It’s a slow-burn romance based in Queensland, Australia—an aching love. The kind that will leave you longing. The kind that lingers.

The Quiet Between Us explores a love that forms in the rawness of life.
In the quet, tender, messy and heavy moments of life.

It’s real. Soul-wrenchingly real.

If you’re a sucker for romance (because same), then The Quiet Between Us just may be your new favourite.

It’s a dual perspective between:

Ella—The kind of character who walks onto the page already hurting, already building walls, and still—you can’t help but love her. She’s messy, self-protective, kind when she doesn’t mean to be, and so deeply human that writing her felt like reading someone else’s diary.

Cole—He is the steadiness we don’t crave but need. Soft yet masculine. He’s quiet, listens more than he speaks. But when he does? You feel it in your chest. He’s the soft warmth in a blizzard—the safety you never knew you needed.

A LOT. You’ve been warned.

While it isn’t a tear jerker, this book may just crack you open at times. Still.
It might break you, heal you, then have you grinnning like an idiot—all in the same chapter.

The emotional tension and genuine intimacy—between all characters, not just Ella and Cole—is where The Quiet Between Us shines. These characters feel like real people. They will feel like old friends and you’ll grow attached to their stories and that just might hurt. But in the best way.

The title isn’t just fitting—it’s anchoring. It speaks to the tone of my prose, the things left unsaid, the silences that scream and the way moments speak for themselves. The Quiet Between Us isn’t loud. Maybe I am. Okay, yes, I am—but the book doesn’t perform for you. It doesn’t have to. It lets the quiet speak for itself.

And when you reach the end, you’ll understand exactly what I mean by The Quiet Between Us.

Yes. 100%.
But it isn’t a core part of the book.

I haven’t added smut for the sake of it. You can expect a few spicy scenes throughout but each one, in their own unique way, brings more to the story than just sex. They add depth and emotional intimacy, not just physical connection.

So yes, there’s steam—but it’s the kind that means something.
Oh yeah, they’re pretty damn hot too. Not kinky—but spine-tingling, feel-it-in-my-bones hot.