Madden

My best friend is uptight, gorgeous, the greatest person I know … and I might be a smidge in love with him. Just a small amount. Barely worth the mention.

Which is a stupid choice on my part when the guy is straight.

Starting a landscaping company with him was the perfect mix of doing what I love and an excuse to spend time with him, only it hasn't completely taken off yet and now he's telling me he's lonely.

Lonely.

Apparently having one friend in your life isn't enough.

So I'm determined to help him find love. With someone other than me. Maybe if I can pull that off, it'll mean my heart will finally get the message and move on.

Or finish breaking into a hundred pieces.

Same thing, right?

Penn

Being besties with an overenthusiastic, gold-hearted, nudist of a man is a challenge sometimes. Madden makes everything sunshine when he's around.

The problem is that he hasn't been around as much lately. We work together, sure, but he's got his roommates and I have … no one. Just him. So I feel the distance acutely.

My one reassurance is that we have work tying us together, but when an old client calls with a proposition for us, it feels like our once solid friendship is unraveling fast.

He wants Madden to help him open a nudist resort, and if Madden's doing that, he won't be working with me.

I'm trying not to panic over the thought of losing him, which is a typical, common best friend reaction. Nothing out of the ordinary.

And neither is the way my body has been reacting to him lately.

Everything is totally, completely normal between us.

While there's still an us at all.

Harrison

My life's goal? Make plants fun!

I'm gonna be fighting for flora when I'm older and it all starts with auditing stats so I can level up for my masters, and lucky for me, the intriguing guy in my class is a math whizz.

He's standoffish at first, but after a class where I bet my sitcoms can make him laugh, one bet leads to another and we're hanging out all the time. Even though I know he's interested in me, we're easy friends, until I start to think I might be a little interested in him, too.

The only problem? He seems like a totally different guy in class to when we hang out. I brush it off as him trying to concentrate, but then I spot something I can't explain away.

A scar. On his palm.

One I'm positive Benny has never had before.

Benny

Since we were little, my twin brother and I have always switched things up–literally. It started as funsies, and now we're college juniors and still taking each other's classes. I suck at Math, he sucks at English, and we both have a rule not to make friends in class as the other person. Our system is perfect.

Only Emmett has the audacity to get sick right before stats and I have to actually show up for my own class–where I meet my future husband.

Harrison is smart, weirdly into plants, and we instantly hit it off like old friends.

Only of course the gorgeous mountain of a nerd is straight.

Just when I'm telling myself to let my dreams of matching rings go, our text messages become constant, flirtier, deeper than I've had with any other guy before. My butterflies have butterflies every time we catch up.

And then I get a text from Emmett: I'm so sorry. I think I messed up.

Prepare for the final book in the Divorced Mens Club series! This low angst, MM romance is between a himbo and his workaholic. It has festive fun, no love triangles or cheating, and a swoony Happily Ever After to end the series on a high.

Davey

In a list of what's most important to me, three things are right up there at the top. My kids, my husband Mack, and my career I've spent my life building. Unfortunately that career has me away from home more than Id like, and when I refuse to walk away from it, my husband walks away from me instead.

Living together post-divorce makes sense for us, but it blurs the lines between what we were and what we have. Now that I've scored a big promotion and negotiated twelve long weeks at home, memories of our life together haunt me. They make me long for what we had. And now that Mack is moving on with someone else, I'm being faced with the cold truth. I should never have let Mack go, and now it might be too late to get him back.

Easton

You know what's the worst feeling in the world? Being in love with someone since you were twelve years old, knowing they only see you as a little brother type.

Not even becoming an NHL star has made him realize I'm all grown up now.

All of that changes when I ask my brother's best friend to ref a charity match and we spend an entire week in each other's pocket.

Being close to him is torture, but for the first time since my adolescent crush started, I begin to feel hope. I swear Knox looks at me the same way I look at him. Or so I think. When I throw myself at him and get utterly rejected, I never want to see him again.

Yet, shaking him is impossible, because he and Connor are always around, and my older brother is suffocatingly protective. Every time I look at Knox, I'm reminded of how he turned me down.

Can't I just die of embarrassment in peace?

Knox

The Kiki brothers are legendary in the NHL world. Thick as thieves, unstoppable on the ice, and the kind of family nothing can come between. Or so I thought.

For the last ten years, I've successfully hidden my feelings for the middle Kiki brother. Easton is snarky, determined, and the prettiest guy I've met. Ever since we stumbled across each other on a gay dating app and shared our secrets, I've felt a connection to him that I haven't had with anything else.

But Connor is my best friend and when it comes to his little brothers, “protective” doesn't cover it. I'm determined to take my feelings for Easton to the grave, but after a week in close proximity to him, my willpower is ready to break.

All it takes is one charity hockey match, a drunken night out, and a forbidden kiss for me to know that Easton Kikishkin is it for me.

And unless I want to lose Connor, Easton will never be mine.