Friday, March 14, 2014

Glory Dogs by DeZré Storm Excerpt


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.


Author Links:

Website:
www.dstormnovels.com
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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