Elle of the Ball – “From the Mistress Elle Chronicles” (Abridged Excepts) – AUTHOR: J. Z. LUCIANO'S

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ELLE OF THE BALL 2ND EDITION – LUST, LOVE, & MAYHEM
FROM THE MISTRESS ELLE CHRONICLES

AS TOLD BY FIRST SERGEANT LYNN N. GRAVES

Collaboration By…

ALEX CUBAN – J. Z. LUCIANO

Synopsis: Elle of the Ball

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Tagline: “In the Shadows of High Society, Espionage Wears a Mask of Lust, Love, and Mayhem—And Trust Is the Ultimate Currency.”

Elle and Dominic glide through Metro-Atlanta’s glittering gala of galas, their smiles as polished as the champagne flutes they clink. Beneath the chandeliers, they orchestrate a political fundraiser that lure Neuvo-Riche’ donors like moths to a flame. But opulence conceals a darker truth—a web of unearth desires, disdain, and secrets spun from power and betrayal.

Elle, caught between her heart’s yearnings and the game of shadows, dances on the edge. When a gala entangles geo-global statesmen in a web of intrigue, they remain blissfully ignorant of their roles as pawns. As Elle and Dominic’s romance blooms, a single misstep plunges them into suspicion. The once-celebrated “Elle of the Ball” now faces scrutiny from unseen eyes.
Dialogue Teaser Lines:

Dominic’s voice, velvet and dangerous: “Elle, trust no one—not even me.”
In darken rooms and shadows, Elle’s whispered plea: “Mr. E, who pulls the strings?”
Bullets whiz past, and Elle’s resolve hardens: “I’ll dance with danger, but betrayal? Never.”
Betrayed and resolute, Elle seeks refuge with Mr. E, her shadowy dark ops contact. The Bratva’s vengeance knows no bounds, marking her as the Iron Gazelle. Allies old and new intricate circle rallies as the fundraiser night trans- forms into a harrowing gauntlet. Elle wields cunning and courage, navigating treacherous waters of lust, love, mayhem, and a bit of old-school espionage.

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+18 Years and Older – Mature Audiences Only

Language, Violence, and Decadent Sensuality (Three and a Half to Four Chili Peppers)

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INTRODUCTION

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Mistress Elle’s heart leapt and raced a mile a minute as she slid ever so slowly out of the firm’s black limo, it’s secret and state-of-the-art security mechanisms, scanning the area for any possible threats or mayhem. Her heart pounded against her chest with hope and glee, feeling like a newly freed slave from a nineteenth-century colonizer. Please, don’t get it twisted; her mindset was in a very happy and offensive state for a change.

“Finally… and I mean finally.” The giddy, yet alert officer softly whispered to herself. Her stomach churned with disbelief. “I can’t believe it.”

“Am I dreaming? This covert shit and lifestyle will be over and done with for me… for good.” Elle recanted under her breath. Heart thumping powerfully against the officer’s and beauty’s chest.

With good reason….

Because the evening’s and beauty’s beau of the moment; well-laid plans; fundraiser, and high-end statesmen/stateswomen engagement was to be her very last. Well, allegedly, as one of NATO’s crème-de-la crème’ Ghost Protocols and off the books deep-dark-operative, and best kept spy secret of many an ally. Ask any retired commander or officer, young or old, from their clandestine world.

Meaning many of the officer’s assignments were so perilous and secretive at times, that without notice all communications and engagements were shut down. Hmm.

Elle could only rely on her resources and skills. Her time had neared to leave the network. That ire and clandestine web of shadow governments and geo-global ghosts. If you know what I mean? Even more reason she’d been looking forward to this one particular evening for months. Of course, her sexy-ass Siciliano beau of the moment… notwithstanding.

That said, Elle stepped onto the long posh, red-carpeted walkway leading to the grand gardens of the Segretti family’s Versailles-styled estate, gracefully donning her Fitzroy family’s airloom and diamond tiara (with hidden mics and antennas on all its sides). Its GPS signal was turned to full throttle. Accompanied by her favorite pearl and Swarovski crystal-embellished queen Ann Berlin mask and long opera-length gloves, so white they nearly blotted out the red carpet’s spotlight. Not a single guest had a clue. All those high-end garbs were adorned to the nines with need-be total espionage and secret agent provocateur state-of-the-art spy hardware. Even those extra-long, gorgeous silk gloves had tiny microphones well sewn within their seams.

Um tellin yah— nothing would be left to chance on her watch, nor the NSA’s….

Safe to say, Ms. Secret Agent Houte’ Couture came prepared for the night… and her duty to God, the Firm, and Country! In case there were any unanticipated threats or disruptions arising during this high-end gubernatorial fundraiser and function. In other words, folks, total spy business as usual.

On the other hand— the fecklessness, ruthlessness, and recklessness of fate and destiny’s mischievousness are poising themselves to remind Officer Fitzroy-Cruz to never ever forget about the burning lust, fire, and dedication to her duty simmering underneath nearly four- hundred-sixty-grand worth of Haute Couture and field armaments. Her leaving the firm would be met with nothing short of resistance, at best. Lordt— when will operatives like Lady Fitzroy-Cruz ever learn!

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Elle was one of those rare gems of an asset and officer. The Firms’ teeth were embedded deeply into her flesh. She’s having to really fight like the dickens to ever be completely free. The officer and agent never fully gave that notion a good goddamn. She was out and done. That was fucking it.

On this night, she’d poised herself to delve as deep as she could into pleasure, lust, love, and God knows what else. Dammit Girl. Once she emerged fully from that beast of steel, chariot of surveillance’s final link-up to her gadgets, Elle was beyond astonished. Pausing for a few short moments to admire the masked views facing her, along with the glaring Georgia moon beams.

Wow, how fucking impressive! Elle murmured silently to herself. Enamored by the Segretti estate as well as the high-end wealthy donors to the fundraiser’s cause. Total turn-on covertly. Her very perky and robust bosom played a bit of a peek-a-boo as she bent down in a faux curtsey towards the onlookers and guests, covertly stealing glances at the seven- hundred-plus covered faces to the event’s great cause. Concealing many a foe and friend.

Instinctively, Elle knew they were anxiously awaiting her arrival. It never failed each year. Both for the right and wrong reasons.

You see, secretly Elle was of the peerage of England. Indoctrinated after a very unfortunate short -lived marriage to an amazing Duke and MI6 agent. Who lost his life in service and duty to his beloved country of England. Elle learned so much from her beloved Lord Fitzroy’s guidance and love.

Which is why she never wavered in her services, love, and dedication to both MI5 and MI6. Apart from her felt the need to serve in his name, still. Love is a very powerful wheel, that never stops turning, in the spy world. A well-kept secret and fact from the rest of the us, real truth. A spy’s sensuality is likened to that of his or her honor. Safe to say, that at times there is more honor among thieves!

Besides, US intelligence didn’t mind her having dual citizenship. Lord Fitzroy served at the pleasure of many an American president, as well. You really gotta love this damn woman’s tenacity and dedication. It’s no wonder the spy agencies clung to her like a bad virus.

Though, most of her time in service was spent in America. England remained stamped on her heart forever. That said, however, so many women and would-be-suitors in and around Georgia never got or dared to embrace this fact. Her title was the Dowager Duchess Elle Lucia Fitzroy Cruz. Quite a mouth full, amongst a host of other titles given the special agent and operative.

Most impressive. She never allowed it to interfere with her duties and obligations, or the business at hand. She had a sworn duty to uphold. And uphold her assigned share of the task she did… and for damn sure would!

That said, Mr. Segretti’s Republican Gubernatorial fundraiser and ball were off and running, right? Hmm.
Especially with half their fiscal goal already in. Of course, prior to the night’s spectacular and hypnotic event. Elegant fountains and grassy knolls were themed with a symphony of laughter. Glasses were clinking like the night was young. And the muffled music swirling in the air created an atmosphere of opulence and intrigue. It was a night where secrets pranced about in the air like old antebellum ghosts and beautifully handcrafted masks concealed the faces of deception. Only time will tell a friend from a foe. Oh… holy shit!

🖋✨PART I

Don Radiccio Segretti, billionaire philanthropist, former La Cosa nostra Italian Mob boss, and secret DNI global point person, asset, and made man had it all. With one exception— Elle! His love of life and must-have.

📚🤓Great Day In the Morning! Readers “Elle of the Ball” Is Well Worth the Wait!!!