LIVINGSTON
TRENTON SECURITY BOOK 1
J.M. DABNEY
M/M ROMANCE
RELEASE DATE: 03.06.18
Cover Design: RESSE DANTE
BLURB
He was the Beast without the escape clause.
Francis “Liv” Livingston was a beast. No matter if he wore a perfectly tailored suit or if he was in his tactical gear, people avoided looking at him. He was always first to volunteer for the jobs only a person with a death wish wanted. Tomorrows weren’t guaranteed. His boss had come to him and told him he needed him for a job. Linus knew the jobs he liked, but when he opened the file, it all went to hell.
Beauty was only skin deep.
Fielding Haskell made his way in the world on his looks. He’d earned his first film role before he could read a script. He didn’t want the fame. He wanted to go to college. He wanted a man who didn’t look at him and see how pretty he was. Unfortunately, a so-called fan only cared how attractive he was, and it earned him a personal bodyguard and a vacation. He looked forward to the break until he met the man in charge of his safety and wondered if the danger he left was worth dealing with a sudden attraction to a man who was colder than ice.
Firstly, I’d like to thank Love Bytes for inviting me to be on their blog today.
Francis Livingston. He’s the first main character in the Trenton Security Series. From the cover you can tell that he’s severely physically scarred, but the wounds go much farther than that. This is a soul deep damage that has shaped the man. They’re armor—a keep away sign—but it’s a false sign. Livingston wants someone of his own. A love he doesn’t believe he’s entitled.
He’s lived alone in a place of utter darkness—suffering in silence even as he attempts to fit among his teammates. An outsider born of the worst betrayal. A treachery which has caused him to need control. He’s embraced his limitations and holds onto his belief that he’s not for anyone or more importantly, there’s no one for him.
Now, this title includes Daddy Kink. If anyone reading this is familiar with my work then they will understand that I always have a certain level of kink in my titles. Spankings. Dominance. Daddies. I don’t believe what happens between consenting adults should come with a warning. Although, I know to some this may be a triggering subject and I respect that. Again, consenting adults. Safe and consensual.
The relationship between Livingston and Fielding grew into what it is and natural growth of my characters is paramount to my goal of producing an enjoyable story. Drawing my readers in as they develop empathy for the damaged but beautiful individuals.
With that statement made, Trenton Security deals with some dark subject matter. Pasts that brutally transformed these men into who they are. Severe childhood trauma. Sexual and domestic abuse. Addiction issues. These issues are prevalent in our society. Issues that carry a stigma. I want to remove that stigma and start an open discourse.
Trenton Security is filled with strong, protective men who have seen some of the worse that humankind can inflict on another. I write survivors. The ones who walk through the blackest of nightmares and come out stronger on the other side.
My main goal during the writing process is to show that no matter what we’ve gone through that we’re worthy of love and acceptance. To be loved and respected, admired for what we’ve overcome.
I hope you enjoy Livingston and Fielding. If you take a chance on my stories, I only wish that you come to The End with a sense of hope that things get better and are never have bleak as they seem.
The last few days were a level of hell that even eclipsed his worst nightmare, and he was going to make sure it ended. He stowed the boy in the conference room and headed straight for Linus’ office. He pushed open the door without knocking not giving a shit what he found on the other side. He slammed the door and strode to his boss’ desk.
“He’s gotta go.”
Linus didn’t even flinch simply relaxed back in his chair and stared at him.
“Give him to Pure.”
“And why should I do that, Livingston?”
“None of your fucking business, I want him out of my house.”
A slow infuriating smirk spread the corners of Linus’ mouth, and for the first time in their friendship, he wanted to knock the fucker’s teeth out.
The kid’s presence was everywhere in his place from Fielding’s sweet scent in his bed to meals kept warm in the oven to the boy using his favorite leather jacket as a blanket as he read. It was getting downright domestic at his place. Shit was going to start giving him fucking hives with all the normalcy going on, and he raised his hand to massage the tic under his right eye.
“Want the pretty thing on your dick?”
“Fuck you, man, give him to someone else. I don’t care who.”
He knew it was a lie, and from the arrogant smirk, Linus picked up on it too. He ground his back teeth together waiting for Linus to call him out on it.
“You know that ain’t true, Liv. I send him home with someone else, and you know what’s going to happen?”
He didn’t want to hear it.
“That’s right. You’ll ride right over to get your boy.”
“You knew this would happen,” he hollered.
The man didn’t even have to answer. It was right there in his smug expression and the amusement in his blue-green eyes.
He fell into one of the guest chairs in front of Linus’ desk and scrubbed his hands over his face. He grew more pissed when his fingers and palm caught on the uneven skin. His wasn’t a face or body for permanence. He couldn’t even remember the last time he hooked up. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but he wanted someone. Someone who saw the scars yet they wouldn’t matter. More than a drunken fuck in a different state or town, where if he were rejected, only strangers would witness it.
“So you still want to send him with Little, Pure, maybe Raul?”
He growled at the mention of Raul being anywhere near Fielding. Raul had tried to fuck Pure out of his system for years, and Raul wasn’t picky—he was an any-hole-would-do kind of guy.
“I hate you.”
“Want to go a few rounds, maybe show off for him?”
“Fuck you,” he rumbled and pushed up from the chair.
J.M. Dabney is a multi-genre author who writes mainly LGBT romance and fiction. She lives with a constant diverse cast of characters in her head. No matter their size, shape, race, etc. she lives for one purpose alone, and that’s to make sure she does them justice and give them the happily ever after they deserve. J.M. is dysfunction at its finest and she makes sure her characters are a beautiful kaleidoscope of crazy. There is nothing more she wants from telling her stories than to show that no matter the package the characters come in or the damage their pasts have done, that love is love. That normal is never normal and sometimes the so-called broken can still be amazing.
