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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)

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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

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

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PROLOGUE

Anthony

Twelve years old

I’ve never been in such a nice house. It’s like a mansion or one of those places you see on television or hear about in fancy areas of Hollywood where all the stars live. Logically, I knew they had them in Missouri too, but not in my neighborhood or any neighborhood I’ve ever been to.

But now…now this is my neighborhood, and I’m staying with an uncle I didn’t know existed. I’m wearing the kind of nice clothes I never dreamed I could have, and going to a private school with uniforms and kids who look at me like I’m something they stepped in. I might not have had friends at my old school either, but at least they never saw me as trash the way these kids do.

The way my uncle and his wife do.

The teacher’s outside the classroom, and everyone is chatting and joking around me. I tug on the collar of my shirt, wondering how these are comfortable for anyone. Why do we have to have collars and buttons that try to strangle us?

A ball of paper flies across the row and hits me in the side of the head. Anger burns up my spine, exploding at the base of my nape.

“Hey, do you talk?” the asshole asks.

“I don’t think he talks,” another guy says.

“He’s just shy. Leave him alone,” follows a softer, more feminine voice.

“Aww, Wendy, do you have a crush on the new boy who doesn’t know how to talk?”

“Shut up, Lance! Maybe I just feel bad for him. His mom didn’t even love him. She’s abandoned him.”

I listen to them argue around me, about me, the muscles in my body getting tighter, my skin feeling hotter.

It’s not until Lance says, “He’s a loser, a weirdo. If I was his mom, I would have left him too. I feel sorry for his uncle—”

I fly out of the chair before he can get another word out. It’s the first time I’ve ever been in a fight. Lance is taller and broader than me, with a whole lot more muscle, but I don’t care. I get two good hits in before our teacher is back, another one with her, the two of them pulling us apart.

My aunt has to come down to the school to get me after that. She doesn’t speak to me in the car, just tells me they won’t tolerate fighting and sends me to my room.

When I hear my uncle get home, I sneak quietly down the stairs, planning to try to explain what happened. When I hit the third step from the bottom, I hear them.

“Can’t we send him somewhere? You know I don’t want him here, Pete,” my aunt says.

“Keeping him isn’t my first choice either, but I’m not sending him away. At least not yet.”

I listen while they argue about me, about how they never wanted kids but got stuck with me, before I turn, slip back up the stairs, turn on music, and dance. It’s the only place I’ve ever felt like I belong anyway. Dancing is better than crying. I don’t need them, I don’t need anyone, as long as I have this.

I make it through the rest of middle school without any further incidents. I keep to myself, not really knowing how to interact with anyone, even if one of them did want me. But they don’t, just like my mom didn’t, my dad, or my aunt and uncle.

It’s two weeks into my freshman year of high school, when I sneak into the dance studio at lunch. It’s a state-of-the-art facility, their program one of the best in the state. I dance to music that’s only inside my head, lose myself to the movement, to this one and only thing in my life that I love. The only thing that loves me back. Maybe that sounds ridiculous, but I feel it and know it’s true.

By the time I’m done, tears are in my eyes, heart pounding against my chest, breaths heaving, when I hear, “That was incredibly beautiful.”

I jump at the sound of the voice. “Sorry. I’ll go,” I tell the woman.

“Please don’t. What’s your name?”

I look away. “Anthony Damiani, ma’am.”

She smiles, her black twists pulled up into a bun. “Anthony, we would love to have you on our dance team. Have you considered joining?”

It’s all I’ve ever wanted, but I don’t know if I could perform in front of people. “I don’t…I don’t know if I can.”

She looks at me with kindness mixed with sadness. “My name is Aliyah, and I’m the dance coach. I could help you if you’d like.”

My heart soars, hope I haven’t felt in too long, maybe ever, building inside me. I don’t know how I’ll do this, how I’ll get over my issues to have it, but I want it…no, I need it. I don’t care what it takes to have dance, but I’ll find a way. “Yes. Please.”

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The Marriage Policy (The Jilted Exes Club #2) Read Online Riley Hart http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-marriage-policy-the-jilted-exes-club-2-read-online-riley-hart Mon, 30 Jun 2025 19:07:04 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-marriage-policy-the-jilted-exes-club-2-read-online-riley-hart Genre: Angst, Contemporary, M-M Romance, Sports Authors: Riley Hart Series: The Jilted Exes Club Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)

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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).

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PROLOGUE

Donovan

Fourteen years old

I wake up in the morning with my body betraying me. I ache all over, my joints an uncomfortable combination of pain, burning, and throbbing.

Of course I’d have a flare-up of my JIA today. Sometimes I think juvenile idiopathic arthritis wants to ruin my life. Not that I have much of a life, and while some of that can be blamed on my JIA, it doesn’t take all the credit.

I’m…well, not the most popular, or the coolest, or a million other things. If it wasn’t for my best friend Eric, I’m not sure I would have a life outside of my parents.

I don’t understand why he puts up with me, why he likes to spend time with me, when I’m…me. The nerdy guy who’s too small for his age, whom everyone told he’s gay before he ever had the chance to work it out himself—not that I’ve verbalized it out loud to anyone yet, not even to Eric.

He’s the polar opposite of me in every way—outgoing, liked by everyone, athletic—and yet, he chooses me. He’s always by my side, always got my back, even on days like today when I’ll have to let him down because I can’t go out.

On his fifteenth birthday.

Go me.

Greatest Best Friend Ever award goes to…

I know I should try to do some of my stretches, try to work on the things I learn in physical therapy, but sometimes I just don’t have the energy. I’m so tired of dealing with this. It’s not fair that I have so many things to deal with. Not only my illness, but missing out on typical kid stuff, and my family’s struggles, and oh, let’s not forget because it bears repeating, being a huge nerd.

We keep a small fridge by my bed, and I wince as I reach over, grab some water, and take my medication. My body screams at me, and I know it will be even worse when I have to get up in a little while to go to the bathroom.

My parents are at work. They have to work so hard to make ends meet, and sometimes even that isn’t enough. Especially because of my medical bills. They don’t know that I hear them talking sometimes, worrying about costs, complaining about how bad our coverage is, wondering how they’ll make it all work.

My eyes pool with tears at the thought, but I swat them away, then take my time, forcing myself to sit on the edge of the bed, while my hips, knees, ankles, and feet feel like someone is trying to rip them from my body.

I ignore the walker because it makes me sad to use it, and I shuffle slowly to the bathroom. It takes everything in me to make it there, pee, wash my hands, and get back to bed, and when I slump there, I feel like I just ran twenty miles.

I wince when my phone rings, knowing without looking that it’s Eric. Part of me wants to ignore it, but I know him. If I don’t answer, he’ll keep calling or show up, and I don’t want to ruin his birthday even more. But then, maybe it’s better that I won’t be there. It’s always awkward when I’m around Eric’s other friends. There’s no doubt in my mind they all wonder why he likes me. Why he insists on bringing me to everything they do.

“Happy birthday!” I say into the phone, trying not to sound like I’m in as much pain as I’m in. Sometimes it’s debilitating, and I just lie around and cry.

“What’s wrong?” Eric asks, and my heart drops.

“What? Nothing. I’m fine!” I’m not sure how I plan to play that off, considering I’m about to tell him I can’t come over for his birthday. Sometimes it’s a pain in the butt to have someone who knows me so well.

“Are you sure? You sound off.”

“I said I’m fine,” I snap, then immediately feel guilty. He just wants to help, and he does, but sometimes I feel helpless, and that sucks. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“What time do you want my mom to come get you?” He lives only a few blocks away, and while exercise is good for me, he doesn’t want me to have to walk and then be at his party all day. Depending on how I’m doing, my body can get achy easily. “I want you to get here before everyone else.”

Guilt covers me like a too heavy blanket during a heat wave.

“I, um…I won’t be able to come to your party. I can hardly move today.” And I don’t like people to see me when I feel this way. Outside my family and medical team, it’s mostly only Eric or his mom who have.

“Oh. It’s okay, D. Maybe I can cancel my party and come there instead. We can—”

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Good Pucking Luck (The Jilted Exes Club #1) Read Online Riley Hart http://www.ilovenovels.com/good-pucking-luck-the-jilted-exes-club-1-read-online-riley-hart Thu, 19 Dec 2024 11:50:21 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/good-pucking-luck-the-jilted-exes-club-1-read-online-riley-hart Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Sports Authors: Riley Hart Series: The Jilted Exes Club Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)

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Hayes
Proposing to my first boyfriend at a hockey game wasn’t 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 I’d do anything to escape.

One thing’s for I’m not making the same mistake again. No more boyfriends, just easy hookups. And I’ll start with this gorgeous catch in Seattle. The only problem…he’s a god in bed, and I’m an inexperienced mess.

Rylan
After a night with Hayes, I play some of the best games of my career. It’s meant to be a one-and-done deal, but when I find out he also lives in LA and doesn’t 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’ Club—a distraction neither of us needs. We want this to stay simple. Easy. No strings, no falling in love.

Except I’m pretty sure I’ve already fallen. After all Hayes has been through, how do I get him to entrust his heart to someone who’s only ever been labeled a player on and off the ice?

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PROLOGUE

Hayes

Late September

I hate hockey.

My boyfriend—hopefully my fiancé by the end of tonight—absolutely loves it. If Malcolm didn’t, I can guarantee you that sitting in this arena is the last way I’d be spending my night. In the beginning, I tried to ask him questions about the game, wanting to learn more about something he loves, but my questions were too much, frustrating him and keeping him from enjoying the action.

Malcolm shoves to his feet beside me, arms in the air, and I can only assume the LA Rebels did something good. This is a preseason game, and I don’t get why it counts, but it is what it is.

“Woohoo!” I exclaim belatedly, standing too, and of course that’s exactly when everyone sits down, looking at me like I’m an idiot.

“Hayes, sit down,” Malcolm hisses, annoyance in his voice.

Damn it. I don’t want to mess this up. Tonight is our night. I want to treat him to the perfect evening, where I’ll get on one knee and ask him to be my husband.

I plop down in the seat, my heart beating a little too fast. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Just…whatever. Have fun and be chill.”

I nod, thankful he’s willing to be patient with me. It’s taken me a while to figure out how to be a good boyfriend, mostly because it’s not something I’ve ever done before Malcolm. Which at twenty-six is incredibly sad, but I didn’t grow up the way most people do. My parents own the Rockwell, a high-end hotel chain throughout the United States and Europe. We traveled most of my life, and I was homeschooled. Even when we were home in New York, where I’m from, I never got along with my parents’ friends’ kids. I get that I can rub people the wrong way sometimes, and that’s fine by me. I don’t really care…mostly.

College was the first time I stayed put, but I was busy with school, not trying to find boyfriends. I wouldn’t have complained if one had fallen into my lap, but that didn’t happen until Malcolm started pursuing me eight months ago.

Honestly, I thought it was a joke at first, but it wasn’t. He just felt…connected to me, which is a really amazing feeling.

Malcolm watches the game, and I watch him.

I stick my hand in my pocket to make sure the ring is still there. It is. My stomach tightens in anticipation.

I want this. This is what people do, right? They meet their person, have okay sex, fall in love, then get married. Malcolm has told me over and over how much I mean to him, how terribly he’s been treated by exes in the past—being cheated on, lied to, used. For the first time in his life, he’s with someone who sees his worth. And for the first time in mine, I have a person. Someone who deals with my finicky ways. I can be a lot, but Malcolm puts up with it, lets me know when I’m being…well, me, and I should dial it back a little.

I startle when two players slam into the plexiglass thingies.

“It’s so violent,” I tell Malcolm.

“It’s just a game, Hayes.” He claps and cheers with everyone around me, and I try to pretend I’m interested, each second my stomach twisting more and more in anticipation, until it’s the end of the second period…which is my time.

I pull the box out of my pocket and slide to the dirty floor, which I didn’t think about ahead of time. I totally wish I would have brought something with me to kneel on.

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