Is 'I Heard You Paint Houses: Frank' Worth Reading?

"Aya, will you accept the job?" Red asked as he stared into Aya's eyes. She blinked, wanting to tell Red to stop looking into her eyes because she could hardly think. She was sitting across the most handsome guy she had ever met, so gorgeous that if his lips kissed her, she might forget that she was here for a job and was under a pretense about her true identity. He shouldn't be her type, but Red's alluring sister. He gave her one chance of a lifetime, making all her problems disappear, but she did not expect to fall in love with him. This was all part of the job he expected her to do well, but the longer she pretended, the deeper she fell in love.

Verity Sinclair is a gifted contemporary painter trapped in a marriage that has been dying for a long time. But the final blow comes when she catches her husband in bed with her older sister—in their matrimonial home. Humiliated and heartbroken, Verity walks away from the life she once tried to save. Then she makes one reckless decision. She seduces Quentin Langford—her ex-husband’s older brother. The ruthless billionaire with a sinful reputation, a dangerous charm, and a world filled with secrets she never wanted to understand. Quentin was supposed to be nothing more than revenge. One night, no emotions, no consequences. But after the divorce, Quentin offers her a life-changing contract: six months of exclusivity. What begins as desire quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Because beneath Quentin’s cold control is a man capable of giving Verity everything she never knew she needed—passion, freedom, and a love intense enough to consume her completely. But just as she begins to fall for him, the past returns to destroy everything. Her ex-husband suddenly wants her back, claiming he cannot live without her. At the same time, a woman from Quentin’s past reappears, threatening the fragile relationship they built together. Now Verity is caught between the man who broke her heart… and the man who awakened her soul. When forced to choose between familiarity and desire, betrayal and passion, Verity must decide where her heart truly belongs, before love destroys her completely.

“S..top! I don’t want anything to do with you.” She stuttered out in a fluster once he backed her into the wall. “Oh! Is that so, little Nymph!” The nickname sent shivers down her spine as it brought back emotions she so desperately wanted to forget. She bit her lips to regain her clarity and then sent a kick towards his crotch. He had expected it though so he caught her leg with a smirk and then his hand began to climb up her thighs. She gasped clearly not expecting that. “ You might not want anything to do with me but your body does. And it is so truthful in showing it.” He sniffed at the air “ I can smell how wet you are for me.” Almyra found herself married to Xavier after a one night stand gone wrong. She decided to give her all into the marriage as she grew to love him but it clearly wasn’t enough as he was never present physically nor emotionally. She finally got fed up so she gave him what she thought he wanted. Divorce papers. So, can someone explain to her why her supposed to be emotionally detached husband is suddenly clinging onto her and not letting go. He is suddenly a romantic and a tease that makes her heart beat erratically. Mr Farrell, please stop! We are divorced.

Adrian Moretti’s adopted sister—She knew perfectly well that I suffered from severe asthma and could not be exposed to smoke or strong scents. Yet during the yacht reception, she deliberately dragged me onto the open deck, where cigars burned nonstop and the wind howled. Within seconds, my chest tightened. When I reached for my inhaler, my blood ran cold. It was empty. I collapsed against the railing, gasping violently, my lungs burning as if they were collapsing in on themselves. She crouched beside me and smiled. “You’re always so dramatic. It’s just a little smoke. You don’t need to act like you’re dying,” she said softly. “You’re too weak. You need to build some tolerance.” I looked toward Adrian, my vision already blurring. “Adrian,” I choked. “Give me my inhaler. If I don’t use it right now, I’m going to suffocate.” He frowned slightly. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” he said coldly. “I’ve never heard of anyone dying from a bit of smoke. She’s right—you’re always seeking attention. We finally gathered tonight, and you’re ruining it.” My heart dropped. I fumbled for my phone and called my mother. “Mom,” I sobbed, barely able to breathe. “I’m being bullied… and I can’t breathe.” My voice shook violently.

René Huang is a French-Chinese Painter who lives in France. He lives alone there when his parents are living in China. He is famous, rich, and handsome. Everything in his life was perfect until finally, unexpected events started happening in his life. He painted some paintings in his sleep, and there was a secret behind them. He wanted to find out the secret, and when he became a guest lecturer in an art university, he met a student who was related to the paintings. Their relationship was not good at first, but when they were investigating the paintings together, the romance started blooming. Note: This novel is inspired by my fanfiction that was posted on another platform. The idea and the story are mines. No plagiarism. Cover by MichelleLeeee

After years of running from her past, Lissa returns to the one place she never wanted to see again—her childhood home. The town hasn’t changed, but Lissa has. Now a mother, a wife, and a survivor, she’s trying to rebuild a life while standing on the crumbling foundation of her trauma. Just a few months. Just until she finds her footing. But the house doesn’t let go so easily. It smells of mildew and memory. Dust covers more than furniture—it coats every secret Lissa tried to bury. As she navigates motherhood, old friendships, and a strained relationship with her sister, Lissa discovers more than ghosts in the attic. A photograph violently scribbled out. A letter from someone she hoped was lost to time. And a journal that brings her back to the girl she used to be. Her husband, Colt, tries to be her anchor. Her son, Lucas, is her reason to fight. But a single name—just one letter, T—is all it takes to fracture her resolve. The past isn’t dead. It’s waiting in the basement. In a letter tucked behind old receipts. In the quiet corners of her memory where no one else can go. As the days pass, the house begins to feel like a trap.Lissa must decide if she’s strong enough to dig through the wreckage of her past… or if some secrets are better left buried. Told with raw emotion and atmospheric suspense, House of Quiet Screams is a story of trauma, resilience, and the silent strength it takes to confront what once felt un faceable. For Lissa, surviving was never the end of the story—facing what comes after might be the beginning.