'Liv, I know this is possibly the last thing on your mind right now but my mother...' Ordinarily, I would move from fully reading a paper to half reading it when my husband started that sentence. But when things to do with his mother got dropped into the mix, he got my undivided attention. Aunt Shelly sat perpendicular to me, siding with Judge Judy on the TV. But the full side-on look I gave David, paused both David, Aunty Shelly and Judge Judy. He started again. 'Possibly th

Jess thought she was just James’ plus-one for the evening. But between Charlotte’s barbs, Fredric’s teasing and a walk back to the hotel that turns into a champagne and wine fuelled frolic, it is beginning to look like something out of a movie scene. Sweet Mustard Night is messy, witty and thoroughly irresistible.

Perhaps you've been reading from day one. Perhaps you've only just discovered one of my chapters. The Reading Room is where you dip in, dip out or binge read, fall into a story and stay a while. Either way, I am happy to have you here.