SOME TRULY WICKED LIPSTICK
I am delighted to make an appearance here at Labelle Books with my friend and bud, Jennifer.
I'm Leanore Elliott and I write Romance. I write what some call 'Naughty Romance.' The really hot kind, and that is why my friends all call me 'Wicked Leanore'. My usual story is an out of the norm, paranormal erotica tale and Leanore has written 12 of them.
Decadent Publishing has released my first and only Non-Paranormal for their new Edge Line.
I've found out that I just love to entertain and since I am not a supermodel, can't sing a note and I can't paint? I create different kinds of beauty and write a kind of music that comes alive in your mind. I paint the world into places all of us want to visit. I do it simply to have people come on journeys with me. The audience is my readers, and I take them away to another world for a few hours.
What excites Leanore? Well… heat—scorching, heavy breathing heat. With each book I've written, the scenes have become hotter and the stories have become more intriguing.
With Decadent's new Edge Line, I was challenged to write something risqué—A Scorching Flash of fiction, if you will.
It all happens down in the gritty city of New Orleans during Mardi Gras. Jazz is really trying to enjoy the parade below her Bourbon Street Hotel balcony. However, she just cannot seem to get in sync with the carefree feeling. She is frustrated, frustrated by the memory of a pair of devilish blue eyes. Her thoughts stray from the noisy revelry below to her fantasies of a tall, hot cop, she saw only once.
She decides that if she can't have him, she will find her release with something else, using a rather unusual, pleasing brand of lipstick. As she prepares to give herself a little naughty distraction? Yes, you guessed it. Mister blue eyes shows up, catching her in a very 'delicate' situation.
SEXY CHERRY RED EXCERPTS
He seemed angry at first, and Jazz could not figure out why. Then, he pushed her up against his car, his warm hands roaming up along her thighs, past her waist, and under her blouse. He leaned in and whispered, "Have to search you."
Next, he was playing with her nipples, his hard body pressed up against hers. "I have to read you your rights, cher." The sound of his deep Cajun drawl caused a heat to blaze across her skin.
By this part of the dream, she would be panting and tossing in her bed.
He lifted her skirt, his strong fingers slipping into her panties to stroke her clit until her juices were slick while he whispered ever so softly into her ear, "You have the right to come for me…."
With the delight of someone opening a gift, she tugged at the underwear and slyly peeked in. A heated flush ran across her face and she stared at his hard, jutting cock while a rush of lustful adrenaline coursed through her.
At her breathless joke and her delighted peeking, he let out a chuckle.
He opened her legs wider, a now serious glint appearing in his eyes. "I watched that sweet tail of yours all afternoon." He grabbed her derriere with both hands. "Watching that luscious ass of yours while you walked ahead of me." He dragged her closer. "Teasing me with that sexy sway you have,"
This story was fun to write and the hot flashes just vibrated off the page. (Wicked-chuckle)
After you read this hot, little tale, you might just call me wicked too.
Wicked wants you to be able to try her Brand of Lipstick and the flavor of the day is Cherry Red…Chuckle.
I will be presenting three posters with a brand new copy of Lipstick & Jazz! Just leave a comment and your Email. We'll announce the winners on March 7.
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~Author Jennifer Labelle~