Title: GLORY DOGS Forged Through Glory
Author: Dezré Storm
Genre: Adult Sci-Fi Action Adventure Romance
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~Synopsis~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. **
Dog’s pulse quickened. Static ran down his spine. The alpha hormone in him was waking. His fingers curled around the base of Yoland's fatigue top. She went rigid. A glance to her jaw line revealed her clenching teeth.
He heaved on his instinct to hold his purr. The alpha moved him to do what it willed. He could rip the garment clear of her with little effort. She was strong, but he could manage her lithe form with ease.
He could break her in half. The thought steeled his hand with caution against injuring a femme. With his mind on gentleness, he focused.
Towing her fatigue top from the waist of her bottom, he analyzed the generous hump curving from her impossibly thin waist. He paused. It had been a long time since he had to use his ability to remain rational against the alpha hormone. He focused on his intent to gather his senses before taking in the full scent of her exposed flesh.
He rolled the bottom of the fatigue top up, brushing her smooth skin with his knuckles. Yoland tensed at the contact and seemed to fight the need to jerk away. Dog ignored her response. It was within his rights as a sergeant to handle a potential member of his squadron. Another brush of his knuckle against her back and a warning crawled his spine. Sanction had called her the untouchable.
He stopped rolling the shirt and scented the threat rising from the pores of the femme. He resisted a smile at her defiance to touch, well aware the alpha would bring out the thrill for any challenge she could present. Control. He mentally repeated the only mantra that could settle him quickly.
“Cover your front, femme, if it pleases you.” He spoke in a low tone.
Yoland peered to the assistant for approval to follow the order. The femme nodded. Yoland crossed her arms over her breasts. His fingers purposefully brushed her tempting silken skin. She tensed under his touch. He rolled the shirt to the top of her shoulders to reveal the full detail of the Aknotian tribal panther tattooed on her flesh.
The exposure of her skin released more of her femme pheromone. Dog’s mouth watered. A short sniff and he detected the fragranced flesh.
He had his share of petting from Aknotian femmes but had never seen one baring such a mark. Nodes of scent glands hid within the depth of the tattoo ink, nearly invisible to the eye. They lined both sides of her spine and tightened against her tension, squeezing beads of scented oil within them.
Even with her efforts to contain her fragrance the sweet smell caused his jaw to fall open in a soft pant. His heartbeat thumped in his ears. The room was melting away. His vision was narrowing on her.
Dog held his breath, refusing to allow her scent to play havoc with his body. He damned the discomfort of the flesh growing in his breeches. How by-the-goddess could she cause his mating instincts to flare?
Satisfied with his finding, he took care in unrolling her shirt to cover her again, trailing his knuckles opposite sides of her spine. Yoland squirmed at the stroke. He took the notes back from the assistant. Brought the files up as a distraction to render the control he needed.
Pressing his palm to the images of the carousel, he suspended the files next to each other in a clear row. The remaining femme files in relation to the tall scrawny Aknotian were a joke near laughable. Yoland Sleek was the top performer.
He could’ve cursed at comparing her file to all twenty. Overall she was the top pick, but the file flag had placed her as trouble. The use of the LOWD had put her in the second round.
She was the most mission experienced, even with a low conditioning stamp declaring she lost focus under stress. He rubbed his chin in thought. If he kept her close, he could train her to have more resistance to panic in the face of death.
Dog looked to the mirrored glass of the silence room where he was certain Sanction was sweating bullets. He cut his stare over the group of women. He gave a slight shake of his head and cursed the stupidity of his thoughts.
The untouchable would be trouble. If he left her to another sergeant, he would mistreat her due to her strength alone. The red flag would certainly be her end among other men. A Helion alpha would have no problem with her bold nature.
Dog rounded the line again and stopped in front of the Aknotian for his final analysis.
“Eyes front, Soldier.” The growl following his statement gave a mild warning.
Her sights snapped up from the floor. Gorgeous hazel eyes met his stare, laced with venom, no doubt due to his touch. The intolerance calmed to confusion. Her gaze held.
Perhaps it was the deep mark on the left side of his face, or maybe it was the first time she had stared into the eyes of a Helion. Whatever it was, the loss of her anger calmed her features and placed her solidly in the realm of top Aknotian beauty. He wanted to grab her, to kiss her lush mouth. Test if she tasted of coconut and chocolate, or sex and satisfaction.
He wanted to risk his life getting close to her, knowing her; loving her. Such a scrawny thing, but he craved she bind him. Impose all her heated anger on him. He heaved on the reigns of his instinct and fought his alpha into restraint.
“I’ll take this one.”
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.
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