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420 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 23, 2021
I don't think I will ever shut up about Heartless. I'll just stop thinking about it for one quick second - as hard as it may be - to give photo finish it's turn to shine.
Cole is grumpy to the maximum, he likes his space clean, he hates people, he doesn't open up easy (it's like looking at a mirror) he doesn't share a lot about himself and being vulnerable is nearly impossible to him as an ex-army soldier who has been dealing with his PTSD for so long.
Enters Violet.
EVERYTHING about a small town romance, in a beautiful farm, filled with horses and a supportive and loving family is HEALING AND THERAPEUTICAL ok.
Being a part of Cole's healing journey was so cozy, emotional and SO ROMANTIC.
We are collectively desperately consuming romance books to escape the burdens of real life, but I just realized how little and how unfrequently I use the word romantic to describe some of the books I read, and this is it.
If you are looking for an extremely romantic, swoony book, with convincing characters, incredibly fluid dialogues, and a world that feels so real that you completely forget you're reading- this is the book for you.
Reader discretion advised: you will want to abandon city life, get your hands dirty on a farm while brushing horses and you will want to have sex in a barn and listen to Shania Twain after the whole ordeal. I don't make the rules, it's Elsie's world. I am just living in it.






“It’s like you’ve seen all my darkest corners and don’t give a shit about them. You’re not scared. You don’t look at me like I’m tragic. You look at me like we’re inevitable.”
Because if I’ve learned anything in the last month, it’s that Cole Harding is a good man. Broken, and sensitive, and so fucking good.
“Because you? Us? I think we’re meant to be. You found me, and I found you. Over and over again. If that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is.”
”I’ve spent so many years feeling undeserving of love, hiding myself from the mere possibility of it, that it feels bizarre to think that I might have found it now.”
“I’m terrified that if someone looks too close, they’ll see what I’m hiding.”
“I want all of her. Every square inch. I want to kiss away past hurts.”
“I’m sorry because I fell in love with you somewhere along the way, and now, I don’t know what to do with that.”
“I know you see yourself as dark. But you aren’t. You’re swirling color, all different shades, a mosaic. You’re complicated and beautiful. And I’m not quitting on you, so you better not quit on me.”
“She’s like sunshine on my face. Warm and bright. I feel like I’ve been living in the shade, in a dark corner, and rather than dragging me kicking and screaming out of it—like so many people have tried to—she’s just shifted over a little bit to share her light.”
“Especially when I get a front-row seat to see the look of pure joy on Violet’s face as she crosses that finish line. Win or lose. She’s always smiling out there. Smiling right at me. Lighting me up. Because she’s my fucking sunshine.”
“You don’t look at me like I’m tragic. You look at me like we’re inevitable.”
My dad and brothers did it to me without even realizing that putting baby sister up on a pedestal was some real patriarchal bullshit.
“I don’t need you to coddle me. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
Frustration surges up in me, fueled by our interaction. Fueled by my embarrassment. I can’t be this close to him right now. “Can you just throw me a fucking bone and not tell me what to do?”
“Drive carefully, please.” His voice is all gravel with a pleading tone to it. I snort and continue to the driver’s side.
He looks shocked, and I don’t care. I need some fucking space.


I don’t like being babied, and I don’t need people treating me like porcelain because I have an injury.
“Let me help you.” His voice is soft, but I don’t want this side of him. I don’t want to be coddled.
“I’m fucked up, Violet. There’s hard work that I need to do. The shit in my head? It doesn’t just get better because I want it to.”
If he’s searching for pity, this isn’t where he’s going to get it. He just told me he loves me, and he’s still dicking around ignoring me?
“Is that your best plan?” He had to go there, didn’t he? Trying to tell me what to do after I’ve been perfectly careful and patient for the past month. Now I’m supposed to keep acting like I’m injured when I’m not?
“It’s my plan. I don’t require your approval to get on a horse that I’ve been put in charge of.”
“No. Don’t. Don’t Violet me. I don’t need your permission to do this. I have races this weekend. I’m riding in those too. I have a dad and three overprotective brothers. I don’t need another one. You know this. So, get on board, or get out of my way.”
“What do you want, Cole?”
“You moved.”
“Yup. My leg is better. So . . .”
I blurt out the part that’s really bugging me. “You didn’t tell me.”
Her head quirks slightly as she grips the door in front of her like it’s a shield. “Didn’t know I needed your permission.”

With a few more steps, I fall to the track at her side, kneeling in the dirt, fingers hovering over her body while tears spring up in my eyes. Relief. Relief so intense. Like I’ve never felt before. “Are you okay? Are you okay?”
“You guys!” Violet shoves my hands off and sits up, frustrated. “If I tell you I’m fine, I’m fine. I don’t need to be handled with kid gloves just because I’m the same size as one.”.....
“Cole. Babe. It’s nice to see you. But I’m working right now. I’m coming to your place when I’m done. Billie, let’s go again.” Her tone isn’t cruel, but it is matter-of-fact.
