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Blood - Diary Of A Hypnotherapist
‘I’ll pay whatever you ask, you have to help me.’ A distraught Aileen begged, tears trickling to her chin. I signalled gently with my arm for her to take a seat and nudged the box of tissues closer to her. Taking a gentle deep breath in and out, I sat down on my slightly more comfortable and marginally higher chair. Not wanting to break her flow, and in the hope that she might be able to give me some insight as to why she was in my office at 10.30 on a Wednesday morning,
withcaroline2
Nov 266 min read


The Pink Walk Of Fuseta
Stealing kids had happened by accident. A leftover one in the backseat of a stolen car had started it. When Helena handed the 4x4 over to Paulo and mentioned the five-year-old, he raised an eyebrow, licked his lower lip lasciviously and added an extra hundred to her share. It was only as she went to step away with the cash that she realised with sudden clarity the most likely next outcome for the child. Reluctantly dropping her hand from the exit door handle with a sigh, she
Caroline Anderson
Nov 36 min read


The Sea - Of Despair
Alastor’s remaining eye opened wide as the blade sliced through his windpipe then pinned him across the tiller, separating two vertebrae of his thoracic spine. Lifeblood seeped from his throat into a hovering pewter bowl until it overflowed, dripping to the deck. A sail flapped as a fresh breeze began to stir the plate-glass sea. As the moon slid out and up from the mist hovering over the water, Verity became visible, hazy like dust. A halo of light from behind her head lent
withcaroline2
Oct 146 min read


Embracing the Good Life in the Algarve: On The Fence
Good Life Algarve Years ago, Mark and I bought a cottage back in the Algarvian hills behind Faro near the town of Sao Bras de Alportel ....
withcaroline2
Sep 173 min read
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