FOREVER, CON AMOR
For Him #4
by A.M. Johnson
Release Date: April 28, 2022
Cover Design:
Enchanting Romance Designs
Photographer:
Xram Ragde
Model:
Franco Garcia
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Trope: Opposites attract, age-gap, forced proximity, best friend’s boss
Synopsis
Chance,
I never in a million years thought I would want a guy who smells like a tree and probably hugs them on the daily, but alas, you’ve somehow snuck your sexy, khaki-covered ass into my life. It doesn’t help that we’re stuck living in this apartment together for God knows how long, but I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. I know I said it was one and done, and maybe that’s the smart thing to do since I’m not convinced of your emotional availability. Maybe I’m a masochist. Or, maybe I might kind of like you. I said what I said.
No regrets, Marcos~
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Marcos,
Your ability to simultaneously compliment and insult me is probably one of my favorite things about you. I think it’s part of your charm. Does that make me a masochist as well? I definitely like to torture myself. The night I kissed you, I knew it had the potential to push you away, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting you. I still can’t. You can flirt and bully me all you like. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve finally found my home, and it’s here. And just in case you need me to be more specific, I like you too.
Forever, con amor…
Chance~
Forever, Con Amor is an interconnected, stand alone, slow burn, contemporary, MM opposites attract romance that is heavy on humor, light on angst, and features an age gap, a sexy yoga session, heels, and a few passive aggressive quips about cargo pants, hugging trees and kale.
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I’d fucked up, which wasn’t a new story, but what the hell was I supposed to do with a guy who wanted to save the world, and kissed me like I was precious and told me I was beautiful? I was used to hook-ups and goodbyes. Feelings, and Christ, intimacy were the last things I could provide.
“Hey,” he said, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against the doorway. “I’m going to take Koda out while there’s a break in the rain. We can eat, if you want, when I get back.”
“Okay.”
I’d probably imagined the disappointment in his eyes. “Marcos, I—”
“I don’t know what I want,” I blurted. Taking a deep breath, I lowered my voice. “We’re roommates. You’re Parker’s boss. There’s a lot that can go wrong.”
“I know.” My traitorous heart sank at his words. “A lot could go wrong. It could be messy. But what if everything went right? What if it all fell into place?”
“That’s a gamble,” I said, not wanting to get my hopes up.
“It’s a gamble I’m willing to make. If you are,” he said, and fuck him, a sliver of hope wedged itself inside me.
“I want to say yes. But I’m me. I’ll fuck it up.”
Chance took a few steps, moving with purpose across the small distance from the doorway to where I stood. He raised his hand, and I thought he might touch me, but he exhaled and lowered it to his side. “I don’t want to be another stress in your life, Marcos. I’m attracted to you, I like being around you, and I enjoy kissing you. But I’m not into games, and if you’re not sure how you feel about me, I’m not going to push it.”
What if I need you to push me?
What if I’m afraid of what it means to like you?
What if I’m not enough?
“I enjoy kissing you too,” I said. “For what it’s worth.” Lowering my eyes, I stared at a spot on my carpet. “I’m not good at this, at being sweet and shit.”
His chuckle made me raise my head. “You are, you just don’t know it. You made me pozole and bought me a plant and named him. That’s all very sweet.”
“Now you’re just trying to get into my pants.”
“I believe you were the one offering mutual orgasms,” he said, and, goddammit, the man’s smile melted any resolve I had left.
Shrugging, I lifted onto my tiptoes and draped my arms around his neck. “My offer still stands.”
“I want more than just a quick fuck.”
“Will you say fuck again? Because damn.”
“Marcos.”
“See… Can you even comprehend what you’re getting yourself into with me?” I teased.
“I think I can handle it.”
Chance’s mouth found mine and I surrendered. I let him kiss me, let him press our bodies together, let myself feel it, feel each one of his breaths, each point of his fingers on my lower back. Breathless, I snuggled into the crook of his neck, soaking my lungs in clay and sandalwood and rain.
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Amanda is an award winning and best selling author of LGBTQIA and contemporary romance and fiction. She lives in New Hampshire with her family where she moonlights as a nurse on the weekends and hikes as much as possible.
If she’s not busy with her kiddos, you’ll find her buried in a book or behind the keyboard where she explores the human experience through the written word, exploring all spectrums and genres.
She’s obsessed with all things Hockey, Austen, and Oreos, and loves to connect with readers!
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