📚 Tale Teller Club Press (TTCP)

https://amzn.to/47kZ1SK As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases Welcome to Flash Fiction Love — the new bite-sized romance series from Tale Teller Club Press Each story delivers a two-minute escape into the world of lust, laughter, and modern mischief. In A Latte Starter , the morning coffee queue becomes a stage for accidental chemistry, a ruined shirt, and a flirtation too delicious to forget. Written in the signature Mills & Swoon style by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA , this first instalment marks the launch of our flash-romance collection — where desire meets wit in under a thousand words.  💋 A Latte Starter (A Mills & Swoon Flash Fiction) The morning queue at Brews was a religion. Every disciple had their mantra — extra shot, no foam, half oat, half almond, something unholy with caramel. She stood behind him, silently judging his confidence. Crisp suit. Expensive watch. That faint scent of Canary Wharf arrogance. She looked at the nape of his neck and wonde...

Great Aunt Katherine had been seemingly on her last legs for about thirty years. Since I could remember she had been shrinking and creaking and swaying in the wind. Finally, she was gone and was currently residing in a casket for public viewing before burial later in the day. We had never gotten along. She was caustic and bitter and complained about everything. She irked me to the core. None of us liked her and we seldom got in touch. Mum had fallen out with her years back and the connections rusted and corroded like old batteries. Damage had been done with emotional weaponry and unrepentant intent. But in death people rally together to do their duty and triumphantly, one hopes, they ignore the fallout from the battleground. The undertaker had worked a treat. Great Aunt’s hair was spruced and pompadoured like a grand poodle and someone had done a great job on her makeup. In repose, I thought I saw in her some beauty. I had never seen it before in her. How, I wondered, had I not seen i...