Title: Livingston
Author: JM Dabney
Series: Trenton Security #1
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: March 6, 2018
Cover Design: Reese Dante
Summary: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.
He disconnected the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket.
“That for me?”
“Yes, sir, I didn't mean—” Fielding swallowed hard. “I wasn't listening.”
The boy closed the distance between them quickly and thrust the mug at him. He caught it before it made a trip to the ground.
“Black. I noticed you didn't, um, put anything in your coffee. Is it strong enough?”
He hesitated with the mug at his lips. He swore the boy was holding his breath waiting for his approval. Taking a sip, it was perfect, but he took his time to see how long Fielding would keep himself from breathing. Nothing much amused him anymore, but that was doing it for him.
During the time the boy was in his home he'd picked up on little things about him. Fielding's need for approval. The boy's natural submissiveness. Fielding was also downright domestic.
“Not bad.”
“I'll do better. Are you going somewhere?”
“No, not for a few more days. We’ll head to the office for a check-in, and see what Linus’ boy, Hunter, found out about your stalker.” Interesting, the stalker comment hadn’t earned a flinch, but the moment he said boy, the kid’s perfectly arched brows rose. “Make a list of anything you need. We’ll hit the store before we come back.”
“Can I get candy and chips?”
The question took him by surprise. Fielding didn’t look like anything fattening ever passed his pretty lips.
“Do you want candy and chips?”
“So much.”
He hid his smile behind his mug at the boy’s longing sigh. He’d noticed the boy didn’t eat very much, not enough in his opinion, but Fielding wasn’t big. Tiny compared to him, probably not for normal sized men.
“We’ll see then.”
“Yes, sir.”
One more submissive little yes, sir with averted eyes and the boy was going to find himself on his knees worshiping his cock. He was too old for the boy, but his dick didn’t seem to have a problem with it. What made it harder to resist Fielding was a natural submissive born to be someone's boy. He was inclined to dominate and to have the perfect boy in front of him was more temptation than he'd ever experienced.
He needed to get Fielding as far away from him as possible and soon.
“That for me?”
“Yes, sir, I didn't mean—” Fielding swallowed hard. “I wasn't listening.”
The boy closed the distance between them quickly and thrust the mug at him. He caught it before it made a trip to the ground.
“Black. I noticed you didn't, um, put anything in your coffee. Is it strong enough?”
He hesitated with the mug at his lips. He swore the boy was holding his breath waiting for his approval. Taking a sip, it was perfect, but he took his time to see how long Fielding would keep himself from breathing. Nothing much amused him anymore, but that was doing it for him.
During the time the boy was in his home he'd picked up on little things about him. Fielding's need for approval. The boy's natural submissiveness. Fielding was also downright domestic.
“I'll do better. Are you going somewhere?”
“No, not for a few more days. We’ll head to the office for a check-in, and see what Linus’ boy, Hunter, found out about your stalker.” Interesting, the stalker comment hadn’t earned a flinch, but the moment he said boy, the kid’s perfectly arched brows rose. “Make a list of anything you need. We’ll hit the store before we come back.”
“Can I get candy and chips?”
The question took him by surprise. Fielding didn’t look like anything fattening ever passed his pretty lips.
“So much.”
He hid his smile behind his mug at the boy’s longing sigh. He’d noticed the boy didn’t eat very much, not enough in his opinion, but Fielding wasn’t big. Tiny compared to him, probably not for normal sized men.
“We’ll see then.”
“Yes, sir.”
One more submissive little yes, sir with averted eyes and the boy was going to find himself on his knees worshiping his cock. He was too old for the boy, but his dick didn’t seem to have a problem with it. What made it harder to resist Fielding was a natural submissive born to be someone's boy. He was inclined to dominate and to have the perfect boy in front of him was more temptation than he'd ever experienced.
He needed to get Fielding as far away from him as possible and soon.
What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
At a time when I was questioning my continued endeavor of writing I decided that there was something lacking in the genre. MM body positive stories. I wrote BBW (big beautiful women) in the MF and FF genres, and I wondered why I hadn’t thought to write larger male characters. It started with a book I hadn’t even contemplated publishing. Berzerker (Twirled World Ink) starred a fat (I don’t see the word fat as an insult. It’s simply an adjective.), hairy man getting his happily ever after. That’s what brought me to the MM Romance Genre. I had one simple goal when I came to writing MM as with every other genre I write in that everyone no matter shade, shape or size can be the star of their very own romance.
When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process (outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
Writing the blurb. I know a lot of writers/authors who loathe the blurb, but I can’t start a book without one. I don’t plot or outline, I just open a new document and write a blurb, after that I let the words flow. What happens—happens.
When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
Strangely, I don’t read much romance. I’m a Science Fiction and Horror fan since I read my first Lovecraft. I prefer books by Irvine Welsh, Kerouac, Bukowski, Burroughs, classics such as Austen, Dante, okay, okay, this was a loaded question. I’m intrigued by words and the way they’re crafted, so, my genre choices are typically chosen by mood. Sometimes it’s a Naked Lunch kind of day and others it’s Pride and Prejudice.
If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
I’m currently working on some co-written stories with Tracey Steinbach, she also writes as Tracey Michael. We’ve known each other for years and our styles mesh so well that it’s seamless to write with her.
Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you "later in life"?
I’ve wanted to write since I was 8 and I wrote the worse poem in the history of poetry. That began a 32 year love affair with the written word. I spent a lot of time with grandparents who read every day and I think the stories I read had a major effect on me. Publishing my works were a concept never thought I’d ever do it, but I found some friends online who read my short stories and told me I needed to publish. So, I’ve always wanted to write, but it wasn’t until my thirties that I seriously considered the possibility.
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.
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