🥀🍾🔥ELLE OF THE BALL – THE FUNDRAISER FROM HELL (ABRIDGED TEASER)🥀🍾🔥

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ELLE WOULD FIND HERSELF IN A FIGHT OR FLIGHT SCENARIO… BEFORE THE FULL GEORGIA MOON SETTLED ITSELF!

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Trilogy Genres: Glam Lit, Geo Political Romantic Suspense, Military BWWM, Dark & Fiery Romance (Erotica)

COMING SOON: A THREE PART TRIOLOGY & SAGA NOIR

ELLE OF THE BALL – ELLE OF THE IRON WALL – ELLE OF THE BRATVA SNOWFALL

Meet Mistress Elle — The “IRON MAGNOLIA”
KNUCKLED-UP


THE ABRIDGED LONG BLURB

n an unusually warm Saturday night in January of 2003, Mr. Dominick Rediccio Segretti Jr. hosted a Republican Gubernatorial Fundraiser at his breathtaking San Juan Creek estate. The Lord of the Manor hosted a wondrous event that night under a moon that was full and filled with an endless parade of millionaire and billionaire tycoon types, mischief, and unbelievable opportunities to their cause (donations…donations…donations).

Don Rediccio, the Dapper Don, as many of his southern cohorts duly named him, stood on the side curb, blushing with anticipation. The gentleman was sexy in his Armani Tux, with the satin `and velvet trim. It cupped and outlined his powerful pecks and thick muscular neck that drove the ladies wild with wonder and unspoken desires. Dominick anxiously awaited a special arrival. The country gentleman and philanthropist awaited his notorious Mistress, the lady Elle, a.k.a., The Iron Magnolia. The don had lived for this one night over half the year, so his heart and emotions were set to full tilt on such a spell- binding night. Too bad he could not have foreseen that this night, in all its wonderment, would make his gorgeous and spectacular event…the fundraiser from hell!
The tardy Lady Elle was fashionably late on purpose, as usual. She loved the way the don awaited her arrivals with unbridled anticipation to those events often held at his estate.

Her limo pulled up to the curb directly in front of the impatient gentleman. Before the chauffeur could exit his vehicle, it was too late. The Don was on the job. He swung the rear door open, poked his head inside saying not a word. The moment was captured in those gorgeous hazel green eyes of his filled with exhilarated joy. All was right in his world. His Elle had finally arrived, and she was now in his full quarter. Nothing that evening, with one exception, could fulfill the Don’s heart more.

The Dapper Don gave Ms. Elle a Cheshire cat smile followed by a beguiling wink and twinkle, with his devilishly delicious hazel green eyes. No words were needed at that moment, because both lover’s instincts were in sync. By doing so, the intu- itive gentleman was affording his elegant and grand peeress a few moments to gather her St. John mink Sable Stole, Nina Ricci diamond studded clutch (all birthday gifts from the Don), and her long satin gloves, which she donned immediately. The Don loved watching his label ladened mistress beyond words. Watching her put on and complete her full elegant ensemble was not only a treat but a delicious tease, as well. In the back of his mind, the Don undressed her to his delight and awe (in secret, of course). Call it a gentleman’s prerogative, so to speak. Elle, raptured in it!


Once the anxious billionaire and host was rewarded with a full view of his Elle, the gentleman’s jaw dropped, completely open! Ms. Iron Magnolia emerged from that limo a vision to behold. She wore a long white wool and black satin Venetian styled ball gown. The dress draped her body like Julius Caesar’s royal robes (every robust and voluptuous curve). Underneath, the mistress’s Old English styled corset lifted and perked her full bosom into perfect symmetry, in her flowing ball gown with the faux train (ladies love to give those subtle hints). She was all labels and elegance, on this night. Talk about the billionaire lover’s Elle of the Ball!

Of course, the Don was beyond elation, especially after the full view of her full bosom and dangerous curves! How could the gentleman not be? Elle truly looked like old money, all around. The couple, for whatever reason, took their own sweet time matriculating into one another’s personal space. The Iron Magnolia was in no hurry. Underneath, for whatever reason Elle felt a slight uneasiness in the evening’s airy under breath. Her Louisiana Bayou roots were on full tilt! Yet, the don’s peeress strolled along despite her uneasiness. Sometimes, curiosity got the better of Mistress Elle’s most intrepid instincts, so to speak. However, this uneasiness on this peculiar and enigmatic night⸻were all placed securely in that cognitive Pandora’s box of hers She glided like a beautiful swan in her Christian Lacroix red carpet ball gown, which never ceased clinging to her generous curves. Breathing deeply with desire, her beau (the don), inhaled her alluring and spellbinding perfume, (Chanel #19’s limited edition). The Mistress Elle never played fair…even with the Dapper Don’s libido and desires. That mistress was all about control.


He’d have sworn the very fragrance emanating this woman stole his soul and will. It mixed with her body’s pheromones the likes of a wicked witch’s spell. In addition, she’d often remarked to him that she wore the scent just to drive his sexy ass wild with primal and unbridled desire. Hell, it worked!


“We might make everyone jealous,” she replied softly. “Everyone else here envies us enough already, my dearest love.” She whispered over pursed lips. Reluctant to stop kissing his dear sweet, he took her hand and began a very hurried exodus towards their private place on his grounds. While in route, the gentleman could not help but playfully tease and taunt Elle for her tardiness (One of the two needed to break the heat of the moment.).

“You know, my love, your beautiful ass is always late to my events, on purpose, of course!” He chuckled with teasing and excitement, and with a slight southern elocution in his voice. “I know.” Elle recanted, rather sensually. “I do it on purpose.” Her eyes met his, in a devilish coquettish fashion. Daring the don to challenge her, almost. The gentleman did not take the bait!

It didn’t bother Dominick much (her tardiness) because he knew his Elle. She had to make her entrance for those donors and guests who didn’t know her, and a grand entrance for the guests who did. Plus, it was also a power play by both Elle and him. Together, they were killing two birds with one stone, so to speak. That billionaire playboy and scoundrel began to reflect on the manner his lovely southern belle emerged from the far side of her limo that evening, straight into his arms, with a small kiss on his lips and a huge red lip print on his cheek. That didn’t stop him from taking another moment to steal another kiss. Just like the Don, he gotta take what he wants when he wants it!

Oblivious to that fact, Elle and her Italian/German stallion continued strutting down the estates lengthy and well-manicured walkway as if they owned the night, unwise to the fact that the night’s mischievousness would own them both, before this spectacular evening ended. Caution and prudence were tossed to the wind the moment the starry-eyed lovers locked arms. Elle gazed giddily at Don because his face was lit up like a “New Orleans Mardi Gras’s Fat Tuesday”. Every few seconds the lady would give her beautiful beau an extra shake and soft touch. This was a small reminder that he was all hers and hers alone. (Total power play).

“You know, Dominick, you charming devil, you. your ass is just too fucking Sicilian sexy and beguiling tonight. You look like a decadent and forbidden delicacy.” She smiled and cooed close to his earlobe.


“However, to some of these old bitches you look like old fucking money, and you know it!” His mistress laughed, but she coyly made a portion of her real feelings known.
Perking his lips and winking devilishly, the gentleman chuckled with utter delight, knowing his Mistress was as smitten by love as he was. Too bad he was unaware of the fact that the Iron Magnolia within his Mistress Elle was giving him a warning.


F L I R T I N G  &  D O N A T I O N S  T O  T H E C A U S E

Finally, the couple reached the entrance to Dominick’s soiree. The view was breathtaking! Once he and his Elle emerged into plain view of his guests waiting to be formally announced at the entrance of the ball, the soft whispers began swirling, the likes of a runaway freight train.

Unfortunately, from those who approved and disapproved of the two lovers romantic and fiscal alliance. Ms. Emily Post would have turned beet red from many of the intentional infractions of proper etiquette. Nonetheless, the lady Elle and her Dom journeyed on to take their place in the awaiting procession, into the ball.


In front of Elle and Don was State Senator Swanson (Republi- can) and Congressional Senator Albright (Democrat) both retired, along with their wives (old south debutantes, of course). Once the senators caught Elle’s full silhouette, after giving her the once over visually, the gentleman spoke up immediately, with eyes filled with pleasing comportment.
“Well… Milady, you sure know how to make quite the entrance.”

“Wwwoooww…so this is what happens when old money and new money form an alliance,” Senator Swanson said with a boyish charm. His eyes met Elle’s gleaming smile.
“Why, if it isn’t one of Georgia’s own heroes and scoundrels,” she resonated with her deeply hidden southern elocution.

Please Stay Tuned… More Teaser Passages Are Too Come!

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Wowwww…. The Plot Thickens!


BUT….OOHHH – MISTRESS WAS CARRY MORE THAN EMOTIONAL BURDENS ON THAT SPECTACULAR NIGHT!

HHHMMMM…. What Oh What Has Fate & Destiny In Store for Mistress Elle? Now That Her Secrets Are Under Treat of Exposure!


A DEEP SECRET WAS ABOUT TO EXPOSE ITSELF, IN A MOST PRECARIOUS & DEADLY MANNER! ELLE…”THE IRON MAGNOLIA”, INSTEAD OF QUAKING IN HER SHOES—KNUCKLED-UP!


Romantic Suspense & Military Romantic Suspense Fiction Author/Writer

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Author: J. Z. Luciano

Hailing from Stockbridge, Georgia, J.Z. Luciano is a multi-genre author/writer. A Business Law and Economics undergraduate alumna of Mississippi Valley State University, Troy State University, and Auburn University at Montgomery, she also is proud to be an honorable veteran of the United States Army. In addition, Ms. Luciano is an Operation Just Cause and Persian Gulf veteran. Her eyes have seen and experience a great deal of the world, to say the least. The author and veteran performed most of her military duty as a communications instructor, and ceremonial detail for fallen soldiers. Hers’ was a learners & extraordinary career.


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