Until he crashlands on the Wynne Farm near St Anne, Alderney, Edmund Bolton will have insisted the most prudent thing about himself is his medical degree and his willingness to fight fascists. But of course it’s that island, and that farm – and that family.

Aidan Wynne is tortured by the shame of others and tormented by a freedom he feels he can never possess. Until the handsome military doctor with far too much understanding and far too little self-preservation comes to turn his life on its head.

The war makes fighters of all affected, but none so much as the lovers and those who must love quietly. Often, the fray has less to do with weaponry and bloodshed, and everything to do with keeping tame a passion that seeks to send the world up in flames without burning oneself up in the process.

”Once more into the fray,
into the last good fight I’ll ever know.
Live and die on this day,
live and die on this day.”

Fray is created by Li Walt, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

FRay

“No, my name is not Du P— Oh, my stars! Just let me phone someone, will you?” 


The receptionist hands Edmund the phone indignantly, as though she isn’t the entire reason for his temper. 


He’d honestly thought the registrar’s office to be the last battle he’d have to fight on the road to reentering the medical field, but it appears whatever karmic entity exists to bring misfortune to those who hurt others just hasn’t quite finished with him. 


He may be deserving of punishment, but when is enough enough?


The phone rings only twice before a gruff, sleep-addled voice grunts down the line, making Edmund smile, despite his frustrations.


“Edmund?” Aidan yawns. “Have you lost your last marble? It’s 8AM!”


He chuckles. “You always were a late sleeper. I do apologise for waking you, love, but I am in desperate need of assistance.”


Chapter 44: My idea of good company...is the company of clever, well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation.