Bandits

I moved to Florida to leave behind the old Jamie Flynn and the small town that fostered all her insecurities and self-hatred of being a plus sized woman.

I needed a fresh start. Somewhere not tainted by faulty memories. Somewhere I could focus on myself and all the things I wanted to achieve.

But when a couple of drunk idiots left my painstakingly crafted confidence shattered, I ran out into the night so fast I didn’t even stop to thank the sexy stranger that defended me.

Lost to my fears, he was nothing but a memory.

Then we crossed paths again in a locker room.

His locker room.

Mateo Linx, star linebacker for the Tampa Bay Bandits and my knight in a tight black tee were one in the same. And he wasted no time busting through the well-built walls protecting my heart to soothe the scars and bruises himself.

Mateo was the dream I never let myself have. The perfect teacher on loving yourself and not giving a damn about what others thought. So perfect, I believed everything he said. Until one quick, heated barrage of words ruined everything, and tragedy changed us forever.

*Insta-love story that contains instances of fat-shaming and off page character death.*