Wounded Hearts'
When a tragic workplace accident lands ambitious engineer Josh in the hospital, his perfectly ordered world begins to unravel. Burdened by the expectations of running his father’s prestigious company, Josh hides his vulnerabilities behind a wall of pride and independence—until he meets Josie, a compassionate nurse with a kind smile and a determined spirit.
Josie’s days at Beacon Health Hospital are spent mending wounds and offering hope, but her own past has left scars that refuse to heal. When fate brings Josh into her care, their connection is immediate yet complicated. Beneath their sharp banter and undeniable chemistry lies a chance for something neither of them expected: a second chance at life and love.
As they navigate the challenges of recovery, career pressures, and personal demons, Josh and Josie find themselves drawn together in ways they can’t ignore. But with secrets lingering in their hearts and the weight of their separate worlds pulling them apart, they must decide if love is worth the risk.
Can two wounded souls find healing in each other, or will the barriers between them prove insurmountable?
**Excerpt**
Josh winced as Josie gently unwrapped the bandages on his arm, revealing the angry red gash beneath. She worked carefully, her hands steady and sure, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Does it hurt much?" she asked, her voice soft but professional.
He looked at her, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than he intended. "Not as much as it did yesterday. Your touch helps," he said, a small smirk playing on his lips.
Josie rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Flattery doesn’t speed up healing, Mr. Josh"
"Josh," he corrected. "I told you, call me Josh."
She nodded, her focus returning to the wound. "Okay, Josh. But you’re still my patient, so let me do my job."
The silence that followed was heavy but not uncomfortable. Josh watched her, noticing how the light caught the strands of hair that had slipped from her bun. She was efficient, focused, yet there was a warmth to her that put him at ease in a way he hadn’t expected.
"You're good at this," he said suddenly.
"At dressing wounds?" she asked, glancing up briefly.
"At making people feel like everything’s going to be okay," he replied, his voice quieter now.
Josie paused, her eyes meeting his. For a moment, the world outside the hospital room seemed to fade away.
"That’s my job," she said softly, breaking the silence. "To make sure you leave here better than you came."
