Noah
Rich. Confident. Thriving.That was me right up until my father walked in on me and a one-night stand and yeeted me out of our family home. So, things are going amazingly well as you can see. Now I'm sleeping on my best friend's couch, dodging his boyfriend's glares, and pretending this is all part of the Noah Gaitlin five year plan.Then I find the perfect room to rent... moreNoah
Rich. Confident. Thriving.That was me right up until my father walked in on me and a one-night stand and yeeted me out of our family home. So, things are going amazingly well as you can see. Now I'm sleeping on my best friend's couch, dodging his boyfriend's glares, and pretending this is all part of the Noah Gaitlin five year plan.Then I find the perfect room to rent. It sounds too good to be true and comes with a roommate who looks like the tattooed bad decisions I read about in my romance novels. Jamie is quiet, broody, and built like sin. He also gives "emotionally unavailable with a tragic backstory" vibes. Apparently, this is my new type. My best friend warns me Jamie is trouble. A neon red flag flapping right in my face.And he's right, Jamie is trouble.The problem?So am I.The spark between us could set the kitchen on fire. I know he feels it. He knows I know he feels it. I'm pretty sure the walls around us can feel it.My best friend says this will end badly. He's probably right.But has that ever stopped me before?Exactly.
Jamie
When my best friend packed up to move in with his boyfriend, he left me alone in an empty apartment I never wanted to fill. I hate change. I tell myself that finding someone is impossible. It's easier than admitting I don't want my friend to leave. Everyone is moving on with their life. I feel stuck.Then Noah walks into my life.One look and I know I'm offering him the room. It's a mistake. Noah is too bright. Too warm. Too . . . him. And just like that I blurt the offer for the vacant room before I can stop the words out of my mouth. And just like that, he's in my space with his romance novels, insane shirts, and bright green eyes. Somehow, he slips past every wall I spent years building out of grief and habit.He shouldn't get to me. I shouldn't want him this much. Noah has a way of finding the splintered pieces I've hidden and holding them in his hands like they're worth something.Like I'm worth something. The thing about old habits is, they don't die. They wait. When my past comes back to haunt me and the demons in my mind start to shadow me, I don't know if I'm strong enough to defeat them. They've taken everything from me before, and I don't know if I'm strong enough to stop them now. Wanting Noah is easy.Keeping him . . . that's the part that might break me.
Splintered Hearts is an 18+ spicy grumpy sunshine romance about a hopeless romantic bookworm trying to rebuild his life and the tattooed introvert who swore he was done with love until him. less