A slow-burner love story, this one. Stick around for the sexy fun in later chapters.
London, 1944 It wasn't love at first sight, Ellen thought. I’m not the type of woman to fall in love at first sight; I never have been. Polly, Heather, the glamorous lot - they’re falling head over heels every week. Not me. Too busy in the nurse’s station, cafe, library, or else in bed alone. She examined her wan reflection in one of the cafe’s spoons. Perhaps if I had gone out a few...Read On