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Love Without The Lights On

Hopelessly interbred Kate discovers the joys of first love during the Second World War in an English village so secret even its name is censored. Sexual references, bad language. 18+

Overhead the lumbering Lancasters limped back to the airfield, one with a portside engine on fire, one wavering perilously, almost falling from the sky, but most were intact. They just looked – weary.
Kate Harpington-Smythe looked eagerly at each tired ‘plane, hunting for the name on the nose. And there it was! K for Kate! Algy’s ‘plane! If she looked carefully she fancied she could see Algy, the tail-end Charlie, waving at her.
She waved frantically in return, her heart thudding absurdly. He was safe!
Kate helped out on a volunteer basis at the canteen at the airfield at Upp*r F*ttock (the name was top secret, and censored), which was how she had met Algy in the first place. Continue reading

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Eleventh Night

Alix had been through enough men to become highly cynical. She’d had enough six-week relationships to kill her belief in love as a male emotion. When she met Mal she promised herself she wouldn’t fall in love…especially with a man who was writing a book called The Guide To Advanced Bastardry and had turned bonk-em-and-leave-em into an art form! Warning: this story contains sex and bad language. 18+

Mal Jackson was proud of his status as a bastard. Not meaning a person born out of wedlock, but his ability to be a total shit, particularly in the love ‘em and leave ‘em field. He was even writing a book about it: The Guide To Advanced Bastardry. Initially he had started it as a kind of memoir just for himself, then thought that perhaps other people would like to read it. After all, it was humorous, people could relate to it and it explained the difference between the sexes a lot better than Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus. Undoubtedly he’d cop a lawsuit or two if it was ever published, but it would mean that men everywhere could revel in their bastardry. Many did anyway, he knew, but this was one self-help book that might make them feel a lot better about their behaviour. Continue reading

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