FORGOTTEN ROMANCE

Divorced Men’s Club – Book Six

by Saxon James

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Release Date: August 8, 2024

Cover Design:






Story Styling Cover Designs

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Wander Aguiar Photography

Model: Matteo

Genre: M/M Later-in-Life Romance

Trope: Divorced dads, second chance, idiots to lovers, small-town

Synopsis

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 I’d 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.

Mack

Twelve weeks. It’s the longest Davey has been home since we had the kids, and all it does is remind me of everything I wish I still had. So I decide this is it. I have twelve weeks to remind Davey of everything he lost and hope like hell when I give him the choice between work and me again, that this time he chooses me.

None of my friends are on board with my plan, and the new guy in town is trying his hardest to win me over. But I can ignore cute notes slipped into my favorite books if it means getting back the man I’ll love forever.

All I need to do is remind him our life together was perfect.

Now if only our kids, our friends, and his work would get the memo…

Excerpt

Me:

SOS.

SOS. SOS. SOS.

The second Davey is nestled upstairs with the kiddies, my official freak-out begins.

Three months? I get him home for three whole stinking months? Maybe if I can make the next three months the best they’ve ever been, if I’m sweet and romantic and look after him, if I remind him how things always were together, this will be my chance. A life that good is too hard to walk away from twice. Right?

The group chat has not reacted to my distress signal, which is, quite frankly, rude and insulting.

I skip the fun of keeping them in suspense because I’m bursting with energy and a plan, and I need to get it all out. Now. Immediately.

My phone lights up with a call from Art. He’s one of my closest friends and was happily playing the field before Joey made him fall head over tit.

“Hello?”

“What’s the emergency?”

I grin. “I’m going to win my husband back.”

There’s complete silence, and I check the call is still connected. Then, Art says one word.

“No.”

I halt, head in the freezer, as I look to see if we have the ingredients for the casserole Davey likes. “No what?”

“You will not be doing that.”

A little of my excitement dims. “Why not?”

“Because,” Art says patiently. “It goes completely against our current plan, which is to get you dating again. What happened to Luke?”

I think of the guy I went out with once and who’s texted me a few times. Our one and only date ended up with me in hospital from anaphylaxis. “We, uh, haven’t caught up again. No good time. I’m very busy.”

“Mack, it’s me. Cut the shit.”

“Fine. I don’t want to go out with him.”

“Okay, then. We’ll find someone else. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that. Maybe you can take a leaf out of Griff’s book—got any best friends I can push you together with?”

“Yes. Davey.”

His sigh is less patient than his words. “You’re divorced. For a good reason.”

“But what if—”

“No.”

“But—”

“Mack. No. We’ve been over this.” He groans. “Look, I’m only going to say this once because I will support whatever you choose to do, but you know that if you go through with this plan, you’re going to get hurt. Davey is going to leave again. I love the guy, I loved you two for each other, but I’m friends with him too, and I know a workaholic when I see one. He loves his job. You made him choose once, and he did. You won’t survive coming second again.”

I swallow around the lump building in my throat. “I know. But I have to try.”

“Okay. I tried. I said my piece. If that’s your choice, what do you need me to do?”

“Really?” The fact he switched sides like that so quickly makes me think this could actually work. “You’ll help?”

“Of course. Nothing shady, but I’m a good sounding board, and I’m romantic as fuck. Ask Joey.”

There’s a murmured voice in the background.

“Ah, actually, don’t ask Joey,” Art says. “I’m your friend, and they basically call me Casanova—that should be evidence enough.”

There’s more I can’t make out from Joey in the background before Art continues.

“Again, do not ask Joey. He’s very busy with schoolwork and being locked in my sex dungeon.”

“I miss sex.”

Art chuckles. “I have tried many times to fix that for you, but my blow job offer is officially off the table. I happen to like my balls still attached to my body.”

“That’s fine. I don’t know where your mouth has been anyway,” I say absently as I hear Davey’s footsteps on the stairs. “I’ve gotta go,” I hiss into the phone.

“In that case, I will begin plotting the worst idea ever. Talk soon.”