“To think how thrilled she was when she took the job to have to sign the Official Secrets Act. It seemed so deliciously cloak and dagger, and she thought she'd become privy to important national secrets, or at least something interesting. But it's all piffle, baffling as hell and twice as boring.” WarRomanceDarkMemoryHistorical FictionYearningHauntingFamily DramaForbidden ConnectionsPost Trauma Book:A Particular Man Source: A Particular Man
“When she entered the sitting room she was not at first noticed. The music had changed now, to something slower, and the women were dancing; Harri’s dark head against the breast of Gwen’s white shirt, Gwen’s hand low on Harri’s back. Gwen’s eyes were closed and the look on her face, serene and blissful, sent a fright through Clem.” WarFictionDramaPtsd Trauma Survival SurvivorDestuction Book:Blasted Things Source: Blasted Things
“And she comes, she actually bloody well comes, bustling down between the beds, bless her heart, in her best coat and vile black straw hat, more fit for a funeral than anything. He’ll get her another, whatever she wants, the best money can buy. He’s so pleased to see her he could nearly bloody cry.” LoveWarFictionDramaPtsd Book:Blasted Things Source: Blasted Things
“And then came Mrs Fletcher, snapping her scissors, the soft scrunch of the blades through thick hanks, the gradual sensation of lightness. Now every scrap of hair that Powell had touched was gone.” LoveWarDeathDramaDestructionPtsd Book:Blasted Things Source: Blasted Things
“Walking back in the lamp-stained dark, the duckboards greasy and glittering with frost, she wanted to sing, she wanted to scream, she wanted to make love to him, she wanted to die.” LoveWarDramaDestructionLiterary Fiction Authors Book:Blasted Things Source: Blasted Things
“He fingers her stuff, her undies, a stocking. He winds it round his hand, tight silk, unwinds it, lays it back across the chair where it dangles like leg skin.” LoveWarDramaPost War Trauma Book:Blasted Things Source: Blasted Things