Title: Pure
Author: JM Dabney
Series: Trenton Security #4
Genre: M/M Romance, Suspense, Daddy/Boy
Release Date: August 17, 2019
Cover Design: Reese Dante
Innocence wasn’t a personality flaw.
Nicolas “Pure” Warner lived with the curse of a cute face and a terminal blush. He was waiting for his happily ever after. Yet he’d given up on finding his one. His partner and spotter wasn’t the type to settle down but he’d always been drawn to the other man. Pure decided he could live with that, but when powers outside their control took Raul away, Pure would stop at nothing to get Raul back even if that meant leaving the Trenton Security team behind.
Touching the sun only left you burned.
Raul Martinez was a brutal fighter. He’d worked freelance for several years at Trenton Security. There was one dark spot to the perfect job: Pure. The man was sweet and looking for forever. How did the damaged and unworthy ever hope to touch the sun without getting burned? And touching Pure would be a dream come true. When Pure endangers his freedom to save him, how could Raul convince his boy that letting him go was the only option?
He still felt Raul staring at him and it pissed him off, “I said go away.”
“Not happening.”
“Hey, Pure, back to see me again?”
He lifted his head to see the usual ER doctor breeze in. The man was handsome, probably about his age. His visits normally correlated with this doctor's, his name was Carlton and the man had asked him out for coffee. He'd politely declined and it hadn't been brought up again.
“Not by choice.”
“I see that,” Carl said with a friendly smile. The man turned to where Raul stood. “Sir, will you leave us so I can--”
“Like that, wouldn't you, pretty boy?” Raul started to push away from the wall.
No one might think he paid much attention to the dangerous man other than when they were fighting but that wasn't true, he knew what the man was getting ready to do. “Raul!”
Raul pivoted with the grace of a trained warrior and glared at him. “What?”
“Quit being an asshole.”
“He wants--”
“Shut up, he wants to know if he should call the cops in case I'm being abused.”
“I would never fucking put my hands on you, Pure, what the fuck?”
It was odd to see Raul looking offended and slightly hurt. They fought, a lot, but he never once thought Raul would ever hit him. The man seemed obsessively protective of him. Which was weird since he was at least three inches taller and about fifty pounds heavier than Raul. Raul was a fighter. Brutal when it came to his work. And, yes, the man was an asshole but he wasn't bad when Raul wasn't ordering him around.
“It's standard procedure when someone has as many visits as Pure does and you always seem to be the one with him. I’m aware of his profession, but that doesn’t erase the chance of domestic abuse. Let's check you out.”
Raul was strangely quiet. The man was eerily silent on most days, an observer, and Raul didn't miss a thing. Except when Raul had anger rolling off him in waves, he knew the man was ready to strike. They’d spent several years anticipating their moods and moves, they worked as a perfectly synchronized team.
“I don't have a concussion, I'm not nauseous, my head does hurt but nothing out of the ordinary when you head butt a wall.” He heard Raul's deep growl and knew what was coming. He didn't need another lecture. “Raul, don't start.”
“Why don't you let me be the judge if you have a concussion or not?”
“Yes, sir,” Pure grumbled.
“Not happening.”
“Hey, Pure, back to see me again?”
“Not by choice.”
“I see that,” Carl said with a friendly smile. The man turned to where Raul stood. “Sir, will you leave us so I can--”
“Like that, wouldn't you, pretty boy?” Raul started to push away from the wall.
No one might think he paid much attention to the dangerous man other than when they were fighting but that wasn't true, he knew what the man was getting ready to do. “Raul!”
“Quit being an asshole.”
“He wants--”
“Shut up, he wants to know if he should call the cops in case I'm being abused.”
“I would never fucking put my hands on you, Pure, what the fuck?”
It was odd to see Raul looking offended and slightly hurt. They fought, a lot, but he never once thought Raul would ever hit him. The man seemed obsessively protective of him. Which was weird since he was at least three inches taller and about fifty pounds heavier than Raul. Raul was a fighter. Brutal when it came to his work. And, yes, the man was an asshole but he wasn't bad when Raul wasn't ordering him around.
Raul was strangely quiet. The man was eerily silent on most days, an observer, and Raul didn't miss a thing. Except when Raul had anger rolling off him in waves, he knew the man was ready to strike. They’d spent several years anticipating their moods and moves, they worked as a perfectly synchronized team.
“I don't have a concussion, I'm not nauseous, my head does hurt but nothing out of the ordinary when you head butt a wall.” He heard Raul's deep growl and knew what was coming. He didn't need another lecture. “Raul, don't start.”
“Why don't you let me be the judge if you have a concussion or not?”
“Yes, sir,” Pure grumbled.
J.M. Dabney is a multi-genre author who writes Body Positive/Diverse Romance and Fiction. They live with a constant diverse cast of characters in their head. No matter their size, shape, race, etc. J.M. lives for one purpose alone, and that’s to make sure they do them justice and give them the happily ever after they deserve. J.M. is dysfunction at its finest and they makes sure their characters are a beautiful kaleidoscope of crazy. There is nothing more they want from telling their 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.
The author is Gender Nonconforming are uses the preferred pronouns They/Them.
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