
Breakaway
Charlie Novak
Contemporary Romance, Sports Romance, Second Chance Romance
Release Date: 07.23.19

Cover Designer: Natasha Snow/http://natashasnow.com/
Blurb
When your life revolves around a single goal, is there room for love?
Christian King is a rising star in English football. Heās talented, devoted, and on the road to glory. Heās following the path thatās been laid out for him since he was four, and he has no plans to deviate from it. Christianās life revolves around a single goalāto be the best⦠until he runs into his first love ad former best friend, David.
David Cade is just trying to survive the final year of his PhD intact, while battling long hours, unmotivated students, and the idea that academia might not be for him. But a chance encounter with his first loveās twin sister changes everything, and suddenly David is faced with the realisation that he canāt leave the past behind.
When David and Christian are drawn back together, sparks fly. Soon, Christian is forced to confront his deepest insecurities. Can they break away from their fears for a second chance at true love?
Breakaway is a 79,000 word contemporary gay romance featuring light angst, glittery bath bombs, a ginger-haired roommate/pet, shared Star Wars love, and a meddling twin sister.
Universal Book Link: http://mybook.to/breakaway


Excerpt
We were still chatting after dinner, so we took our pudding into the living room, while Christian sang Monikaās praises and practically danced on the spot about being allowed pudding during the week. Heād always had a phenomenal sweet tooth, and I guessed that being a professional player was seriously at odds with his desire for sugar.
āDo you want to watch a film?ā Christian asked as he flopped onto the sofa, carefully holding his bowl of lemon tart while searching for the remote.
āSure,ā I said, settling next to him and taking in the details of the room. It was light and airy, with large French doors at one end that I assumed opened up onto the garden, although it was too dark to see. The room was lit with the soft glow of lamps, which gave it a warm feel despite its size. The two sofas were scattered with a large selection of colourful cushions and throws, and in one corner a large television stood on a wooden stand. There was a unit beside it filled with Blu-rays and games as well as random knick-knacks and photos, and I was sure I could see a scattering of trophies in amongst them. I was dying to be nosey, but I also knew that wasnāt polite.
āWhat do you fancy? Iāve got Netflix and Amazon Prime,ā Christian said. He gestured at the unit.
āOr thereās lots of Blu-rays up there. Take your pick.ā
āIāll have a look,ā I answered, seizing my chance to satisfy my curiosity. I placed my bowl on the solid coffee table and meandered, over but before I could look at any of the photos, something on the floor behind the coffee table caught my eye.
It was a giant LEGO set, half assembled and spread across the carpet, the carefully numbered bags laid out neatly next to the large instruction manual.
āHoly fuck, is that the Millennium Falcon?ā It was still more of a frame than anything else, but the shape was still recognisable.
āYeah,ā Christian said, his cheeks tinting again which made something funny pulse in my chest. āI, um, I like building them for fun. Theyāre good to take my mind off things, help me focus on being in the moment instead of dwelling on stuff. And I like Star Wars.ā
āDo you have others?ā
Christian nodded, chewing his lip and smiling. āI built the Death Star in the spring. That was fun, but it took hours. Itās upstairs so I donāt knock it over.ā
My inner geek was dancing. Iād always loved Star Wars, and Christian and I had spent hours watching them as kids. My mum had even taken the two of us to see Revenge of the Sith for my birthday. As an adult Iād always longed for a couple of these sets, but they were so fucking expensive Iād never imagined getting one. I mean, this Millennium Falcon kit was worth nearly seven hundred quid.
āCanācan we build it now?ā I asked, trying not to hold my breath.
āReally? I mean, youād be interested in that?ā There was a note of astonishment in Christianās voice, while mine was barely controlled excitement.
āOf course! Iāve always wanted to get my hands on this.ā
āOkay,ā Christian said with a nod. āLetās do it. Do you want to put a film on in the background? Maybe The Force Awakens? I havenāt seen it in a while.ā
āSounds perfect!ā
Ten minutes later we were sitting on the floor, the opening credits of the film playing in the background while Christian talked me through what heād done so far. It was obvious that he took his building seriously, and I had to admit it was adorable. After my pep talk, he handed me a bag and showed me the instructions he wanted me to follow.
āYou know, Iām sure thereās a terrible joke about inserting things somewhere in there,ā I said, watching the way Christianās face flushed as my words filtered through.
āProbably,ā he added. āBut Iāve never thought of it.ā
āMe neither, Iām not good with words.ā
āI find that hard to believeāyouāre doing your PhD.ā
āNah, thatās all smoke and mirrors,ā I joked.
āSo, tell me more about your work,ā Christian said, picking up his own pieces. āI donāt know much about academic stuff beyond what Lilyās told me.ā
I smiled, opened my bag, and began talking. And I didnāt stop. Well, not until the early hours of the morning. By that time, weād covered my degree, Lily, our mums, the Champions League, and the new Star Wars and Marvel films. The only thing weād avoided discussing was our relationships, but I figured that was because neither of us had much to tell. Plus, talking about new partners with exes is one of those weird grey areas Iām pretty sure youāre supposed to avoid.
With every word, I could feel Christian slotting back into my life like heād never left, but at the same time, this wasnāt the same Christian as before. It was a new versionāolder, smarter, and sweeter. He was driven and determined and had a desire to know as much as he could and actually seemed interested when I spent another hour talking about my work. He talked non-stop about how proud he was of Lily and how much he loved her, and he was so endearingly serious and charming that I couldnāt help but be bowled over by him. And he was so disarmingly handsome that every time he smiled or chewed on his perfect, pink lips, the hot ball of desire in my chest burnt hotter and hotter until it felt like there was a supernova inside me.
I couldnāt remember the last time Iād felt this way about anyone.
It had probably been six years.

Charlie lives in England with her husband and a severe lack of dogs. She spends most of her days wrangling other peopleās words in her day job and then trying to force her own onto the page in the evening.
She loves cute stories with a healthy dollop of angst, even more fluff, plenty of delicious sex, and happily ever afters ā because the world needs more of them. Charlie also believes that love comes in all shapes and sizes.
Charlie has very little spare time, but what she does have she fills with cooking, pole-dancing, reading and ice-hockey. She also thinks that everyone should have at least one favourite dinosaurā¦
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