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By Marion Clarke Dark Mocha Barbara cradled a warm mug of tea at the kitchen table and swept a crumb of toast from the gingham tablecloth....

By Rebecca Emin, mochaccino - it's gritty and rich at the same time. I spent five months as part of a special tour with my unit. Fiv...

By Jane Black Americano The Arum lilies were beautiful. Stems, brightly green with exquisite cream flowers. She loved the way they curled...

Cinnamon latte By Danielle Smith The smallest dressing room at the rear of the Palace variety bar had been assigned to Dorothy and five ...

Espresso By Lauren Bannister He creeps across the floorboards, quietly cursing each creak for exposing his secret. You clasp your eyes s...

By Mandy James Slowly his consciousness surfaced from the bubbles of a champagne slumber. It took a few moments to realise that the insiste...

I love you, Cindy. I’ve loved from the first day I saw you. Not the day we met; I’d seen you before that, many times. I first saw you in t...