Dogs of War

Dogs of War

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Throughout history there have been those who, even after a war had been concluded, still craved the fight. Their blood lust couldn't be sated by a mere war, no they wanted more. They abandoned their armies, their kings and queens, their friends and family, their God, their government, and their life, for the taste of blood. Some fought for money, some for the joy. They fought whoever they could, empire, country, the world. They abandoned everything they knew, just to fight. History calls them mercenaries, but I call them the Dogs of War, for peace can never last, and the Dogs of War are always ready. (WARNING: this contains graphic scenes, mature topics, and acts of violence described in detail, if you become uneasy to such things, please do not read this.)
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I am now in the editing stages of this book but the content is complete. This book is book one of a trilogy and the next book I will begin posting after I get through edits in Broken. ( very soon!) Thank you for all the support and love! Warning: Mature content. Mild Sexual scenes identified in chapter intros. Very light and Mild Violence (street fighting/boxing). Strong language (cursing In all chapters). Tagged for mature audience, but within the guidelines of not having to mark the book as for mature audiences. Authors Note: There were times when I wrote this book like one would read, a GOOD read, addicted. It would be mid day, still in my sweats, coffee brewing, and I would be feverishly turning out pages. Days consumed with passion and then there were days my characters were silent. There were days unfortunately that I questioned every page and at times I wanted to scrap the whole thing. On those days, I sought out my favorite place in the world, the woods. There in nature, I would find my way back to all the words that completed this book. It has been a journey, one that I have come to cherish.

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