Friday, September 28, 2018

Blog Tour Review: The Hunt by J. M. Dabney and Davidson King

The Hunt
by J.M. Dabney and Davidson King
Release Date: September 15, 2018
Genre: M/M Romantic Suspense
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Disgraced detective turned private investigator, Ray Clancy, left the force with a case unsolved. Finding the killer was no longer his problem, but it still haunted him. How long would he survive the frustration of not knowing before he gave into the compulsion of his nature to solve the crime?

Server, Andrew Shay, existed where he didn’t feel he belonged, living behind the guise of a costume. Yet it paid the bills, and he refused to complain about the little things in life. One night he returned home from work to find his roommate dead and the killer still there. Afraid and alone, his life spiraled and he didn’t know what to do. Could a detective at his core and a scared young man join forces to bring down the killer in their midst?




The Hunt is a strong romantic suspense, in fact I find myself more intrigued with the serial killer case from the beginning. Ray is the hardened by life ex-cop who had seen too much and tired of all the bullshit, but he is relentless about solving the murders of the young gay men in the city. Andy is a server who witnessed the murder of his roommate and decided to call upon Ray to help him. 

I love the suspense plot of the story, which detailed Ray's investigative work and the paranoia that cloud Andy's life. Andy is desperately in need of help and Ray is more than willing to assist. I read the entire book in one night, trying to figure out who-done-it because I knew most of the time the culprit is someone we know. 

As for the romance angle, I didn't really connect with both Ray and Andy in the first half of the book. I find there is lack of sexual tension and chemistry. They sorta just came together without much fanfare and their first kiss kinda caught me off guard. But as the story went on, their relationship started to grow on me and of course I enjoy seeing Ray went all heroic trying to safe Andy and all that. I also like the supporting characters, especially Bradford and Ritchie. I hope they will get their own book and provide us with glimpse into Ray and Andy's life in future.




Rudy had given me a strange look when I’d walked in a few minutes earlier and didn’t take my usual spot at the counter. I was still mentally processing the call I’d received from one Andy Shay. I’d done a quick search for him and found several social media profiles from different Mr. Shays, but didn’t take the time to do a more thorough investigation. 

When he’d stated he’d witnessed a murder, I’d resigned myself to dealing with another crazy person, but then after Andy had explained, my tired brain had quickly put the pieces together. 

Andy sounded young and justifiably scared. His voice was soft with slightly husky notes. I didn’t know why out of everything the kid’s voice is what I remembered most. 

I raised my mug to my mouth and downed half of it, hoping the caffeine would wake me up. I should’ve slept. I’d spent most of the morning researching and hadn’t come up with one mention of similar crimes. Even if there was only one detail the same, I’d grasped at hope, only to be disappointed when the suspect was dead or imprisoned. I don’t know how I felt about that, but I didn’t have time to think too much about it. 

I curved my hands around the mug and stared into the dark liquid. The bell going off over the door had me lifting my head. A thin man walked in with clothes that hung on his frame. As soon as I’d looked up our eyes met. There was no doubt in my mind that he was the one I was waiting for, and I slid out of the booth. I sensed the young man’s fear, so I patiently stayed still as he prepared to approach me. 

Andy’s first few steps were cautious, as if he hadn’t made up his mind on whether I was an ally or foe. I knew that expression, I’d lost count of how many times I’d seen it over the years. Two decades of dealing with terrified and reluctant witnesses prepared me for anything.

“Mr. Clancy?” 

I was slightly taken aback by the sound of that voice in person and blamed it on my lack of sleep. The kid was young, maybe mid-twenties. 

“Call me, Ray. Please, take a seat.” I motioned at the bench and waited for him to slide into it. “Coffee?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“Rudy, refill for me and another for my friend here.” Rudy smirked at me from behind the counter, and I knew what he was thinking. That was the farthest thing from the truth. I was impatient to find out what happened the other night, but I waited for Rudy to approach with the coffeepot and an extra mug. 

“Does your date need a menu, or are you planning on being cheap, Clancy?” 

“Rudy, don’t fuck with me today.” 

The words must have come out harsher than I’d thought because I caught the kid flinching in my peripheral. Skittish. I was going to have to temper my normally gruff nature. 

“Cranky,” Rudy muttered, and I waited for him to drop off the menu, then return to the opposite side of the counter. 

I watched in horror at the amount of sugar the kid doctored his coffee with and tried to hide my disgust behind my own mug of straight, black coffee. The way coffee was meant to be drank. Andy’s hands shook, and if I hadn’t paid closer attention, I would’ve missed that. I warred with the decision to let Andy take the lead and start the conversation or broach the subject myself. 

My curiosity won. “Why did you contact me?” 

“I researched the case. A crime reporter, I can’t remember his name right now, well, he did some stories and your name was mentioned. Your name came up in several articles.” 

“But why are you here? I’m not a cop.” 



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.



Davidson King, always had a hope that someday her daydreams would become real-life stories. As a child, you would often find her in her own world, thinking up the most insane situations. It may have taken her awhile, but she made her dream come true with her first published work, Snow Falling.

When she’s not writing you can find her blogging away on Diverse Reader, her review and promotional site. She managed to wrangle herself a husband who matched her crazy and they hatched three wonderful children.

If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she’d tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you’re afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.

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