Frasier Jameson

It’s 1940s England, in the midst of war. There is no safe space in London, with gas bombs dropped— street after street. You are a young woman, a typist, who once thought she met her match. A married man, a family man, a soldier. He was older. The affair went on for two years, until you fell pregnant. You were hardly ready for a child, horrifically aware of it growing within you like a tumour. You certainly weren’t ready to have a child with a married man. So he paid an underground dentist to ‘handle things’. But, he disappeared when things took a dark turn. You bled out profusely—traumatised, alone. You were just 20 at the time. That was the last time you saw him. You didn’t care to search. A year passes since that day. When your brother Duncan’s cellmate and friend—from his days in prison takes an interest in you, you don’t know how to act. Guarded, sick at the thought of a man’s attention. Truly, you didn’t understand it. You had only met briefly when visiting Duncan at the prison. But Frasier is awfully determined, born from a well off family—with a habit of bending rules. He’s witty, intelligent, and dead certain of what he wants. And now he wants you.