J. M. Dabney

StantonI wasn't known for my impulse control. Raised as an only child and best friends with my mother, I hadn't heard the word no often in my life. One night changed that completely. I met a stranger who worked for my family's company. One kiss and the beautiful man was gone, and I hadn't stopped until I found him. The real challenge came when he turned me down because of my age, but to me, that didn't matter. He was my boy, and I'd prove it to him.BeckettAfter a divorce, I was just trying to learn to live single again. I'd emotionally broken down outside my boss's home, and a gorgeous young man had kissed me. The shock of that had me running. I hadn't expected to see him again, but he arrived at my office, and with such confidence, he'd claimed I was his. He couldn't be serious. Yet the more time I spent with him, the attraction became all-consuming, and the reasons to say no were becoming unimportant. Could I open myself to the possibility or would it be safer to protect myself from another mistake?

When two broken men find redemption together, will one survive to accept it?ChanceEveryone assumed I was a magnet for trouble, or maybe I searched it out on my own. By the age of forty, I almost destroyed my life. The tragic event that changed my entire perception of myself is haunting me. When a friend is in danger, I volunteer to keep them safe and momentarily distract myself from my problems. Yet my demons keep hunting me down.BartFor twenty years since my divorce, I'd completely cut myself off from all physical connection with another person. PTSD has taken everything from me, and a time bomb lives in my head-ready to go off at any moment. For the most part, I've learned to control it. When Chance needs help learning a healthier coping mechanism, I offer my assistance, but when he's healed, will I be able to let him go like I'd promised?Nothing had prepared two traumatized men for each other. Can they heal and find redemption, or will the danger around them take one from the other before they realize they have more than their demons?(TW: Mentions of childhood sexual, physical, and mental abuses. Passive Suicidal Ideation, self-harm, eating disorders, and mental illness. These are mainly off-page, but there are detailed flashbacks and conversations of said acts. Yet if these are triggering for you, please feel free not to read the story. Your self-care and mental health are more important. Thank you.)

When your only goal is to save the world, who's there when you need to be rescued?BossFor most of my life, I'd been the savior and sought after when anyone found themselves in trouble. It could be to atone for sins of my past or because I was a natural caregiver. Whatever it was, I didn't understand how to do anything else. My Outreach program cared for everyone in the city who needed help, and I wouldn't say I hadn't made enemies, but when the protector needed protection, I wasn't prepared for Dolan Sharp.DolanNo one did anything for free or out of the kindness of their hearts. That wasn't how the world worked, and it was always survival of the fittest. I didn't care what anyone said about the man named Boss. When I witnessed Boss in action, what I thought I'd believed shattered, and I didn't know how to handle that.There are always threats at every turn. It's just a matter of when they catch up to you, but when one jaded man and another with a seemingly deep death wish have to work together, who's going to survive the aftermath?(TW: Mentions of childhood sexual, physical, and mental abuses. Passive Suicidal Ideation, self-harm, and mental illness. These are mainly off-page, but there are details flashbacks and conversations of said acts. Yet if these are triggering for you, please feel free not to read the story. Your self-care and mental health are more important. Thank you.)

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?This title may contain triggering material for some readers.

What happens when your best friend's son comes home and he's all grown up?Devon Hoffman has a secret. He's wanted a Daddy all his own, but when you're pushing fifty, you're completely over the hill. Newly divorced and trying to be single again after an almost thirty-year relationship, he's lost and needs someone to ground him. Except he's anxious and his depression intensifies until Bern returns after leaving the service and the younger man suddenly takes an interest. Can he let his guard down and risk losing his best friend or should he do whatever is needed to keep his secret safe?

Double lives were just the way it was for a man like me. By day I was a man with a reputation above reproach. Even assassins needed backup plans. For fifteen years, life was going without a hitch until I had to take out a witness. When it was time to kill him, beautiful eyes filled with fear urged me to do something else. Yet, in order to do that, I had to break him, and by way of pain, my captive would experience pleasure he'd never dreamed.This book is part of CRIMINAL DELIGHTS. Each novel can be read as a standalone and contains a dark M/M romance. Warning: These books are for adult readers who enjoy stories where lines between right and wrong get blurry. High heat, twisted and tantalizing, these are not for the fainthearted.

The forbidden is the sweetest lure.Trenton Security's Public Relations go-to was Hayden Gage. He loved his job, and it kept him distracted from the demons haunting his nightmares. His past wasn't up for discussion, and Hayden wouldn't allow it to intrude on his future. Yet, that was easier said than done when his best friend came to him desperate for help, and it put him right on the path to his one weakness.Young didn't equal lost.Derrick Thorpe lived in the shadow of his father's mistakes. Although he was adopted by Linus Trenton, he wanted to prove that he wasn't like his biological father. When he was asked to go undercover to help at Trenton Security, it put him in close quarters with Gage. Being Gage's was only an act, but when lines blur, what happens when the operation ends?This book contains some subjects readers may find objectionable.

Giovanni Masiello loved his job as a firefighter. It was the family tradition for three generations, and he and his seven brothers did their job with pride. While his personal and professional life were where he wanted them to be, his love life sucked. And it was all his weird neighbor's fault. Violet Canne thought the best when she blasted death metal and screamed along at the top of her lungs. While she looked unassuming in her flowery dresses and Mary Jane's, she lived in a constant state of irritation. She smiled all day at her job while envisioning plucking out her client's eyes. Not the attitude for an event planner. One bad day at work and she went feral taking out her infuriating neighbor and ended up in handcuffs. And not in the fun, sexy way either.

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.

Insanity was in the eye of the beholder. Harmon Little was a surveillance expert. He lived in the shadows, and he liked it there. There wasn't a place he couldn't get in and out of without detection. As usual with his mischievous nature, his current assignment went south, and he ran. He thought he was free and clear until he knocked someone over in a grocery store aisle. Sanity wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Solomon "Solo" Poe was counting calories. Working out until he fell into bed hungry and exhausted. He was plain and pudgy, plus he couldn't remember when he'd last gone on a date. He wanted more than the occasional, lights out, one-night stand. So, he was going to lose the weight and find himself a man. At least that was the plan, then a big man with a huge smile tried to kill him in a store aisle. There was one thing he was sure of, Harmon was his.

Welcome to Brawlers Bar... A quick pit stop for a comfortable bed to sleep turned into an eight year stay. Vincent "Crave" Butler hit the road the day after college graduation and hadn't looked behind him since. He'd swore to never stop moving, but the night he drove into Powers, Georgia changed the course of his life. He'd hit a bar called Brawlers with its rundown exterior and pride flag beside the door, the next day he had a job. Second in command to the Head of Brawler security, Crave found the place he didn't have to run from. No one would call Crave sane. He lived to make people as uncomfortable as possible just for his own twisted amusement. That all changed when a certain cute as fuck bartender walked in for an interview. No one wanted Twitch Harrison around for the long term. He was small, femme and annoying on his best days, downright abhorrent on his bad ones. When college turned out to be a no-go and the parents canceled his credit cards he'd needed a job. Walking into Brawlers, the roughest gay bar in his hometown, was like a game of pick the thing that didn't belong-him. The two owners, Scary and Tank, hired him on and a year later he was still that thing that didn't belong. No one made it more apparent than bouncer Crave Butler who didn't hide the fact he barely tolerated Twitch's presence. Crave threatened every man who thought they'd get the pretty Twitch, but would Twitch rather be in their beds than his? Only one way to find out and he hoped Twitch was ready for forever because that's what Crave was determined to have.

Welcome to Brawlers Bar... If there was a way to completely destroy his life, Hunter Black would do it. He was a catastrophe waiting to happen. Survival was his only priority and having to leave his old life behind that meant a job of the legal variety. He'd found one as a bartender at Brawlers Bar and a safe place in a huge house with the rest of the bar crew who quickly became the family he'd never had. The one thing Hunter didn't need was his old life tracking him down. Deputy Wren Gramble hated his job and his weekend assignment of staking out a bar in the middle of nowhere waiting for drunks. Although he'd heard the homophobic and racist jokes going around about the crew and customers, he kept his head down and stuck to his job and nothing else. He despised being driven back into the closet, but he'd reached the end of the line and what he'd do if he earned another transfer he didn't know. Linus Trenton was considered the normal one in his family and according to the weird ones that meant he should be punished on a daily basis. He never came out one way or another, if he found someone attractive he was attracted. His life was complicated enough having a crush on the sweet and awkward Hunter but now he had to throw Wren into the mix. Linus didn't have time for dating or romance, most of the time he didn't even think about having a sex life, although, Wren and Hunter were ruining his calm. Hunter was in lust with the handsome deputy the minute the man pulled him over, but a man like that wouldn't give him the time of day. His friend, Linus, was another matter all together. Hunter wanted both. His bosses made it work with their man, why couldn't he? Could Hunter prove he wasn't as much of a screw up as he appeared or would he have to call in backup to claim his men?

Eric and Ellison Gant, better known as Sin and Saint, were opposite sides of the same coin. They epitomized the nicknames given to them by their friends in the band Executioners. One thing Sin and Saint did well was fight, and being inseparable meant they had a lot of disagreements, but one thing they agreed on was that Sheriff Camden Pelter was theirs. The older, stoic man didn't agree, yet they were determined to change his mind. Camden Pelter had the daunting job of turning the Powers Sheriff Department around. The residents of the Georgia town didn't have much faith or respect in the deputies serving them. That's where he came in, and he was determined to do his job. That was easier said than done with two annoying brothers, Sin and Saint, who dogged his every step. No way in hell was he getting mixed up in the chaos that was the Gant Twins. Now if only he could get them to listen and realize they didn't have a chance of changing his mind.

Andrew King's life wasn't what he'd expected it to be. At thirty he was a single dad who drove his rig to make ends meet and played in his band Executioners on the weekends. King saw himself being a husband again one day because that's what was expected. When Melanie had gotten pregnant, their parents had given them one choice-they'd stuck it out a year. At twenty-eight, he became a single dad when Melanie went off to college. He loved his son more than anything, and they'd quickly fell into a life of just the two of them, well, not just the two of them there was Lincoln too. His ex-wife was still his best friend. They all co-parented Mal, it was natural and right. Lincoln Church lived for his nephew and his teaching job. While King, his ex-brother-in-law, worked driving a truck. As a result, Mal ended up living with him most of the time. It was the closest Linc would ever come to being a dad. The only bleak spot in his life was his feelings for King which he thought would never be reciprocated. It wasn't so bad because he still had King and Mal in his life and that meant the world to him. A stupid accident and a broken leg sidelined King, keeping him off the road. When King needed help, Lincoln rushed in, and King couldn't deny his attraction or love for Lincoln. Would one kiss ruin the weird, little family they'd created?

Welcome to Brawlers Bar... They said men only get better with age, all distinguished and all that BS, but Archer "Bulletproof" Woods hadn't gotten better. At fifty-six he was still as much an asshole as he'd been in his twenties and thirties, hell, maybe he was worse. Being a bouncer at a bar called Brawlers suited him just fine and he even tolerated the rest of the crew who'd taken up residence in his house when they'd had nowhere else to go. He was big, growly and homely that kept the parade of men passing through Brawlers at arm's length for the past decade. One night changed all that. What he'd thought was happily ever after turned into a nearly five year nightmare. Gregory Charles appeared to have it all, a successful business, sophistication, and a perfect marriage. His friend and best employee, Landon, begged him to come out to a friend's bar to celebrate Landon's engagement. What could it hurt? A night without contemplating the hell that would come down on him the moment he served his husband with divorce papers would do him good. That is until he met the brooding older man staring into a whiskey straight ignoring everyone around him. Watching for trouble was his job and Gregory screamed mistake as soon as the long, lean and handsome man sat down beside him. But he also knew when someone was in over their head and Gregory needed someone to watch his back. That someone was Bull, only time would tell if he'd have to fight Gregory as much as the man after him.

Joker, what a misnomer, but Jackson Webb's friends were idiots. He'd joined Executioners almost three years earlier after the lead singer King caught him playing his guitar behind his garage. It broke up the monotony of his life, but once he got bored, he'd move on to another distraction. He wasn't nice. He sure as hell wasn't friendly. He was what he was, his friends handled his attitude and standoffish nature just fine. At thirty-eight he was pretty sure he was too stuck in his ways to change shit now. Demetri "Dem" Urban was settling into a new life in the middle of nowhere. Okay, he was hiding from everyone in a kitchen as far removed from his five-star kitchen back in New York as he could get. Gideon invited him to stay with him and his wife for a while just until he could get everything back on track. He didn't see it happening, but he had to admit the scenery wasn't bad even if the man had the personality of a rabid, man-eating bear. Dem did like a challenge and that fit Joker Webb perfectly. Author's Note: This story contains scenes of a violent nature, mentions of rape and torture (All off page from characters pasts) and severe abuse. If you, as a reader, find this objectionable or triggering in any way, you can skip this story without losing the transition to the next book.