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Fractured Hope
By Kady Cordova

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Hope’s Ridge, Book 1

Can I really escape hell to find all I’ve ever longed for?

Bodhi

Finding yourself is hard. Finding someone you can truly trust is harder.

I have never known what it was like to have a true home or family, let alone real love.

After almost a year of planning, I finally escaped my abusive ex and ran as far away as I could with just the clothes on my back and a handful of cash. When I arrive in the quaint town of Hope’s Ridge, I’m ready to start over and reclaim my life.

When I painfully crash into Atticus’s life, something about him puts me at ease. I’ve never been one to trust, but now I’m in a situation where I have no choice. He might be what I’ve been longing for my whole life.

Atticus

I love my tight-knit town, my big Greek family, and the life I’ve built. I have a successful garage with my brothers and love my job. I have it good, but every now and then I long for a connection. Someone to chase away the loneliness that’s been creeping in. As my brothers like to point out, I am set in my ways and not one for flings, bar hopping, or one-night stands.

When a beautiful man stumbles into my life, I’m blown away. He’s skittish and afraid, but all I want to do is take care of him.

When Bodhi’s ex starts making threats, danger gets ever closer and threatens everything I hold dear. Can I keep Bodhi safe and prove to him he is worthy of love? Or will he run and take my heart with him?

Fractured Hope is a small-town, hurt/comfort, age-gap MM Romance with a broken boy looking for a safe place, a lonely man longing to find his person, and a family full of love, mischief, and colorful characters ready to step in and protect each other no matter the costs.

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Holding Bodhi’s hand in mine, I mulled over everything that had just happened. I’d seen the shift in Bodhi as the doctor went over his wrist injuries and the way he’d just about shut down.

Then, there were the bruises on his ribs.

I’d seen marks like those before. I knew a fist had made them.

His edginess, unease, and anxiousness made a lot more sense now. Someone had done that to him. Anger built inside me, boiling hot, as a fierce protectiveness settled over me. I hated bullies and anyone who laid their hands on someone with malice. Theo had had bruises like that in sophomore year. He hadn’t told us, either. I resolved that Bodhi would be different, that he could talk to me, that I would keep him safe. I needed to gain control and tamp down on my anger. There was nothing I could do. At least, not right now. . . .

My thoughts were interrupted as a young nurse in blue scrubs came in. She smiled at us and went about laying out the materials for the cast, then got to work moving and adjusting Bodhi’s wrist. I was studying him as she narrated her process as if she’d done it a thousand times, all while reassuring him.

He looked exhausted, like he carried more than just the pain and day’s long weariness. He was friendly enough with the nurse but didn’t invite questions, just watched her impassively as she worked.

Midway through his wrist casting, a lady from registration came in to go over the paperwork. She was as stuffy and no-nonsense as you’d expect. Limited empathy.

“We need you to sign your discharge papers and the bill,” she droned. “You have active insurance, which will cover some of your bill, the excess will need to be paid in—”

“Wait!” Bodhi exclaimed suddenly. “No! I don’t have insurance. You can’t use that insurance!” He pulled back from the nurse, smearing wet plaster over his pants, the wheelchair, and the floor; he even splattered the woman from registration, who jumped back, looking disgruntled.

Bodhi was frantic, on his way to a panic attack. “Please, I just need the full bill. No insurance!”

The lady seemed completely confused. “But your insurance will cover—”

“No! No insurance! P-p-please.” He looked like he was going to grab the paperwork from her and rip it up. He was almost hysterical.

I quickly tried to reassure him, placing my hands on his shoulders as I stood and leaned in. “Shh, it’s okay,” I whispered in his ear. “We can work this out. Take a breath for me.”

Turning to the lady from registration, I flashed a smile. “What do we need to do to get the full bill and remove his insurance?”

She went through what she needed for the new paperwork, looking thoroughly pissed at the extra work. Bodhi was still on edge, breathing heavily. It was easier to give them the garage’s address than to try and get any relevant information out of Bodhi right now. I also gave them the office number, too, since I hadn’t seen Bodhi with a cell phone. I had to wonder if he even had one.

I quickly went through the paperwork, ensuring that the woman made a note to not use his insurance and confirmed the new billing address. I hoped he would let me help him out when the bill came in.