Darling Series Series by S.J. Tilly

- Elouise -. I fell in love with Beckett when I was 7. He broke my heart when I was 15. When I was 18, I promised myself I’d forget about him. And I did. For a dozen years. But now he’s back home. Here. In Darling Lake. And I don’t know if I should give in to the temptation swirling between us or run the other way. - Beckett -. She had a crush on me when she was a kid. But she was my brother’s best friend’s little sister. I didn’t see her like that. And even if I had, she was too young... more- Elouise -. I fell in love with Beckett when I was 7. He broke my heart when I was 15. When I was 18, I promised myself I’d forget about him. And I did. For a dozen years. But now he’s back home. Here. In Darling Lake. And I don’t know if I should give in to the temptation swirling between us or run the other way. - Beckett -. She had a crush on me when she was a kid. But she was my brother’s best friend’s little sister. I didn’t see her like that. And even if I had, she was too young. Our age difference was too great. But now I’m back home. And she’s here. And she’s all the way grown up. It wouldn’t have worked back then. But I’ll be damned if I won’t get a taste of her now. less

I have a nice life - living in my hometown, owning the coffee shop I’ve worked at since I was 16. It’s comfortable. On paper. But I’m tired of doing everything by myself. Tired of being in charge of every decision in my life. I want someone to lean on. Someone to spend time with. Sit with. Hug. And I really don’t want to go to my best friend’s wedding alone. So, I signed up for a dating app, and agreed to meet with the first guy that messaged me. And now here I am, at the bar... moreI have a nice life - living in my hometown, owning the coffee shop I’ve worked at since I was 16. It’s comfortable. On paper. But I’m tired of doing everything by myself. Tired of being in charge of every decision in my life. I want someone to lean on. Someone to spend time with. Sit with. Hug. And I really don’t want to go to my best friend’s wedding alone. So, I signed up for a dating app, and agreed to meet with the first guy that messaged me. And now here I am, at the bar. Only it’s not my date that just sat down in the chair across from me. It’s his dad. And holy hell, he’s the definition of Silver Fox. If a Silver Fox can be thick as a house, have piercing blue eyes and tattoos from his neck down to his fingertips. He’s giving me Big Bad Wolf vibes. Only instead of running, I’m blushing. And he looks like he might just want to eat me whole. less