"The style of Deckard is raw, heart wrenching, heartwarming, brutal, forceful and just a fantastic great read. The action is action, the sex is sex, the eroticism not something to miss, and the stories? Well, they are pretty amazing."
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Boy Meets Boy Reviews give Sarge 4.5 Stars!
SheReadsALot says:
"There's nothing like great dirty talk. And when it's paired with great D/s? It's like there's a jackpot to be read. And "Sarge", the first in the F.I.S.T.S. series, definitely has that in spades. In less than sixty pages, it gets the job done to portray a burgeoning relationship between two space marines who are fighting a losing battle on an alien planet."
Prism Book Alliance gives Sarge 4.5 Stars!
Optimist ♰King’s Wench♰ says:
"I’m rapidly approaching hero worship with this author. This little nugget packs more of a punch than I had any right to expect in fifty odd pages. Sarge is a well constructed novella with fantastic world building, superb research into military speak, likable characters that are kinky and ON FI-YAH!"
Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents give Sarge 4.5 Stars!
Toni says:
"This author's writing is so fresh. I read a lot and sometimes stories feel somewhat recycled, definitely not the case with anything Bey writes.
Sarge is a sci-fi, futuristic, war, BDSM combo. It's short, but the wording is perfect, no repetition, exactly right for bringing the setting to life in our minds. It contains plenty of action to carry the story solely and the perfect amount of sexuality to hook the reader."
MM Good Book Reviews Gives Sarge 5 Hearts!
KathyMac says:
"This ain’t like no sci-fi I’ve ever seen. This is erotic with feelings that leap from the pages. Pages that you will be glued to and just like a sponge, you will be absorbing every single word."
The Blogger Girls give Sarge 4.5 Stars!
JustJen says:
"This story pulled me in immediately, so that I felt as though I was in the trenches right there with Sarge and Murph. I’m not usually a fan of sci-fi stories, but here, I was gobbling up every detail. I found the technical details to be extremely vivid and believable and one of the things I really enjoyed about this story."
Sarge
Down on my knees in mud made from equal parts dirt and blood, I survey the damage done to Sarge. His left eye’s completely gone; it’s just a big, wet red hole where the charge went in. Thankfully, it’s cauterized some, so the bleeding is minimal. There’s nothing I can really do about it; he’ll have to get it replaced at the chop n’ change at HQ, and that’s a half-hour hike that might as well be on the other side of the planet as long as the sun’s still up.
I pop open a compartment in my hip and take out a pin-sticker of hubba bubba. I jab it into his neck and sit back to check if any of this goddamned blood is my own while I let the painkiller work its magic. HeBA, or Hexa-Benactryl Almeanotroxene, is a synthetic compound that’s part homegrown and part alien; the fact that the shit is bright fucking pink gets me thinking that the squinters and grinders that make it were actively hoping for the nickname.
It doesn’t take long. The hubba’s pretty potent. Up until this point, the Sarge’s been staring off to the side, his face tense, not saying a word. The wound’s gotta hurt like hell, but this is the Sarge. He’s a legend. Hell, even I’d be tempted to cry a little if some asshole blew a hole in my head. When he finally turns to me, his right eye looks blankly somewhere over my shoulder, and there’s no expression on his face.
“Soldier?” he says, like he doesn’t know who I am. He’s still not looking directly at me, and it dawns on me right then that maybe he can’t see.
“Y’sir,” I reply. My voice is in the basement end of the register, all gravel and boom. Half of what I say ends up sounding like a grunt, but that’s fine with me. I don’t say much.
