State of Affairs by Dany Sirene

State of Affairs
by Dany Sirene

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-756-7
Genre(s): Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella
Page Count: 63

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Blurb:
Jade Harron has been tapped for a very delicate mission. Twin kingdoms, at war for ages, only have one chance at alliance: union by marriage. But someone doesn't want the warring kingdoms united. No way the king's willing to put his daughter's neck on the line! But he's got the perfect spy for the role -- half-Elf and cross-dressing courtesan Jade Harron, of course.
Somehow Jade's not convinced Prince Keandre will be all that pleased when he discovers their deception. Then again, what will they do if the prince prefers to keep his Elven "Bride"? And then there's Jade's former lover, Gareth, Captain of Prince Keandre's guard and keeper of his secrets... and secret desires. Gareth knows far too much about Jade's past. Will he expose Jade for who he is? Or coerce him back to his bed?
Jade has a feeling no matter how this ill-conceived affair turns out, his life will never be the same. Danger, deception, espionage and unbridled lust -- all politics as usual in this decadent court.

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State of Affairs
Dany Sirene
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Holding up the flouncy skirts with the easy grace of a dancer, I pranced into the assembly hall, right past the guards whose eyes looked like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. I stopped in the entranceway and curtsied with a flourish to the king and queen of Aleyne. The king stared at me, trying really hard not to show his astonishment.
"Good evening, Your Majesties," I said in my most melodious girly voice -- my trademark and the best part of my act. "You wished to see me?"
The king shook his head. The queen looked utterly scandalized and hid her face behind her fan.
"Seriously, Master Harron. Was this really necessary? It's... disconcerting, to say the least," the king said with a disapproving look.
I assumed an expression of insulted innocence. "I simply didn't wish to waste my time or yours."
The king heaved a sigh. "All right. The illusion is believable enough, I'll give you that. But could you foil an assassination attempt in this..." He gestured at the puffy under-layers of lace peeking out from beneath the sky-blue silk skirt.
"Crinoline," I finished helpfully. "I assure you, my combat skills are in no way diminished by --"
At the king's signal, the guard who stood just behind me pulled out a knife and lunged at me. I reached up and gripped the guard's wrist. The blade stopped just inches away from my elaborate coiffure. Stifling a yawn, I gave his arm a little twist. The guard gasped in pain and let go of the blade, which clattered to the floor. I let go of him instantly, and the man rubbed his wrist, muttering a few extremely unflattering words.
I smiled coquettishly at their majesties and patted my hair. "Any other questions?"
The queen's mouth was a little painted "O" of shock on her pale face. The king cleared his throat, trying to collect himself. "Yes. You do understand that this is a highly sensitive political matter."
"Of course."
"And therefore discretion is absolutely crucial."
I tried not to let my disappointment show. "Yes, my lord. Of course."
"Now, the story is, Princess Amalia is my darling Lisele's little sister. No one has seen her up to this point because she was raised in a convent." He paused and glared at me. "A convent, Master Harron. Integrate this knowledge into your act if you can."
I nodded, trying not to crack up. "That's all very well. I also know that the people of Levant are known for their pious chastity, but I still think Prince Keandre will notice that something is not quite right when the wedding night comes around."
"Harron, this is serious," the king fumed. "And it won't come to that. Once you get there, your job is to figure out who is sending the threats to assassinate my Lisele, and to... deal with them. Then I will revoke my decision and send Princess Lisele in your place."
"Yes, sir, but are you sure it won't cause political, ah, frictions?"
The king's expression made me want to swallow my tongue. "You let me worry about that, Master Harron. You just do what I assigned you to do, nothing more and nothing less, without making an idiot of yourself and this whole court by extension. Think you can handle that?"
I broke out in a cold sweat under the tightly laced corset of the gown, swallowed the lump in my throat, and nodded.
"That's all. You will be leaving first thing tomorrow."
And thus, my fate was sealed.
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Razor's Edge: Lost Temple by Dany Sirene

Razor's Edge: Lost Temple

by Dany Sirene Cover art: Marteeka Karland

ISBN: 978-1-60521-914-1

Genre(s): Razor's Edge Press, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Hot Flashes, BDSM

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

A young archaeology student is determined to make a historical discovery, but she has no idea what is waiting for her in the heart of the jungle.

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Corporate Spy 2: Risk Assessment by Dany Sirene

Corporate Spy 2: Risk Assessment

by Dany Sirene Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-699-7

Genre(s): Futuristic, Action Adventure/ Suspense, BDSM

Series: Corporate Spy

Length: Novella

Page Count: 31

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Blurb:
Genevieve Taillefer, professional spy, knew she'd signed up for one hell of a job -- to pose as a secretary for industrialist Emmanuel Godard. But while she's distracted by her sexy boss, someone else is also trying to find out what Godard is researching behind closed doors. After an office party turns out to be not quite what she expected, Gen finds herself in a situation that quickly goes from kinky to dangerous. And unless she finds a way out, it might cost her not only her job, but her life.
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Corporate Spy 2: Risk Assessment
Dany Sirene
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I started my Thursday just like I had the previous three days -- at my posh glass and metal desk, dressed in a sharp designer suit with a lace push-up bra and crotchless panties -- bored out of my skull. I don't know what my boss had been up to in the last week (and all my feeble attempts to find out were fruitless) but the fact was, he had pretty much ignored me. A normal person would be happy to be paid megabucks by the hour for essentially sitting on her ass doing nothing. But not me.
Not because I'm such a model employee, of course. But when I was hired as the secretary and personal assistant of Emmanuel Godard himself, the head of the electrical giant EM Power, I expected some... I don't know... action. And not just the literal kind.
So when the sleek black intercom at my desk buzzed, I nearly jumped. "Yes, sir?" I had to make an effort to keep my voice from squeaking with excitement.
"Genevieve. Coffee, please. Now."
"Right away, sir," I said cautiously. I couldn't tell if he meant just coffee or... coffee with a side of cream, if you know what I mean. It could be part of his games. That was the thrill of working for him. Or, at least, had been, before this week. "How would you like your coffee?" It never hurt to specify.
"Black," came the curt answer. "For two."
My heart sank. That meant he had a visitor and there would be no play happening. And that would mark the end of another maddeningly frustrating day.
As I made my way to the coffee machine, teetering in my standard-attire high-heeled pumps, I tried to think positive. Maybe I could eavesdrop on whatever conversation they'd be having, and learn something useful for my other job. Damn, sometimes I forgot I was actually supposed to be spying on the man, not just bringing him his coffee. Well, I can't help it. Emmanuel Godard is so yummy he makes it hard for a hot-blooded female to concentrate. I mean, who can resist six-foot-four of shapely French man with the most perfect cock I've ever laid eyes (or anything else) on?
But I did my best to focus on my task. I filled two cups with black coffee, then thought for a moment, smiled to myself, and dumped a few spoonfuls of sugar into Emmanuel's cup. That would make a suitable pretext for him to call me in for a little reprimand. That thought definitely made me perk up, in all senses of the word. I wondered what he would deem sufficient punishment for such a transgression. Would he bend me over the desk and spank me? Or perhaps force me to accompany him to the board meeting... with a mini-vibrator strapped under my skirt?
That was enough to make me cream my panties, and since they were crotchless and I was wearing a skirt... Well, let's just say when I came in to bring the coffee, Emmanuel would notice. I threw a quick glance around and lightly caressed my nipple through the crisp cotton of my blouse. I breathed in sharply and bit back a moan.
But just as I was considering slipping my hand under my skirt and giving myself a little treat, the intercom buzzed again, and I hurried the coffees into the next office where my boss was waiting.
Unfortunately, the second I walked into Emmanuel Godard's office, wiggling my ass in my skin-tight skirt, I almost dropped the tray -- because in the other luxurious leather office chair sat a woman. From where I stood I could only make out her hair, black and pulled back in a bun, the side of her face -- a lot of blush -- and a leg in beige pantyhose and a white pump. I had never seen her before, and I had to admit my heart skipped a beat.
Emmanuel looked up at me and smiled, the very picture of the ideal boss. "Ah, Genevieve."
"Your coffee," I said, careful to keep my voice neutral, and set out to serve the two coffees -- the very picture of the model secretary.
I took advantage of the situation to sneak a peek or two at the woman. I had been kind of hoping she would be one of those dour office types, with thin lips and too much makeup. The first glance at her proved me wrong. Sure, she was dressed in an austere beige suit, but her posture was straight and her eyes were sharp. She had something of a panther about her -- if panthers wore pantyhose, that is.
I lingered with the empty tray, awaiting further instructions. All I got was a cursory nod from Emmanuel. "That's all, Genevieve. Thank you." Fuming, I walked out of the office, closing the door behind me. As I did so, I paused for just a second before I shut it. "So I'm afraid, Madame Bellevue, that this deal you're proposing is not possible. The research is the exclusive property of EM and it's not for sale. So even though your offer is most generous..."
I decided not to push my luck and shut the door, even though I was burning up with curiosity. So this Bellevue woman was interested in the same thing as my bosses. By the sound of it, she'd offered a decent sum of money for it, and Godard very diplomatically told her to go fuck herself.
Interesting. Very interesting...
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Corporate Spy 1: Entry Level by Dany Sirene

Corporate Spy 1: Entry Level

by Dany Sirene Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-645-4

Genre(s): Futuristic, Action Adventure/ Suspense, BDSM

Series: Corporate Spy

Length: Novella

Page Count: 39

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Blurb:
When Genevieve "Gen" Taillefer is recruited to spy on Emmanuel Godard, the head of EM Power, she thinks she is ready for anything. Even if it means posing as an entry level employee to infiltrate the company. Then she lays eyes on Emmanuel himself -- arrogant, unpredictable and sexy as hell -- and things are about to get interesting for everyone involved.
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Corporate Spy 1: Entry Level
Dany Sirene
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"You're crazy. We're gonna get caught."
I shut him up in the surest way possible, pressing my mouth over his, kissing him deeply, teasing him with flicks of my tongue. I bit down on his lower lip, hard enough to make him moan. I wasted no time undoing his belt buckle and freeing his cock from the constraints of his jeans. His eyes unfocused momentarily when I wrapped my hand around his balls and squeezed. "I want you, Connor. Right here, up against the wall."
Still seeing hesitation in his eyes, I guided his hand up my thigh, over the ripped fishnet stocking and black garter, up under the short plaid skirt, to where I'd conveniently forgotten to wear panties despite the October chill. He gasped into my mouth, and whatever reservations he might have had were forgotten.
He lifted me up, pinning me against the wall. I felt the texture of the rough bricks through my leather jacket but was too turned on to care. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I felt his hot, smooth cock press against my inner thigh, and I guided him in with my fingers, slick with my own juice. I was already dripping wet, and he slid all the way in with no effort.
"Oh, fuck," I murmured, my lips brushing against his ear. He began to thrust, carefully at first, then harder and harder, losing the control, ramming me... right... into... the wall... of the police station. I came so hard that I had to bite down on his neck to stifle my cry. I heard him gasp, and the pain/pleasure of the bite must have pushed him over the edge. With a grunt, he came inside me, his cock pulsing.
"Wow." He nipped at my earlobe. "Didn't take you very long."
"Sorry," I answered, basking in the afterglow of the orgasm. "You have no idea how hot this sort of thing gets me."
"It's the risk of getting caught, isn't it? I guess that's sort of in your job description."
I shrugged. "And you can't resist it," I said with a grin. Connor was such a great guy and sexy as hell -- great for the kind of casual fling I was looking for, despite his lack of adventurousness. Good thing I had enough for the both of us.
He carefully lowered me back to the ground, his cock slipping out of my pussy and leaving behind a wet trail of come that chilled in the cool air. Having proven my point, I pulled down my skirt.
"Agent Genevieve Taillefer." He leaned in for one more kiss, gently nibbling on my lower lip. "You are one kinky bitch."
* * *
"You two are late. Again." Jeff pushed his glasses up, like he always did when he was nervous or pissed off but trying not to show it.
"Sorry," I said, trying not to grin so obviously. "Something came up." Jeff gave me a look that was half furious, half imploring.
Next to him, Shannon rolled her eyes. "Come on now, Gen. Everyone knows what you two were up to. I mean, I could smell it before you walked in the door."
Jeff turned scarlet and began to study his hands with great focus, which meant he had seen the obvious, too. Connor cracked up. I had to admit, it was kind of funny seeing the red blotches of anger all over Shan's face when she said it. She continued glaring at me in that way that plainly said, You think you're above all of us because you're fucking the team leader, you dirty slut. The fact was we all knew she'd had a crush on Connor since before I was even on the team.
"And you'll never guess where," I began, but at that point Connor elbowed me sharply in the ribs. It was too tempting, really, to see the look on their faces, but I knew Shan would raise a big stink about unnecessary risk, and Jeff would just worry.
Just at that moment the screen (an ordinary, not too expensive TV as far as anyone outside the team was concerned) flicked on.
"All right, people, that's enough." General Ames looked like somebody's beloved grandpa. I was sure he was, to someone luckier than us. At least, I hoped for their sakes he didn't act like this at home. "Get your asses in gear before I have you all benched and replaced by someone with two brain cells to rub together."
Somehow we all straightened out and assumed serious facial expressions. He has that effect on people.
"I have the details of the Energy Metropolitan mission," he said, lowering his thick glasses onto the tip of his nose and looking down at a stack of papers. "I have a job opportunity for one of you losers. You will be working at EM, observing employees, morale, that sort of thing."
I can't have been the only one who breathed a sigh of relief at that. Didn't sound too serious. Easy promotion?
I spoke -- or rather, thought -- too soon.
"Then, once you've thoroughly infiltrated the EM collective and are well respected and trusted, I need you to find out what goes on in Section 6F. On the official blueprints of the EM building, the section is labeled storage. But I have reasons to believe it is not. Godard is working on something in there, something illegal and potentially dangerous, and I need to know what that is."
I was glad the general couldn't see me gulp. Godard, head of the largest electricity company in the state, known for his opposition sympathies, developing something in secret? That might qualify as serious and life-threatening -- and most certainly not an easy promotion.

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Elfin Blood by Dany Sirene

Elfin Blood

by Dany SireneCover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-616-4

Genre(s): Dark Fantasy, BDSM

Theme(s): Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures

Length: Novella

Page Count: 83

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Blurb:
Aeryn never expected to fall for Rath, her gorgeous but cruel captor. But does he really want her, or just her immortality?

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Elfin Blood
Dany Sirene
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Greedily, she pulled the bowl closer and with shaking hands started to shovel the gruel right into her mouth, not caring about where it came from or how she might look, feeling disgusted with herself but unable to help it. She shook so much that the bowl flipped over, gruel spilling onto the floor. She wailed in despair.
The echo of steps down the hallway made her freeze. It couldn't have been the boy with the food. They never fed her twice in one day. As the steps grew closer she began to shiver. Finally, a much larger man -- so large he took up almost all the hallway -- showed up, torch in hand. He thrust it closer to the bars to see what was behind them. In the flickering flame she could make out his face, and she recoiled. Tangled clumps of gray beard covered half of it; the rest was grotesque, pocked skin, a crooked nose that looked like it had been broken repeatedly, and tiny, oily-looking eyes shamelessly ogled her as she curled into a ball.
"There you are."
There was a sound of a key in the lock, turning with difficulty. Then with a deafening whine of hinges the door opened and he stepped in. She tried to crawl away but came up against a plaque of iron. She scampered away with a shriek of pain.
"So it's true. Them elves don't like iron." He reached out and grabbed her by the hair. She tried to dodge him but he was quicker than he looked. She yelped as he dragged her out of the cell.
"What you got there, Regar?" Another voice echoed in the hallway. She gave up fighting and went limp on the floor, trying to ease the pain of her hair being pulled out by its roots.
"That elf they dragged in. The master wanted to see 'er."
She caught a glimpse of the second man, standing in a narrow doorway of a dimly lit room, visible behind the half-open door.
"Get 'er in here, then." He did. Once the door closed behind them, he let go of Aeryn's hair and she collapsed to the floor in a heap. "I can see why," muttered the second man.
"No, Mutt. We got orders." The first one laughed. It was a sound more like rusty metal screeching than real laughter.
"At what he pays us, he can damn well share," Mutt guffawed.
"You got a point," said the first one. Now they were both glaring at her cowering at their feet, unable to move.
The one called Regar reached down and took hold of her neck this time. He lifted her up like she was a kitten. She tried to struggle but he was crushing her throat. She felt her limbs weakening. "What do you say, beauty? Ever fucked a human before?"
Fear, as hot as the touch of iron and just as inescapable, flooded her. Her vision was starting to go black, red circles dancing before her eyes, as with his other hand he tore off the rags that used to be her hunting shirt, exposing her to the cold, damp air.
No, she tried to choke out, but her voice was gone. Her lungs burned for air, and her eyes stung fiercely as he pressed her up against the wall. She could feel the slimy rock against her back. It was like it was happening to someone else.
There was a sound, a strange, tearing sound. She felt something hot and wet splatter her chest. At once, the hand crushing her throat loosened, and she drew in a sharp breath. The thick smell of copper filled her nostrils.
As her vision cleared, she looked down, gasping in disbelief. Regar's eyes were bulging out of their sockets. His mouth hung open, making horrible, rasping sounds. The blood-covered tip of a blade protruded from his chest. She didn't even have time to scream when someone grabbed Regar from behind and tossed him aside with the greatest of ease. She collapsed to the floor, landing on her hands and knees, coughing.
"Please do obey my orders in the future," spoke a new voice somewhere above her. She looked up. Through the red veil that still covered her vision, she saw the outline of a tall, broad-shouldered man with a steel sword in his hand. With a slow, almost lazy movement, he sheathed it and snarled at the man called Mutt who was cowering in the corner, now clearly terrified. "Out!" The man ran as fast as he could, his steps fading in the distance within seconds. The newcomer turned his eyes on her, as if he had just noticed she was there. "Can you get up?"
There was no clear threat in his tone, but by now she knew better than to trust these men. Still, not having much choice, she scrambled to her feet, holding onto the slimy wall and slipping several times before she was finally able to find her balance. Realizing she was still shirtless, she crossed her arms self-consciously over her chest.
"Look at me." She shivered. She was too terrified to look up at him, but she saw that he wore leather boots inlaid with so much iron it must have been hard to walk in them. Inch-long spikes that looked freshly sharpened protruded from the front of the soles. "I said, look at me." Now the voice was cold, ordering, not asking.
She raised her chin, trying to hide the fact that her teeth chattered. He had the hair of an elf, she noticed, thinking just how silly it was that her mind was grabbing on to such insignificant details at a time like this. Like Faolan. He wore it loose, down to his waist -- except instead of the usual gold, apricot or alabaster white, it was black, as black as the night. His face was oddly serene, in contrast to the leather and spikes he wore from head to toe. Then she saw his eyes, and had to force herself not to look away. They were gray, human eyes, but there was something in them, some kind of spark in their depths that spoke of wisdom but at the same time of coldness and cruelty.
"So you're the elf," he murmured, thoughtful. He reached out, and she recoiled, but he only rolled his eyes. He grasped her chin and turned her face side-to-side, examining her pointed ears. "Your name?" He sounded casually disinterested. Trying not to shiver with fear, she shook her head. "What, here you are practically naked and you won't tell me your name?" He turned her head to make her look directly at him again. Tears filled her eyes, in spite of herself. He laughed softly. "Of course. You're terrified. They kept you in a cage for the last week. How about I set you up someplace more comfortable? Once you get a hold of yourself we'll talk again."
He made a sign with his hand. Immediately, three solemn men, servants judging by their dress, stepped into the room. If the body of Regar, still on the floor in a pool of congealing blood, or the sight of a half-naked crying elf-girl made any impression on them, they didn't show it. He let go of her. She pressed herself against the wall, sobbing.
"I suppose you already know who I am?" She shook her head again. His right eyebrow slid up at that, just barely. "I thought your kind had tales about me. I am Lord Rath of Arden."
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