Pretty Sweet Read online Riley Hart, Christina Lee (Boys in Makeup #2)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Boys in Makeup Series by Riley Hart

Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)

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Pretty Sweet (Boys in Makeup #2)

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Riley Hart

Christina Lee

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Portland was supposed to be my fresh start, my chance to live for myself. Unfortunately, it’s not working out that way. I stay in the apartment Mom chose and major in finance like she wants. I let bad memories keep me from hooking up. I wouldn’t know the first thing about finding a guy who gets me, who’s okay with my need to be held and feel safe.
When I befriend a worker at the assisted living facility where I volunteer, I don’t expect to get invited to dinner, only to realize her son is Jake, a guy I met through friends last fall. Jake’s not only hot, he’s also sweet, a caretaker, and attracted to me too. Since he’s never been with a guy, and I’m a virgin, we’re setting the pace together, learning what we like, one bone-melting touch at a time.

My childhood was rocky, with an abusive father and a mother I needed to protect. The first thing I did after high school graduation was get us out of there so we could finally breathe. And start living. For me that means managing the garage I own with my best friend and enjoying the modest house I call my own. Then Seth enters my life. Our connection is palpable. He’s shy, innocent, and sets my blood on fire.
He makes it impossible to ignore my attraction to men. The trust he puts in me is more potent than any desire. I get as much from talking to or holding him as when we let our inhibitions go. Seth and I fulfill each other’s needs—in and out of the bedroom. But our struggles aren’t easy to shake. With my urge to protect and Seth’s desire to fly, we’ll have to strike the right balance, but when we do, the results will be pretty sweet.

****Trigger warning: This book contains mention of unwanted sexual advances/touching.
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Boys in Makeup Series by Riley Hart

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Riley Hart

Christina Lee



“So what’s the deal with the makeup, kid?”

I shrugged without taking my attention away from Harold’s wife, Elsie. It wasn’t the first time I’d been asked something like that, and I doubted it would be the last. By now I was used to it, even though I didn’t know why there had to be a deal with it at all. Couldn’t I simply like it?

“Harold!” Elsie shrieked, almost making me jab her in the eye with eyeliner. Obviously, hearing a question like that was new for her.

“It’s fine,” I replied. “Do you mean wearing it or putting it on your wife?”

“Both,” Harold said.

It was something I’d stumbled upon—not makeup, but putting it on elderly people at Rose City Assisted Living. Portland had been nicknamed The Rose City since the 1800s, when a new pink rose was introduced there from France. They planted a bunch of bushes around the city, and it had become a thing. There was even a Portland Rose Festival and everything.

Volunteering at the facility just sort of happened. I’d spent my whole life being involved in a hundred different activities at a time. When I was young it had been piano and violin lessons. I’d tutored, and volunteered, and learned Spanish, and had been part of a chess team. That didn’t count the Future Business Leaders of America, our church activities, or everything else my mom and stepdad considered important to my success. It had never mattered what I wanted, only keeping me busy with nice, safe activities and being perfect. But this? This was different. I liked it here.

“Seth?” Elsie said, reminding me that Harold and I had been speaking.

I glanced at her husband. They were both in their seventies, but fit and active for their ages. They walked every day, played tennis, and I did Elsie’s makeup once a week for fun. I wouldn’t be surprised if Harold and Elsie lived longer than I did.

“I like to put makeup on people because it makes them feel good and because I think it’s pretty. It’s what I want to do for a career, and I guess I put it on myself for the same reasons.” I wasn’t as good at it as my best friend Jesse was. He was gorgeous and knew how to blend and mix color and create looks that didn’t come quite as naturally to me. I kept it simple when it came to myself, usually just eyeliner and lipstick, but I hoped to be more expressive on other people. That wasn’t acceptable in my family, of course. My mom and my stepdad were all about appearances and success. A career as a cosmetologist wasn’t their idea of being accomplished.

Sometimes I wondered how my dad had fit in with them at all. My dad and stepdad had both come from wealthy families. They’d been close their whole lives, best friends. Dad had been…different. More like me. Mom always said we had our heads in the clouds, that Dad would have run the business into the ground if it hadn’t been for her. Dad hadn’t cared about perfection or money, even though he’d always had it. He liked to laugh and have fun and was what Mom considered too tenderhearted. She said it about me as well, that we let people take advantage of us. She was right about me, at least in one way, but nope, wasn’t going there.

Mom needed to be in control of everything because she hadn’t had any of it growing up. Her parents had been eccentric—living off the land, moving often, and never had much. She’d been picked on her whole life for having holes in her clothes, or how she spoke, and because sometimes she’d lived in a bus, which was why she wanted perfection now, I guessed. I wished it had made her more understanding of who I was—someone a little different, who had sometimes been made fun of—but it didn’t.

When Mom was seventeen and in her last year of high school, she’d put her foot down about moving again, thinking her parents would stay for her and finally plant some roots. They hadn’t, so she’d had to fend for herself, relying on the kindness of virtual strangers to make it to graduation. I always suspected that her parents bailing on her had hardened something inside her, something that had become almost unreachable. It was probably the reason she didn’t let herself get close to people, because they might leave her or ultimately let her down.

My stepdad was like my mom, minus the whole troubled childhood. No one batted an eye when Mom married Dad’s best friend after his death, which…yeah, was obviously weird.

“You okay there, kid?” Harold said, and I realized he’d been talking to me. Maybe I did have my head in the clouds. “I said good for you. Let people be who they are, if you ask me. You wanna wear makeup? Wear makeup.”