Not Another Statistic by J.M. Dabney: Exclusive Excerpt!

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Exclusive Excerpt from Not Another Statistic

by J.M. Dabney

Yuri

My boy was leaning his rounded ass on my back as I tried to focus on doing the searches I needed. I shook my head because he’d been attached to me in one way or another since we left the motel a few hours earlier. He’d even hooked his fingers in one of my belt loops at one point. I tried not to read too much into it, but I was selfishly pleased I was his comfort item.

I’d barely slept at all last night with him rubbing his slim body all over top of mine. He also had this obsession with nuzzling my beard. He’d appeared so cute this morning demanding what he’d done. Teasing him could become an addiction.

Suddenly I had a delicate chin resting on my shoulder. “What are you searching for?”

“Reporters that make too many waves.” I didn’t look at him as a continued scrolling. We needed a reporter that was as paranoid as we were. Which I didn’t think would be too hard to find. More than anything right now we needed allies.

“You’re not searching the case?”

“No, only because they might be tracking keyword searches. You do know the term Big Brother is Watching?”

“Yeah, grandpa.”

I lifted my arm to fist my hand in his soft curls. “Don’t get bratty, you won’t like how it turns out.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

His stutter again gave me an odd satisfaction. I really shouldn’t find his discomfort around me adorable. I needed to rein myself in, I promised myself not to do anything about my attraction until my boy was safe. That wasn’t exactly working for me.

 

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About Not Another Statistic

Former Federal Agent Yuri Sorenson had left the bureau behind to become a private investigator. His ex-partner came to him asking for a favor, not knowing who else to trust. Yuri had always had

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a way of keeping his emotional distance from the people he protected, yet that changed the day Clarkson hesitantly limped into his life.

What happens when love is confused with pain? That’s the exact question Josh Clarkson had asked himself for years. He’d grown up in an overburdened foster care system, and from what he knew of love, he couldn’t expect anything but to be something tolerated. Was he meant to be more than a plaything or a piece of scenery? H could hope.

Two men who know nothing but being broken find that patience and acceptance are harder than losing hope. Is the leap of faith worth the reward of letting someone else in? Maybe they’ll find the strength to find out before the danger of Josh’s past tries to tear them apart.

Available at: Amazon

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About J.M. Dabney

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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