Rescuing Hearts: A Slow Burn Lesbian Romance (Signed Paperback)

Pages : 264
ISBN : 9614622000167
Weight : 258g
Dimensions : 127 x 15 x 203 mm

Flight attendant Kristi has perfected the art of avoiding connections—one night stands in far-off cities are her specialty. But when she meets pediatric surgeon Fenna during a flight to Costa Rica, something shifts in her carefully guarded heart.
Their passionate encounter was supposed to be nothing more than a memory, until fate brings them together again and again. Despite Kristi's determination to keep her distance, Fenna's warmth and compassion begin to crack the walls she's built around herself.
What Fenna doesn't know is that Kristi carries a devastating secret—haunted by her family's medical history, she's terrified of offering someone a future she might not have. And just as Kristi begins to open up, tragedy strikes Fenna's family, testing the fragile bond between them.
From high-altitude chance meetings to heartbreaking hospital corridors, their journey proves that sometimes the most broken hearts are the ones most worth rescuing. Will Kristi find the courage to embrace the love she deserves, or will fear rob them both of the chance at happiness?
Rescuing Hearts is a poignant, steamy romance about finding the courage to love when it feels safest to run. Perfect for fans of emotional love stories with found family themes, medical drama, and characters who heal each other's deepest wounds.

- Forced proximity
- Age gap romance
- Commitment-phobe falls hard
- Found family
- One night stand to lovers
- Slow burn
- Dogs! Lots of dogs!

The thing about dogs is that they are always pleased to see you, and, with a wag of a tail and a slobbery kiss, they can ground you even after the hardest days. I had a girlfriend with very similar attributes a while back, although she was less loyal. It turned out she'd let anyone tickle her behind the ears.
I think I'd like to come back as a dog, not as a stray, or even a pampered pooch being paraded around in a purse, but just as a regular family dog: playing with the kids, protecting them from intruders and stuff. I could be the modern day Lassie, saving everyone so they could live happily ever after. We'd go on hikes together, or swim in the lake.
"I think I'm going to puke!"
Startled, I turn to the dark-haired woman next to me, wondering what's so wrong with wanting to be a dog in my next life. Realizing she isn't telepathic, but rather about to relieve her stomach of all its contents, I grab the flattened white paper from the seat pocket in front of me and, with one quick flick of my wrist, snap it open. Being a quick-draw barf bag champion is a lifesaver in my job.
One giant heave, and the passenger next to me has what looks to be carrots shooting out her mouth and distressingly (for me at least) down her nose. Why do carrots never digest? Even if you've not eaten carrots for a week, they're always in the mix.
"Are you okay?" I ask apprehensively. She nods then wipes the back of her hand across her mouth, stretching a thick, gloopy line of snot and saliva. I try not to grimace, unsuccessfully, but I doubt she notices as the next eruption seems to start from her toes, gathering speed as it rises. Seriously, of all the seats someone could have allocated me, they sat me here? My sigh is silent as I rub the small of her back and pull her hair out of the corner of the bag. Now I need a tissue. We both need a tissue, or a pack of them.
"The worst might be over," I suggest, watching her pluck a piece of carrot from her left nostril. Thankfully, it stuck to her finger. "Hang on, I think I have---" With my clean hand, I pull my rucksack from below the seat in front of me, clasping it between my knees. Rummaging in the front pocket, I find my packet of tissues.
"You might want this." I offer her the tissue, which she takes with a shy smile. Is it weird to find someone cute even when they have vomit drool plastered over their face? I distract myself from contemplating the answer by using another tissue from the pack to wipe my fingers. It's not ideal but it'll do until I can get to the washroom.
An audible ping grabs my attention, and I look up. They have switched the seatbelt sign off and as if by magic, my colleague Tamara appears, shimmying up the aisle in a tight dark dress, no doubt attracted by the not so subtle retching which has been keeping everyone entertained for the last ten minutes.
"Is she okay?" Tamara mouths the words while looking at me, and I glance at the woman next to me, who is still wiping thick mucus from her face. I nod, although I imagine my expression doesn't follow through with the positive vibe.
"Would you like some water?" Tamara asks, leaning across and tapping the woman's shoulder. The woman jumps, and so does Tamara, but then she nods.
"I'll get you a glass. You're lucky to be sitting next to Kristi. Has she told you she's cabin crew? She's usually up front helping me look after all the passengers, but she's got herself a vacation---and she still can't keep away." The woman next to me smiles, first at Tamara and then at me. Yup, even covered in snot and regurgitated carrot, she's cute.