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Conversation candies – sweethearts for Valentine’s Day

She reached into the package and pulled out a yellow candy shaped like a heart. “It’s got something written on it,” she said. “That’s the message. Some people live their lives based on what’s written on a Sweetheart candy. It’s … Continue reading

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Christmas blog tour

Once again Bob the Elf is taking part in the Highway Café Christmas Blog tour. This year he’s eager to show off his wreath building talents: You can build a wreath from scratch, but I find it easier to start … Continue reading

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British Pub Monikers

It was eerily quiet on the street after the friendly clamor of The Horse Under Saddle, despite the fact that it was only eight in the evening. He heard the occasional voice in the distance or the rumble of a … Continue reading

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Happy 100th Birthday Vera Lynn!

“There’s a war on. And as a result whirlwind romances are the order of the day. All of England is full of men and woman falling in love at first sight while listening to Vera Lynn singing about the white … Continue reading

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What’s in a name?

  Andre Barbot, sitting behind the broad mahogany desk that had once belonged to his father, was hard to distinguish in the low light shed by the gas lamp on the corner of the table. (The Key to His Heart: … Continue reading

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Highway Café Christmas Blog Tour

My elf name is Bob. You can take that anyway you like because it’s a palindrome. I like keeping it simple because… …my job at Santa’s Village at the North Pole is name checker.  Of course Santa knows whether it’s spelled … Continue reading

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Corsairs and dangerous men

The stubble on his chin was rough against her face, and she realised she’d never seen him unshaven before. Ludicrous as it seemed after the night they’d spent together, she felt an even higher level of intimacy, as unexpected as … Continue reading

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