Reclining Nude in Chicago Promo Post by Fifi Flowers 01/23/14

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Book Description:

RNIC synopsis –

What Happens when freelance art writer Julia Van Rothfelder 
is mistaken for an artist's life model and finds herself 
reclining nude in Chicago? 

"Reclining Nude in Chicago" 
is book one of a new Encounters series by Fifi Flowers... 
Several standalone books featuring business women 
who travel and enjoy interesting encounters. 

This Edition includes a BONUS... Hot & Very, Steam Short Story!!! 
This book contains sexually explicit material and is intended for adult readers only.

Author Bio:

Bio –
"Art is an experience that transcends all cultural boundaries... it makes us feel!" Fifi Flowers

Fifi Flowers is an internationally known artist who paints her daydream city of Paris, adding her special flair of whimsy and fun to the iconic images of Paris. Beautiful things that surround her daily life are what inspire her to paint. Setting a mood... playing with colour... experimenting with patterns and textures... painting on canvas or archival paper.

Fifi penned her love of Paris and romance to the pages of her first novel, A Window To Love, published on August 11th, 2013. Fifi's love of writing began at a very young age, and finally, during the Fall of 2012, she sat down, and instead of putting paint to paper, put her pen to paper and began her first novel. A Window To Love is the first in her series of eight romance novels.

Fifi has a bachelor's degree in Art and a minor in Art History from California Polytechnic University. She also attended UCLA Film School for Production Design.

Fifi resides in the Los Angeles area of California... but part of her heart resides in Paris, France.

Cover Artist:  Fifi Flowers

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Fifi’s website:  http://www.champagnegirlstudio.com/search?q=Reclining+Nude+in+Chicago

Bonus Story Teaser from Reclining Nude in Chicago...

Meet Chloe...

Sally, my hairdresser and makeup artist, brought me back reality.  “Who is he?  You’ve got it bad for this one!”  She had no idea and I didn’t care to expound on his deliciousness as I pointed to my stark face in need of glamorization.  “Yea. Yea.  I’m getting there,” she said shaking her head at me as she began painting on my stage makeup and attaching extremely long faux eyelashes.

Once she finished my transformation, I rolled sheer black, thigh high nylons up my long dancer legs and attached them to a black lace bustier with garters red bows at the top.  Leaning forward I pulled the girls up.  They sat high and proud on either side of another delicate red bow between two extremely sheer lace underwire cups.  There was no hiding the nipples in this slinky number.  What did I expect when I took this burlesque gig in a swanky exclusive invitation, members only intimate club?  I had hoped to be wearing elegant evening gowns while belting out old standards and pop songs.  That vision was dashed quickly.   When they fitted me for “costumes” and I gazed about the dressing room to see feathers, silks, leathers and lace, I knew I would be scantily clad while performing on their stage.

Hearing my musical cue, I sauntered out through the opening of plush drapery to be placed on a white grand piano by two tall, muscular men dressed in leathers.  This was the ritual for me on Friday and Saturday nights every other weekend.  The place was spectacular… stunning décor dripped from all aspect of the establishment.  Antiqued mirrors were on all walls and along the front of the bar; giving the appearance of a never-ending space.  Between the bar and the stage, lush purple velvet diamond tufted sofas accented with midnight blue, turquoise and magenta pillows were scattered about with low white onyx tables.  Immediately surrounding the stage were raised deeper purple booths with the same onyx tables.  All of the surfaces that weren’t mirrored were white and the glowing pink lighting made the club warm, inviting and extremely sexy.  I was in awe every time I stepped out and saw the massive floral arrangements and crystal chandeliers that were the crowning jewels.  I instantly forgot where I was and what I was wearing.  Smoke, mirrors and magic… an illusion.

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