Love Letters Series by S.J. Tilly

I caught her staring at me from across the quad, eyes fixed on the football jersey stretched across my wide chest. And if I flexed my muscles, showing off the strength of a defensive tackle, it was just to see her blush.And then she did, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind.Her wide eyes. The freckles on her cheeks.I needed to know her. The girl who scampered away every time we bumped into each other—by accident and by design... moreI caught her staring at me from across the quad, eyes fixed on the football jersey stretched across my wide chest. And if I flexed my muscles, showing off the strength of a defensive tackle, it was just to see her blush.And then she did, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind.Her wide eyes. The freckles on her cheeks.I needed to know her. The girl who scampered away every time we bumped into each other—by accident and by design. The girl who shyly agreed to come to my game, getting her first taste of football. The girl, Hannah Utley, who worked at the campus library and let me rest my head on her shoulder as she read to me in one of the study rooms.It was innocent. Mostly.Until we lose track of time and discover that the library has closed. And we’re locked inside.Now it’s me and Hannah in the stacks.Alone.With nothing but desire between us. less

RosieI was eight when Nathan moved away.He was my best friend.My only friend.My safe space.And then he was gone. And my life turned into Hell.But I survived.I broke free and made a life for myself.And I tried to forget about the boy who grew up to be Nate Waller, the famous retired football player.I really did try to forget.But then I opened the door, while working at a client’s house, and he was there. Standing before me.My old friend.My unwitting confidant.My Nathan... moreRosieI was eight when Nathan moved away.He was my best friend.My only friend.My safe space.And then he was gone. And my life turned into Hell.But I survived.I broke free and made a life for myself.And I tried to forget about the boy who grew up to be Nate Waller, the famous retired football player.I really did try to forget.But then I opened the door, while working at a client’s house, and he was there. Standing before me.My old friend.My unwitting confidant.My Nathan.Except… he doesn’t recognize me.NateThe curvy little redhead captured my attention the second I saw her.And I knew I needed to have her.Needed to know her better.Needed to get my hands on her.But when I did.When she moaned my name. My full name. It all came rushing back.Twenty-five years had passed, but in that moment I finally recognized her.My Rosie.My childhood friend.I may have forgotten about her. But I remember now.And this time I’m not letting her go. less