“Book Descriptions: I got used to hard things during my six years of military service. Hard-ass drill sergeants, hard cots to sleep on, hard bodies surrounding me in the barracks.
Now that I’m out, I’m not sure what I want to do with myself, but I know what I don’t want.
I don’t want any more hard… things.
Not if I can have soft ones.
Soft, sugary, sweet things that I can sink into and really savor. Like the pastries my Uncle Reggie makes for his bakery. The pastries that remind me a lot of him.
I also don’t want to spend any more time than necessary living under my father’s roof again, which is why I jump at the chance to stay with my uncle instead. My uncle, who my Dad always blamed for “turning me gay” and making me soft.