Jilted Exes' Club

Hayes Proposing to my first boyfriend at a hockey game wasnt my smartest move. Not only does said boyfriend walk out on me, but the whole stupid thing goes viral, and it turns out the man I was dating has too many boyfriends to count. Internet fame has crowned me a member of the Jilted Exes Club, a name Id do anything to escape. One things for sure: Im not making the same mistake again. No more boyfriends, just easy hookups. And Ill start with this gorgeous catch in Seattle. The only problemhes a god in bed, and Im an inexperienced mess. Rylan After a night with Hayes, I play some of the best games of my career. Its meant to be a one-and-done deal, but when I find out he also lives in LA and doesnt want anything serious, I see an opportunity. Hayes wants experience. I want my good-luck charm to help me win the cup. The media would go wild over a pro hockey player dating a member of the Jilted Exes Cluba distraction neither of us needs. We want this to stay simple. Easy. No strings, no falling in love. Except Im pretty sure Ive already fallen. After all Hayes has been through, how do I get him to entrust his heart to someone whos only ever been labeled a player on and off the ice?

Anthony I'm the last single member of the Jilted Exes' Club, and I have no plans to change that. I'm fulfilled with my work at the club, dance classes, yoga, and the Exes. Plus, I've been extremely preoccupied with one Kason Maddox, the LA Rebels' goalie. Let's just say that since we've become friends, my eyes might drift in his general direction a little too much. But it's only looking. And looking never harmed anyone… Eventually, our texting sessions lead to dinners out and ending our nights watching our favorite shows. But when the paparazzi catch sight of us and the photos go viral, I suddenly find out I've had a boyfriend and didn't know-a boyfriend without the benefits. And I'm thinking we should reconsider the benefits in this relationship if we are going to be in one. Kason So…I thought we were dating. Turns out, the guy I was dating had no idea that's what we were doing. Friend-zoned without even knowing it. Cool. The equivalent of taking a puck to the face. But due to an innocent little photo or two, now everyone thinks we're together, so we have three choices: 1- Stop hanging out to silence the rumors. 2- Hang out as friends and ignore the gossip blogs. 3- Start dating-and both of us are aware of said dating this time. I know which one I'm rooting for. And if I have to use a little dirty talk and some praise to shift things in my favor, I'm game.

Donovan What's a little marriage of convenience between best friends? I've always worked hard to keep the friendship line firmly in place when it comes to Eric. I'm gay, and he's straight. We're best friends and nothing more. But he's my person, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him. Which is why when I find out he's struggling financially and doesn't have medical insurance, I blurt out six friendship-altering words: I want you to marry me. Eric Donovan's my best friend, the most important person in my life… And he wants to marry me. Okay, so maybe I haven't made the best decisions lately. I took a job with no health insurance and no guaranteed money, which was working out fine, if not for the whole getting-injured-and-fired thing. But Donovan has come up with a solution. Marriage. Living together. There's a small chance we're a tad codependent, but I always want to be with him, so signing a marriage license shouldn't really change much. Until the kissing starts…and the touching…and the exploring… And all I know is, I want more. So much more from my husband. Playing pretend with Donovan is the realest thing I've ever felt, and though divorce was the ultimate plan, I'm not sure I want this to end. Content Warning: MC without medical insurance, discussion on the risks of not having medical insurance, discussion about losing a parent to cancer (in the past).