made hastily in the days after he’d bought the pub. He’d been in a meeting with David and they’d got talking. Ry was buzzing about his acquisition and, before he knew it, the invitation had been issued and accepted. And now the Winte...
Cady was in the back of Cady’s Cakes in the gleaming stainless steel kitchen, mixing up a batch of something new—her version of a traditional, buttermilk pound cake but turned into individual cupcakes. She had needed the distraction of concentrating on something other than the mountain and the fi...
You cannot, I repeat, cannot sit here on your sofa and watch movies.’ ‘Yes I most definitely can.’ Stella kicked out her legs and rested them on a pillow on her coffee table, waving off Summer’s pleading. She had a glass of sauvignon blanc in one hand, her first taste of wine in a week, and the r...
Tourist season was in full swing. The pub was groaning with people for lunch and dinner and for drinks at every hour in between. Traffic on the esplanade felt like Adelaide’s peak hour, all day. The beach below was filled with life and people and summertime. Sandcastles were being constructed wit...
She was thirty-two, not a rookie anymore. She’d interviewed her fair share of famous people. Well, semi-famous people. Mayors, politicians, minor pop stars, and the occasional television celebrity chef. One of them had even hit on her, despite the fact that he’d brought his wife along to the inte...
The night before, Anna had attended a community celebration with a man who was most definitely not her husband. Somewhere between sunset and sunrise, she’d caused a scandal, left before the happy couple with the man who was most definitely not her husband, and had been swept away by a man she was...
She’d walked away from the petrol station with the wind at her back, the firm knowledge that he was checking her out as she walked away, and a million feelings whirling in her head. All his nice and kind and considerate, not to mention handsome, was freaking her out a little. She’d learnt the har...
‘I know, Mom,’ Maggie pulled herself back from her mother’s warm embrace. ‘Half of me wants to sob for him. The other half wants to kill him. How could he have kept this a secret from me?’ ‘Would you like another piece of chocolate cake while you think about it?’ Maggie nodded and pushed her crum...