Excerpt
Granny’s Secret for Perfect Vegetables

Rivalry was fierce amongst the villagers over this wretched vegetable competition, but sabotage was going too far. Pam peered at the man sprinting between the overgrown hedges. The only place the back lane led from was her cousin’s vegetable patch.
Leaning on the chipped porcelain sink, she craned her neck to see. Halted by the gate, he checked over his shoulder. She tried to duck behind the summer dust smearing her cousin’s kitchen window, but the movement must have caught his eyes. He looked straight at her. With a sharp glance back up the lane, he brushed his fingers over his lips then made a throwing gesture at her. Another look around, then he vaulted the gate. Two huge dogs hurdled it after him.