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• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jul 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781990259357

Sarah L. White

Sarah L. White was born and raised in California. A graduate of the University of California, Los Angeles, and California State University, Long Beach. She has a bachelor’s degree in psychology and a master’s degree in counseling. Sarah spends her days as a marriage and family therapist and her nights and weekends reading and writings stories. She is a winner of the Harlequin So You Think You Can Write Contest and two Watty Awards. She currently lives in California with her two boys.

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Breakaway

A Hockey Romance

By Avery Keelan

Breaking Ties (Book 2: Ties That Bind Series)

A Caponelli Family Mafia Romance

By Nicole Knight

Damien

A Billionaire Romance

By Sofia Kahn

Say I Do

A Fake Marriage Romance

By Celeste A. Brook

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Copyright

Breakaway

A Hockey Romance

By Avery Keelan

Copyright © 2022 Avery Keelan. All rights reserved.

Cover Design: April Alforque

Cover image: © Vasyl Dolmatov via iStock

Breaking Ties (Book 2: Ties That Bind Series)

A Caponelli Family Mafia Romance

By Nicole Knight

Copyright © 2022 Nicole Knight. All rights reserved.

Cover Design: Patrick McCormick

Cover image: © Andrey Kiselev via Adobe Stock

Damien

A Billionaire Romance

By Sofia Kahn

Copyright © 2022 Sofia Kahn. All rights reserved.

Cover Design: Rosana Mitreska

Cover images: © Annie Spratt via Unsplash, © Life of Pix via Pexels, © RawPixels via FreePik

Say I Do

A Fake Marriage Romance

By Celeste A. Brook

Copyright © 2022 Celeste A. Brook. All rights reserved.

Cover Design: Holly Thurston

Cover images: © TorriPhoto via iStock, © PeopleImages via iStock

Typesetting by Misha Dyer

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Table of Contents

Breakaway

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Breaking Ties

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Damien

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Say I Do

Chapter One

Chapter Two

About the Authors

Breakaway

by Avery Keelan

Chapter One

Ryan

I never expected to find myself homeless at twenty-one. But thanks to a sketchy landlord and a flaky best friend, that’s precisely what was happening. After spending all summer with my mom back in Lancaster, I didn’t have a place to move into when I returned to my college campus in Boston.

What do you mean, there’s a problem with our lease, Iz? I wedged the phone between my ear and shoulder, frantically duct-taping one of the last moving boxes shut. What happened?

After landing a summer internship in our college town, my best friend, Isabelle, had been tasked with finding us a place to rent for junior year. According to her, this apartment was everything we’d been looking for: a cute, cozy two-bedroom apartment in the college district at an affordable price. We were going to meet the landlord, sign the lease, and get the keys when I arrived tomorrow.

On the other end of the line, Isabelle paused. I think the landlord found other tenants willing to pay more. Since we haven’t physically signed the lease yet, he threw us under the bus.

The elaborate daydreams I had cultivated over the summer about this upcoming year evaporated. No, no, no.

We had everything planned out, from how we would decorate (shabby chic) to rules governing hypothetical boyfriend visitation (maximum of two overnights per week). After two years of oppressive dorm living, including a resident advisor who practically logged our comings and goings sophomore year, I was so close to sweet, sweet off-campus freedom for the first time in my college life.

I groaned. School starts in less than a week. We really should have signed a lease before this.

He said that we couldn’t do it until you were back in town, Isabelle said. Something about a paper trail if we did it electronically.

She’d neglected to mention that reasoning in our previous conversations. Bless her heart, I loved Isabelle, but sometimes she was a little sheltered in the ways of the world.

That sounds a little sketchy, Iz.

I guess, hey? And honestly, the landlord seemed like he might have been a creeper. He kept staring at my boobs when he gave me the tour. There are probably cameras hidden all over that apartment anyway, she mused, rapidly brewing up another of her wild conspiracy theories.

I stood up, setting the tape down. There was no point rushing to finish packing now that I had no place to unpack. You may be right, but now I have nowhere to move into tomorrow. What am I going to do? What are you going to do?

Well. . . she said. My aunt and uncle said that I can stay here for now. This pool house of theirs is sweet.

Great. She had a plan B, but I did not.

As if she heard my thoughts, she added, It’s just an open studio. There isn’t enough room for two people to live here long term, but you can crash on the couch until we find you a place. It’ll be fun. Like dorm days all over again.

Yeah, tons of fun. No privacy, no personal space, and no bedroom to call my own. That would be like dorm days, all right. An aura danced into my line of sight, a migraine lurking in the shadows. I needed to find my prescription before it hit full force.

Thanks, Iz. That’ll help for now. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

Surveying the empty bedroom, I racked my brain and tried to remember where I had packed my meds. Maybe they were still in my purse. . .wherever that was.

Sunlight filtered in through the window onto my twin-sized childhood bed and oak dresser, the scene the same as it had been for as long as I could remember. A pang of nostalgia ran through me. Next year, I planned to get a summer job in our college town, which meant this was, most likely, the last summer I’d spend at home. Unfortunately, now I was all packed up with no place to go.

We can start looking for a new place ASAP, I promise. Who knows, maybe we’ll find an even better place. It’ll all work out, she said.

I could tell from the weight of her tone that she was already beating herself up over what had happened; she was the kind of person who would lose sleep for days over something like this. And I wasn’t angry with her, just disappointed that our unicorn apartment had been snatched out from underneath us. Poof.

Right. I’m sure it will, I agreed, feigning cheer. Really, I wasn’t sure—at all. Classes were scheduled to start in five days, with my clinical