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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)

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Clark I see myself as mature and responsible for a twenty-four-year-old—I have a steady job, a comfortable apartment, and eventually I’ll find the right guy to settle down with. Some might find this boring, but at least I know what I want. That is, until reconnecting with a childhood companion flips my preconceived notions upside down. Skylar was my first real friend—my first crush too—and twelve years later, he’s still the same gorgeous and charismatic free spirit. I’m easily sucked back into his orbit, my protests futile when it comes to his amusingly harebrained ideas. I can’t let myself fall for him, though, because I’m searching for forever and he only wants casual. Skylar If you’re looking for a good time, I’m your guy. I love hookups, shaking my booty at the club, and having fun. I’ve seen how love can hurt and have mended too many broken hearts to risk my own. Still, having Clark back in my life makes me feel grounded…and sort of mushy inside. It’s not only because his chunky glasses turn him into an adorably hot Clark Kent. It’s also how he makes me feel like I can be more. Which is why hooking up with him is a bad idea. But resisting him becomes impossible, and before I know it, each touch, kiss, and night spent together only makes me crave more. We want different things, so there’s no way this will last. But Clark makes me consider breaking my rules and trying this boyfriend stuff for real. What’s a guy to do when his best friend steals the heart he’s afraid to give? I guess it comes down to potentially hurting him, or losing the only guy I’ve ever really wanted. Pretty wild, right?
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Skylar

“Damn, you know how to shake your ass!”

I gave it an extra wiggle as I dropped down, bounced a couple of times, then stood up real slow, giving the guy an even better view of the booty he was admiring.

He stuffed a twenty in my tight, pink Speedo. “Thanks, love.” I winked, then continued to dance.

The Playground, the Portland gay bar I worked at, was crazy tonight, full of pretty boys dancing, kissing, and offering me money to do something I already enjoyed doing for them—performing.

Beads of sweat rolled down my body. When I felt something wet on my calf, I looked down to see someone had licked me. “Hey. None of that. I don’t know where your tongue has been. Do it again, and I’ll have security throw you out.” Obviously, not everything was perfect. There was an asshole in every crowd. I didn’t mind being licked, but I was all for giving my consent for it first.

When I turned away from the tongue, my eyes met dark-brown ones across the room. The guy had his arms crossed. He was gorgeous—blond and muscular, with lips to die for. He’d hit me up earlier, and we’d decided to hang out when I got off work tonight.

I winked at him, and he grabbed his crotch. So okay, maybe he was a tad over the top, but he was pretty to look at.

I finished my dance, and when there was a tap on my thigh, I saw Peter, another dancer who would take my spot for a while. I climbed down. “Have fun, man,” I told him, then made my way to the back.

I pulled sweaty money out of my underwear, straightened the notes, and stuffed them in my locker.

“Hey, you.” Jesse approached me. Like he almost always did, he had on a full face of makeup. Jesse was my closest friend at the Playground. He used to only work in the main part of the bar with me, but now he also spent time in the Underground, the downstairs bar, which had a speakeasy vibe to it. They posted a password on Instagram every day, and you had to have it to get in. Jesse sometimes sang there, and his boyfriend, Dane, tended bar in both places.

“What’s up, Jesse?” We always had some kind of friendly competition going. It used to be about things like who got the hottest man for the night, but he’d been in love with Dane for a while, and they were in a committed relationship. Nowadays it tended to be about who pulled in more tips, or was more flexible, or looked better in their outfit. All in good fun, though. I would do anything for Jesse, and I knew he would for me too.

Jesse said, “Some guy licked the sweat off my leg out there.”

“Oh my God. Me too!”

“He got kicked out. I thought Dane’s head was gonna pop.”

We chuckled. Dane wasn’t the jealous type. He knew dancing was Jesse’s job, but that didn’t mean he wanted Jesse’s sweat lapped up as if it were a bowl of milk and the other guy a kitten.

We chatted for a while before we had to go out and dance again. One of my favorite things about it was the way I could lose myself, simply let my body take over and everything else drain from my mind. I used to get that same feeling from gymnastics. I’d started when I was five and fell instantly in love. Mom and I hadn’t had much in life, but even though she’d always struggled, she made sure we could afford my lessons. It had been the only thing I’d felt good at when I was younger, and it helped me forget all the other shit.

It was almost closing time, and I was dancing up on a podium, the muscles in my legs feeling slightly weak from all the movement that day, when I heard, “Skylar!”

I turned to see Burt, one of our security guards, standing close to the riser, so I bent down and asked him, “Did the weird licking guy get back in?”

“No. There’s, um…there’s a lady outside? She’s crying and upset. She says she’s your mom?”

My heart dropped to my gut, making me nauseous. “Fuck,” I gritted out.

“Go.” Burt nodded toward the door. “I’ll get someone to fill in.”

“Thanks, man.” I leaped down and worked my way through the crowd to the front door. My stomach was in knots, this strange mixture of worry that something bad had really happened and frustration because I had a feeling it was more of the same old thing. Still, she’d never shown up at work like this before. That thought made my feet move faster, until I felt the fresh air around me.

The sidewalk was busy as always on a Friday night—people waiting to get in, people coming out, and those who just liked to be in the middle of everything.

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Pretty Sweet Read online Riley Hart, Christina Lee (Boys in Makeup #2) http://www.ilovenovels.com/pretty-sweet-2-read-online-riley-hart-christina-lee Thu, 02 Jan 2020 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/pretty-sweet-2-read-online-riley-hart-christina-lee Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Christina Lee, Riley Hart Series: Boys in Makeup Series by Riley Hart
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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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Seth 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. Jake 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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Seth

“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.”

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Pretty Perfect Read online Riley Hart, Christina Lee (Boys in Makeup #1) http://www.ilovenovels.com/pretty-perfect-1-read-online-riley-hart-christina-lee Sat, 01 Dec 2018 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/pretty-perfect-1-read-online-riley-hart-christina-lee Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Christina Lee, Riley Hart Series: Boys in Makeup Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)

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Jesse After spending the first part of my life trapped in a small town where it wasn’t okay to be a makeup-wearing boy who liked boys, I swore I’d leave and never be anything but loud, proud, and unapologetically me. I’ve kept that promise. I’m following my dreams, have an apartment with my bestie, and get to dance my nights away at one of the hottest gay bars in Portland. The only downfall is Dane, the sexy bartender with a perma-scowl always aimed my way. The tension between us is so strong that even the clubgoers notice, and they eat that stuff up. Our boss makes us dance on the bar together every Friday night. I might shake my booty a little more with Dane just because I love getting under his skin. It’s not my fault he doesn’t know how to have any fun…but I kind of want to teach him. Dane I got burned bad by my last boyfriend. Thankfully, my sister, Bree, and my niece, Hailey, make my days a whole lot brighter. I’m getting back on my feet, including a decent job as a bartender. But working in a gay club makes it harder to keep to myself. No way do I want to get reeled in by another charming, pretty face and get hurt again, and definitely not by someone like Jesse, whose audacity frustrates me to no end. So why do I want to shove him against the wall and screw that boldness right out of him? Only…sometimes he’s pretty sweet, especially with Hailey. As we go from enemies to angry hookups to friends, our feelings are changing and moving into uncharted territory. This can’t go anywhere. Jesse and I are like oil and water; we just don’t mix…right?
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Jesse

There was a good possibility I was going to die.

Okay, so I might have been overreacting a bit. There was a chance I’d been called dramatic a time or two in my life, but I’d woken up with the world’s worst migraine. It wasn’t often I got one, but when I did, they kicked my ass.

Not today, Satan. Not today.

I couldn’t afford to be laid up in bed all day. I had an exam for my psychology class, and rent was due in a few days. I was a little short on my half. The tips I’d get this weekend for dancing at the Playground, a popular Portland gay bar I worked at, should just about get me to where I needed to be. I just had to make sure I didn’t need to buy food or anything like that for the next few days. No problem, right?

Rolling over, I hoped and prayed I could make my brain stop working against me. The first thing I did was swallow one of the pills prescribed by my doctor, which sat on my nightstand beside my PrEP. It was Friday. I only had one class on Fridays, which was awesome, but it also meant I’d be dancing with Dane at the Playground, which would result in my head aching even more, and I’d have a pain in my ass too. Not in the eyes-rolling-back, toes-curling, I’m-going-to-fuck-you way either.

Dane was…difficult, to say the least. Gorgeous as hell—with that messy brown hair of his, the scruff that always seemed to grace his strong jawline, and those blue eyes that would make me whimper if he wasn’t such a grouch.

Dane and I…weren’t really compatible. We were way too different. I was fun. He was not. I was happy. He was like Squidward from SpongeBob. I didn’t know what it was about us, but we rubbed each other the wrong way and had since the first time we’d worked together. It didn’t help that one night when we’d been short-staffed, Dane and I had been arguing and were overheard by some customers. I’d played if off as flirtatious, which had been fun because it annoyed him. Unfortunately, the people around us loved it, which got a crazy idea in our manager’s head that he should play up on what he called the obvious sexual tension between us. We’d been dancing on the bar together every Friday night since. It was kind of fun. Dane hated it, but that wasn’t a surprise.

If this migraine did happen to do me in, I was positive Dane would crack the only smile he’d ever smiled where I was concerned, before promptly throwing a celebration.

And the guy didn’t celebrate. I was pretty sure he didn’t know how to be happy. At least not if I was in the room.

And maybe I was being a little dramatic and exaggerating again, but whatever. That was me. I didn’t see myself changing anytime soon.

Shoving my coworker out of my brain—he didn’t belong there anyway—I closed my eyes for some much-needed darkness. I’d woken up early, so I had a little over an hour to fight the headache from hell…

“Knock, knock. You okay, Jesse?” My eyes jerked open at the sound of my roommate’s voice. “I was worried about you,” Seth said. “I didn’t want you to be late.”

“Fuck.” I grabbed my cell, realizing I must have fallen asleep, because it was an hour and a half since I’d closed my eyes. “Thanks, kid. My head was fucking killing me, so I lay back down.”

I jumped out of bed, wearing only my favorite skimpy Andrew Christians, and Seth blushed. He was the cutest little thing—twenty, twinky, and innocent as shit. Somehow, we got along well together, even though I was basically the opposite of innocent, and much louder and more outgoing than he was. I’d spent the first eighteen years of my life in black and white, living subdued, and I damn sure was going to live loudly and in color now. We did have the twink part in common, though.

“I’ll make you some eggs. I was going to make myself some before class anyway,” Seth said as I rummaged around my messy room for clothes.

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver.” There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him. We’d been roommates about a year, and he was basically the best friend I had.

Seth disappeared down the hallway.

Our apartment was nice—nicer than anything I could afford on my own—with two bedrooms, two baths, expensive tile flooring, and basically brand-new everything. Seth’s parents had money but no time for him, even though they still ran his life. Seth wanted to go to beauty school, but they wouldn’t allow it, so he was at the university while I was at the community college, where I was studying to become a therapist.

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