About the Author

  S.J. Tilly lives in Minnesota with her husband and their herd of boxers. She spends an unhealthy amount of time with her face buried in books, reading and writing. If she’s not nose deep in text, or harassing her dogs, she’s probably playing with her plants, pretending she knows how to garden. You can find her stumbling around on Instagram @sjtillyauthor

  Acknowledgements

  Oh man, where to start. I feel like this is going to be a repeat the same sappy thank you’s for every book…

  Thank you, mom, again. Your support and excitement and feedback and constant positivity about my books is overwhelming. You do a ton of editing for me and I should probably make you official but you’re my mom and it’s just what you do and I can’t thank you enough.

  Mandi, you’re a constant rock for me. Who’d have thought this is what we’d be doing during pandemic life, but I’m so happy to have you as a friend and sounding board.

  M. Penna – woman, you’re LITERALLY the best. (see what I did there, heh) Seriously, you are the best editor an author could possibly ask for. Your corrections and comments and overall attitude thrill me to no end. I get so impatient for you to do the next book - and the next, and the next* mostly because I can’t wait to read your reactions. Their, I said it. *devil face*

  James Adkinson, you crazy son of a bitch, you did it! Again! Sin Too’s cover is just as gorgeous as Mr. Sin. I’m sure I am the Worst to work with, but you’re a goddamn joy to work with so I think it evens out. And I can’t wait to see how the rest of the book covers (and other things…) turn out!

  Johnny, my jaunty, thank you for your steady support and for your ability to entertain yourself as I blow off the world around me and submerge myself in Book World. I’m sure I’m annoying, but you don’t make me feel like it.

  And THANK YOU to everyone who read Mr. Sin! Fuck, guys, I can’t even begin to tell you how good that makes me feel. Putting my book out into the world was a soul-deep level of terrifying that I was not prepared for. I’m a cocky bitch, I know I am, and I was confident in my story… but when I got that first copy in my hand, I lost it. Half of me was filled with pride and excitement and a feeling of accomplishment. But the other half of me was filled with a oh-holy-fucking-shit-it’s-out-there-and-there’s-no-going-back-and-what-if-everyone-hates-it feeling. But you guys didn’t hate it. And that makes me want to squeeze you all sooooo hard. (In a good way!) So for everyone that read it, you get a hug. And everyone that read it and left a review, I’m gonna grab your ass a little during that hug.

  And lastly, but certainly not least, this shout-out is to my hometown. Hastings, Minnesota. Just… wow. I never could have imagined the sort of support you all have shown me. H-town for the win.

  Books by S.J. Tilly

  Sin Series

  Romantic Suspense

  Mr. Sin

  I should have run the other way. Paid my tab and gone back to my room. But he was there. And he was… everything. I figured what’s the harm in letting passion rule my decisions for one night? So what if he looks like the Devil in a suit. I’d be leaving in the morning. Flying home, back to my pleasant but predictable life. I’d never see him again.

  Except I do. In the last place I expected. And now everything I’ve worked so hard for is in jeopardy.

  We can’t stop what we’ve started, but this is bigger than the two of us.

  And when his past comes back to haunt him, love might not be enough to save me.

  Sin Too

  Beth

  It started with tragedy.

  And secrets.

  Hidden truths that refused to stay buried have come out to chase me. Now I’m on the run, living under a blanket of constant fear, pretending to be someone I’m not. And if I’m not really me, how am I supposed to know what’s real?

  Angelo

  Watch the girl.

  It was supposed to be a simple assignment. But like everything else in this family, there’s nothing simple about it. Not my task. Not her fake name. And not my feelings for her.

  But Beth is mine now.

  So when the monsters from her past come out to play, they’ll have to get through me first.

  Sleet Series

  Contemporary Hockey Romance

  Sleet Kitten (May 2021)

  There are a few things that life doesn’t prepare you for. Like what to do when a super-hot guy catches you sneaking around in his basement. Or what to do when a mysterious package shows up with tickets to a hockey game because, apparently, he’s a professional athlete. Or how to handle it when you get to the game and realize he’s freaking famous since half of the 20,000 people in the stands are wearing his jersey.

  I thought I was a well-adjusted adult, reasonably prepared for life. But one date with Jackson Wilder, a viral video, and an “I didn’t know she was your mom” incident, and I’m suddenly questioning everything I thought I knew.

  But he’s fun. And great. And I think I might be falling for him. But I don’t know if he’s falling for me, too, or if he’s as much of a player off the ice as on.

  Sleet Sugar (June 2021)

  My friends have convinced me. No more hockey players.

  With a dad who is the Head Coach for the Minnesota Sleet, it seemed like an easy decision.

  My friends have also convinced me that the best way to boost my fragile self-esteem is through a one-night stand.

  A dating app. A hotel bar. A sexy-as-hell man... who’s sweet, and funny, and - did I mention? - sexy-as-hell… I fortified my courage and invited myself up to his room.

  Assumptions. There’s a rule about them.

  I assumed he was passing through town. I assumed he was a businessman, or maybe an investor, or accountant, or literally anything other than a professional hockey player. I assumed I’d never see him again.

  I assumed wrong.

  Sleet Banshee (July 2021)

  Mother-freaking hockey players. My friends found their happily-ever-afters with a couple of sweet, doting, over-the-top, in-love athletes. They got nicknames like Kitten and Sugar. But me? I got stuck with a dickhead who riles me up on purpose and calls me Banshee. Yeah, he might have a voice made explicitly for wet dreams. And he might have a body and face carved by the gods. And he might have a level of Alpha-hole that gets me all hot and bothered...

  But when he presses my buttons, he presses ALL of my buttons. And I’m not the type of girl who takes things sitting down. I mean, I only got caught on my knees that one time. In the museum. . .

  But when my decisions get one of my friends hurt… I can’t stop blaming myself. And him.

  Except he can’t take a hint. And I can’t keep my panties on.

 

 

  S.J. Tilly, Sin Too: Book Two of the Sin Series

 

 

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