Jennifer J. Coldwater

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Crappy timing. Great chemistry.

Timing is everything in love, isn’t it? And for Holland Gallagher, the fiercely independent young widow in Holland, My Heart, timing has never been on her side. In one of the book’s most memorable moments, Kai Ipu, the swoon-worthy Black-Samoan CEO who’s smitten with her, apologizes for their “crappy timing.” But Holland, with her signature sass, assures him with a touch of flirtation that their time will come—and she leaves him quite literally pouring cold water on his desires.

This scene perfectly encapsulates the push-and-pull of Holland and Kai’s slow-burn romance. It’s about more than just sizzling chemistry—it’s about two people learning how to meet each other where they are, despite the challenges life has thrown at them. Holland isn’t just figuring out how to love again; she’s finding herself again.

That’s why the Studying Ruth journal is the perfect companion to Holland, My Heart. Like Holland, Ruth from the Bible faced heartbreak and uncertainty, but she also found resilience, hope, and new beginnings. The journal invites you to reflect on themes of loyalty, love, and second chances, helping you dive deeper into both Holland’s story and your own.

Whether you’re drawn to Holland’s wit, Kai’s unwavering devotion, or the lessons of grace and growth woven through their story, this bundle offers something special. It’s a perfect gift for anyone who loves a romance filled with humor, heart, and a touch of heat.

Are you ready to discover why Holland, My Heart is a story worth savoring—and how Studying Ruth can help you reflect on the beauty of second chances? Grab your bundle now and let these stories inspire you to embrace love, timing, and all the magic in between.

"I’m sorry we always have such crappy timing.” I wink at her and put a loving hand on her jaw.

“I’m pretty sure,” she says, running her hand over my chest, then down my abs, then over the length of my erëction through my shorts, “that our timing is going to be great someday.” She dances her eyebrows at me, turns on her heel, and marches out of the kitchen. I pour her entire bottle of ice-cold water over my head.