For Cynthia Knightley, she thought she had it all: a good job and a loving boyfriend. But those two things were ripped away from her in the most brutal way, and on her twentieth birthday. 

Down on her luck, Cynthia finds herself homeless with her belongings by her side in a suitcase as she tries to numb the pain of betrayal at the bar. However, a chance encounter with tennis prodigy, Sinacore Williams, changes the course of her life. 

After she saves him from two mystery men trying to sabotage his career, they spend one passionate night together that leads to a slew of events she never thought were possible. When the media learns of the pair leaving a hotel together, Sinacore makes Cynthia a deal—they start a fake relationship, and in return, he will give her a job on his team. 

The more time Cynthia spends with Sinacore, the more their connection deepens, in more ways than one, and they’re forced to face many hurdles together.

Will the pair stick to the terms of the contract? Or will they give into their desires?  

My Tennis Prince Mate is created by Cara TaleSmith, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My Tennis Prince Mate

I left Sinacore’s house before the sun had risen. He hadn’t returned after his training session at the academy, likely due to the media vans surrounding the property. With that many people demanding a statement from him, I’m sure Brad felt it wasn’t safe for Sinacore to leave. 


I’m grateful for it because it allowed me to slip out of the house unnoticed. 


My suitcase, small and hastily packed, trailed behind me with a dull clatter over the cobblestones. Sinacore had been kind offering me a safe place to stay when my life was in shambles. He never asked too many questions, respecting the space I needed to breathe and think.


But this…was different. My parents had crossed a line, and I couldn’t let Sinacore suffer the consequences of their actions. He didn’t deserve to be dragged into the mess that was my life. 


I looked back at the house and sighed. "I was just starting to like it here," I muttered to myself before continuing toward the empty street.


Chapter 31: I’ll handle it myself