Book Title: Glory Dogs: Forged Through Glory
Genre: Sci-fi, Action Adventure,
Multicultural romance, Erotica
Release Date: Dec. 6, 2012
Author: DeZré Storm
“One woman’s hunt becomes the galaxy’s only salvation”
Blurb:
Yoland “Kitten”
Sleek is used to living in a world of secrets. Born a mixed breed of humanoid,
one engineered to kill and another made for pleasure, she explores the galaxy
searching for the one source that can protect the privacy of her family: her
father. The pleasure breed’s illegal bloodline endangers her existence and
brands her with a death sentence. Blackmailed into an agreement with the
superiors of her employer, she lands in dangerous hands.
Special Operations
Sergeant Brinks “Watch” Dog leads his squadron into the most challenging of
planetary environments in service to the Compound Operations Research
Exploration (CORE) Unit of the United Human Alliance. Bound to his Squad
Leader, Jeremy “Sanction” Weaver, they scour the galaxies hunting to fulfill
the missions of the CORE and save a planet’s people. After the rare addition of
female Enlist Yoland Sleek to the team, the secrecy surrounding her threatens
the squadron’s existence.
Can they keep their
minds focused on the mission, or should their attentions deviate to the
temptation of Yoland Sleek?
** Series contains adult situations and open sexuality. **
About DeZré Storm:
Tales of adventure, love and sexuality have always intrigued
and inspired DeZré Storm. Weaving stories of strong character, action
adventure, paranormal encounters and steaming sex make DeZré Storm tales
perfect for anyone seeking a heart pounding and spicy get away. This author
doesn’t mind taking your imagination to exciting new places.
Readers that crave adventurous sexy stories set in imperfect
worlds will enjoy DeZré Storm novels. Glory Dog’s action and sensuality is
guaranteed to keep you panting.
Careful. It gets hot under the cover.
Twitter: @dezrestorm.com
Excerpt:
The smell of femme flesh was overwhelming.
Dog sneezed immediately after stepping out of the silence room. His enhanced
sense of smell lent him to avoid most crowds.
The last seven of the femme enlist
stepped to the front line to stand shoulder to shoulder. The light beamed down
on each of them in the open gray space. The footprint decal added a glue glow
to their fatigues.
“Sergeant Brinks Watch Dog.” The
femme assistant announced his name and GEAR handle to the group. “Special
Operations Sergeant of the Dog-Four Squadron.”
The tiny assistant was there to
ensure the sergeants behaved themselves and aid them in any way with their
picks, but no sergeants had made use of her. The previous sergeants had passed
the tallest, thinnest and more muscled of the group with ease, considering them
the least attractive of choice.
Dog neared them. He inhaled with
intent to smell fear and stifled a purr.
The unexpected reaction caused him to
go still. His gaze passed over each of them. He allowed his nose to determine
which one carried the strangely alluring scent. His analysis settled on the
tallest one.
The Aknotian was nearly Sanction’s
height or equal, by his judgment. She didn’t smell of Hybus flowers from Prime
or Neckturac leaves of Gaccata, which were the hottest and most high-end of
femme fragrance patches. She smelled of cocoa butter, roses and something else,
a sweetness he didn’t know. On his second inhale he nearly groaned at the
exotic mixture tickling his nostrils and stirring his ****.
Dog lifted the cylinder, certain
Sanction would be cursing by now at how long it was taking him to choose from
the line. Replacing Relock’s experience with rookies was a matter of skill. Not
f***-ability. He projected the files into the air, selected the Aknotian’s
square using his palm. With a wave of his hand, her file shifted to the top.
Yoland “No handle” Sleek.
He noticed the red flag next to her
name immediately. She hadn’t acquired a GEAR handle in her previous squadron,
suggesting she wasn’t well liked among them. He skimmed her behavior file beyond
her poor conditioning stamp. A quick temper and a smart mouth pointed to the
reasons she wasn't well received.
He recalled the projection to the
cylinder and walked a circle around the group. Each femme looked him in his
eyes when he stopped and analyzed their form. He paused in front of the
Aknotian. She stared off to the side of him towards the floor.
He had learned much in the platoon
under Colonel Williams, who had then been his sergeant. Williams was a fountain
of knowledge when it came to the people of planet Aknos. The planet's
environment was deadly. Aknotians learned from birth to keep their eye on
everything, whether it moved or not. Yoland's resistance to do so confirmed her
off-world status.
Perhaps it was in his favor. Dog took
a long moment to look on her. He noted the femme's shoulders had seemed to sink
since his first glance at her in the lineup. Her arms and chest were leaner
than a normal femme. He hadn't noticed how wick thin she was from the silence
room, but muscle definition peeked through the legs of her fatigue breeches.
Satisfied with his analysis, he rounded the group and turned his assessment
over in his mind.
He made another circle around the
lineup to motivate his thoughts of the Aknotian into his objective mind and
focused on comparing the strength of the femme's shoulders and the length and
contour of their spines. If the femme wasn’t strong, he would make her strong.
He stopped at the back of the
chocolate-skinned cocoa-smelling femme once more, noting through the white of
her fatigues an unnatural darkness covering her back end from shoulder to pant
line.
His skim through the file had
mentioned a mark. Curiosity moved him to see its detail.
“Femme.” He addressed the assistant
with respect before handing the cylinder to her.
A slight smile curled her lips. She
nodded and took a step backwards to allow him room.
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