Love and War

By Max Hudson

A War Hero. 
A Broken Man.
A Secret Love.

It’s been a long few years for Charlie Harris. After being drafted into the Navy in October 1940 after the outbreak of World War Two, a horrific bomb explosion has left him alone, confused and injured in a London he barely recognizes anymore. Charlie has always been a stubborn man, who refuses to accept help from anyone. But will he be able to change his ways when he’s faced with the ultimate choice – accept help or accept life confined to a hospital bed? In 1944, Charlie doesn’t have many options left. A revolutionary wheelchair has changed his life, but Charlie is totally lost with no family or friends to comfort him. The days tick by, melding into one another and the decorated war hero has lost all sense of hope and purpose. That is, until a stranger by the name of Blaine Avery decides to shake things up. Blaine is a physiotherapist, and a good one at that, even if his methodology is a little on the unusual side.

In a time when homosexuality is still punishable by life imprisonment, will Charlie ever be able to accept his newfound feelings, and, more importantly, forgive himself? Has the God that he has revered and cherished for so many years finally abandoned him for good to no-one, like Charlie has always feared? Or will Blaine be able to satisfy his fears without Charlie having to leave behind his life and his religion?

Please Note: This book contains some sexually explicit scenes & may contain course language, it is intended for 18+ Adults Only. This is a short story, approx. 10,000 words in length. It has a HEA (happy ever after ending) & does not end with a "cliffhanger".

• Language: English
• Publisher: Max Hudson
• Release date: Feb 20, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386419686

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Love and War

M/M First Time Gay Romance

Max Hudson

© 2017

Max Hudson

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This book is intended for adults (18+) only. The contents may be offensive to some readers. It contains graphic language, explicit sexual content, and adult situations. Please do not read this book if you are offended by such content or if you are under the age of 18.  All sexually active characters are 18+.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner & are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.  Cover images are licensed stock photos, images shown for illustrative purposes only. Any person(s) that may be depicted on the cover are models.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter One

Okay, Charlie?

I don’t even raise my head anymore to greet the nurse at the front desk. She’s seen me every day for three goddamn years. You think if I was ‘okay’, I’d be visiting this godforsaken hospital every day, every goddamn day, like I have nothing better to do with my time? I suppose I shouldn’t be rude, it’s not her fault. She’s just doing her job. I shouldn’t be angry at her.

I look at her. For the first time, I really look at her. As a woman. Her long dark hair is scraped back in a bun, held tight with pins, but a few stray hairs have escaped. She moves to tuck them behind her ear as she works, but they just bounce back to where they once were. She perseveres, knowing that attempts are futile, and yet, she doesn’t stop. She has shocking green eyes, like a fresh-cut lawn, hidden behind thick rimmed glasses. She mustn’t be married, or else she wouldn’t be working, but a pretty girl like her can’t be alone either. She would be pretty, beautiful even, out of her uniform and on a dance floor. I take a second and imagine taking her out dancing. I’d curl her hair around my fingertips, and her laugh would tinkle louder than any ivories as I dip her head back, kiss her neck.

That can never happen. Not anymore. Not ever. I scowl, not at her, but at the ground. It’s not her fault. It’s Hitler’s fault. I shouldn’t be upset with her, with me, with anyone over what that blasted,