Discover the passionate and heartwarming journey of love and healing in "Healing His Heart". Hollywood heartthrob Ronan Anders, hidden behind the facade of David Anderson, is thrust back into the world after years of solitude when his closest friend seeks him out. Forced to confront his grief, guilt, and responsibilities, David meets Tiffany Collins, a woman with an uncanny insight and irresistible charm.
Tiffany, puzzled by her friend’s decision to bring a seemingly homeless man to help run a halfway house, can't help but be drawn to David. As secrets threaten their safety and a troubled teen needs their aid, David struggles to keep his past hidden while navigating his growing feelings for Tiffany.
Torn between unraveling David's mysteries and giving him the space he needs, Tiffany discovers a deep connection she never thought possible. As they become unexpected roommates, layers of resistance and secrets begin to fall away, paving the path to healing—and perhaps, love.
"Healing His Heart" is a contemporary romance that explores the depths of human emotions, the power of trust, and the transformative magic of love. Join Ronan and Tiffany on their emotional journey to uncover the true essence of healing and connection.
Together, we are braver.
Together, we are stronger.
Together, we can change a life’s course.
Of course, to come together we need enough courage to take a first step on our own. A step that could put us in the path of someone whose influence we most desperately need.
Someone able to listen to a heart’s whisper or a soul’s plea or a teen’s anger.
Someone willing to see beyond themselves, to wrap us in their arms, and carry us from the darkness.
Someone patient enough to wait for the perfect moment and to then recognize that moment and embrace the moment for change.
Who will open your heart?
Who will change your life’s course?
Chapter One Excerpt
Broken Bend was an old home in Los Angeles that served as a safe place for people rebuilding their lives after being derailed by damaged pasts. As the story went, Johnny Shaw, a local war veteran, had gotten a taste for helping people after co-founding a local soup kitchen. In addition to feeding those in need he’d built a refuge for those looking for a fresh start. He’d then run the house until his death.
Weighed down with the first of many loads of groceries, Tiffany Collins, Broken Bend’s Resident Coordinator entered the house’s kitchen. “I don’t know how we managed the grocery shopping before online ordering and curbside pickup.”
“Don’t you wish we could order by the pallet?” Toni Shaw, her boss and best friend, chuckled from where she loaded the dishwasher. When Toni contacted Tiffany all those months ago, twenty-three months to be exact, and asked her to help manage the place Tiffany wasn’t sure if returning would affect her own recovery. It had, though not as she’d expected. The affect had been positive, very positive; helping people heal offered its own kind of healing.
Her physical wounds had healed clean with minor scarring. Her emotional wounds were pretty well under control, if she didn’t count nightmares and occasional flashes of survivor’s guilt.
“Especially if the service included inside delivery. I’ve witnessed crime scenes less chaotic than the store’s parking lot.” Tiffany hefted the bags onto the white quartz kitchen countertop. “Speaking of crime scenes…”
A blood stain dripped down the side of the white stained cabinets. A gentle touch transferred some of the sticky mess to Tiffany’s fingertip. She licked the corn syrup concoction off her finger and smiled at Ethan Price. “Does this mean you finished your class project, Ethan?”
At first glance people assumed Ethan was an average, surly white teenager with a grudge against his parents. His reality was wrapped in complexities shadowed by undercurrents of abandonment and racism. Deep beneath the boy’s Kevlar exterior beat a gentle heart that only the younger kids in the house coaxed free. And only when he thought no one was watching.
Ethan barely moved on his barstool as he shot Tiffany his patented scowl before jerking his head toward the human heart he’d built for health class. It was progress that he suppressed his open hostility.
“Does it look done?” He dragged out his syllables, so he sounded almost ghetto, though he’d lived his entire life, until recently, in the lap of perceived refinement and luxury.
“Ethan,” she stepped away from the groceries to evaluate the boy’s project. “This is seriously awesome.”
“Mom’s right. It’s stupid. My teacher will agree.”
“We’ll deal with that if it comes to it.” There had been a few run-ins with Ethan’s science teacher. Ethan didn’t take the time to choose words intended to soften a blow. He’d practiced his powers of frustration on his teachers. “Did you get the pump to work?”
“No.”
“Help me unload the groceries, and we’ll work on it together when we’re done.”
“Don’t bother. It won’t make a difference.” The last time she and Ethan had talked about the project he’d shown real excitement about the idea of building a heart around a balloon that he could make pump. Someone had gotten in his head and dimmed the flame.
His mom, most likely. She wasn’t known for building him up. At sixteen, Ethan knew, at least intellectually, that he shouldn’t give another person the power to make him doubt himself. Life and crappy parents had a way of undermining intellect.
Tiffany’s time at Broken Bend, as a resident and now as the coordinator, suggested the project could be a turning point for him, if it was successful and he allowed himself to be proud of it. Even if he didn’t admit it vocally.
She refused to let him give up on the project. “We’ll work on it together. And don’t sass me.”
“Sass ain’t what I do.” A tiny touch of humor tinted his voice. “What do you know about making a heart pump?”
Giving him a what-did-I-just-say look she answered, “More than you’d think.”
