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~
By A.M. Johnson
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God, he tasted all warm and minty and something perfectly him. His beard burned my skin, something I hoped would linger long after this kiss ended. I scratched my nails through the coarse hair, gripping his chin, his jaw, anything to get him closer. His large hands snuck under the hem of my shirt, and the heat of his palm enveloped my waist. I was fragile in his hold, delicate in a way I’d always wanted, breakable, and I wanted him to break me. A low, rough sound rumbled in his chest as his hands slid along my rib cage. I was surrounded by him, by the scent of clay and sandalwood and rain, and as I pulled my fingers through his hair, he groaned, tugging my hips forward, dragging me from the countertop until I was in his arms. He held me like I weighed nothing, our mouths melded together in a scorching war of teeth and lips, and walked me toward the living room, dinner somewhere distant in the background of my memory.
Panting, he broke the kiss long enough to utter one word. “Couch.”
I smiled against his mouth before I bit his bottom lip. “You sound like a caveman.”
He hummed, his tongue pushing into my mouth, taking control of the kiss as he sat us both onto the sofa. I adjusted my legs, straddling him, the kiss more frantic as I rocked against him. I planted my knees against the cushion, leaning back, I took a moment to breathe. Chance brushed the back of his fingers along my cheek, his eyes on my mouth, and swept a curl from my forehead as I stared back at him.
“These are my favorite,” he said, drawing the tip of his finger along the bridge of my nose.
“What?”
“Your freckles.” His touch was reverent. My stomach clenched at the sincerity of his tone. The room overly warm all of a sudden. “You cover them when you wear makeup, but I think they’re beautiful.” The blue color of his eyes danced with shadows as the flames of the candles flickered on the coffee table. “You’re beautiful.” The force of his gaze was too much. No one had ever looked at me like this, with such raw candor. 
This is book 4 and while it can be read as a stand alone (I didn’t read the other three), the backstories of some of the other characters intrigued me. So if I have time I might go back.
Chance is the guy who puts duty above all, especially himself and his relationships. But he finally has a job that keeps him in one place, as the director of an LGBT nonprofit.
Marcos is finally himself. Kicked out at 17 for being gay, in the Air Force at 18, he is once again a civilian wanting to be a clothing designer. He isn’t afraid to express himself with clothes, heels or make up either. Basically the opposite of Chance. Like, complete opposites.
The snark Marcos uses toward Chance “tee hugging hippie”, etc is both cute and an obvious way of Marcos trying to keep Chance at a distance. Because those two have sparks. So when Marcos is suddenly in need of a place to live, Chance offers up his second bedroom. It almost kills Marcos to accept but he does.
They had a great back and forth kind of snarky, but also flirty thing going on for a while. ALL of their friends saw the sparks. ALL of the kids at the house saw the sparks. But it takes them a while to get there. And it’s worth it.
And as much as Marcos makes fun of Chance in his t shirts and cargo shorts, Chance is very free with the compliments to Marcos. Telling him he is beautiful. Loves him with make up but also without when his freckles show. Just swoony.
Chance always had a sense of duty which sent him all over the world, but he is really a romantic relationship guy. He just needed how to put himself and his partner, if not first, then second only behind the kids they help.
Fun, sexy, snarky…definite recommend from me.
4 pieces of eye candy
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