PREPARE To Experience Hotelles by French Author Emma Mars... Available Tomorrow in USA!

Ten-Oh-One: 22 +1 = 23. I am twenty-three years old.
I push open the gilded door of the Josephine. Monsieur
Jacques gave me a keycard, no questions asked. He almost
seemed relieved to see me. I am now also part of this hotel.
Along with Marie, Margaretha, Caroline, Esther, Lola, and
the others. I am one of them now.
The room is as it was when I visited it two weeks ago with
my athletic client. But then I only saw it in the dark, and 
here it is bathed in the light of the setting sun. The star only
disappeared three minutes ago, if that, and the building is
covered in its dying glow. The window is open. The light
dives through it, licking the gilding.
~~~

Hotelles

By Emma Mars

"Listen, I didn't even know you were getting married until about five minutes ago...At least you won't have to worry about being a Hotelle anymore."
"A ho-what? Excuse me?"
"Rebecca never told you?"
"No..."
"Apparently, another girl named Elle used to work for her. She got pretty well known for ending all of her missions in a hotel room. And, you know, 'hot' plus 'Elle' equals 'Hotelle,' Not bad, right? I guess it stuck."
The other girl may have been named Elle, but she sounded a lot like Sophia. A girl who sparked male desire during the day from her booth and put it out at night in a hotel room for a fee.
"I had no idea Rebecca was so creative," I joked.
"Anyway, for you, that's all finished."
I wish I could have been more sure. I had really wanted the interview to go well so that I could close the door to the Josephine--and all the other rooms in the Hotel des Charmes--once and for all. To be simply Annabelle. Not a "Hotelle."
                                 ~~~

June 3, 2009
I was curled up in the
sheets of the Josephine's
unmade bed. On that day
my limbs were free.
Free and yet so ill at
ease. I had only met the
man who was about to
share my bed three hours
before, four at most.
"Which position would
you prefer, Elle? he
asked as he helped me
unzip my delicate
white dress.
~~~

From the country of love, of romance, I certainly support the phenomenal Literary Erotic Novel, Hotelles. As usual, I recommend that anybody offended by erotica not consider this book... It does not deserve to be treated lightly in evaluations, especially since the publicity clearly explains content.

If you do decide to read it, my second suggestion is that you...prepare...for your time with the book. I suggest you read it while alone and at a time when you will not be disturbed--you will not be able to stop reading until you finish...plan to do so...

"And you? Did you have a good night?
"One might say," she said smirking.
"Rich client?"
"Disgustingly rich, you mean...he
really pulled out all the stops: the
Pompadour suite and all the
trimmings.
~~~

There is one main reason that many buy erotic books. Yes, reading about Annabelle--Elle will be titillating, so you will not be disappointed, if that is your reason. Ahhhh, but for me and millions, it is the suspense, an almost palpable urgency to discover what in the world was going on! If I dare add, and at my age I do, this novel also could be helpful to women in encouraging an exploration of their sexuality. No, I don't mean learning about sex. I mean, exploring their own feelings, opinions, and desires and allowing those opinions to affect their lives.

The eloquence displayed in the writing and the setting brings images of a historical novel--but this happened only a few years ago... Annabelle was a Journalism major when it was discovered that her mother had cancer. Annabelle needed money both to finish her degree and to, hopefully, send her mother to America for treatment only available there... Unfortunately, as many young students know, there is only one way to easily make a lot of money fast. Annabelle knew little about sex and what she knew came mostly from Cosmo articles. But her best friend Sophia Petrille, 2 years older, was "at least 5 years ahead" of her in the world of men and sex.

Elle and Sophia would share about their client activities and especially about what rooms they had visited at the Hotel des Charmes where each of the rooms was named after a well-known...French lady...

The format of the novel takes particular attention--there are many indented quotes, some of which Elle writes, but some are anonymous notes. Then there are little phrases, sometimes from somebody else, but also sometimes her own thoughts. Elle started keeping a journal which had been slipped into her bag in a crowd. Some of them she wrote. Others were what she received anonymously, but they were written as if they, too, were Elle's thoughts... Quite intriguing so be alert. For instance, as she was considering becoming an escort, which could, on her decision, become more, she had written:

What makes you come, Elle? Year, what does make me come? Do I really know? What exactly is it that makes me melt, deep down inside? That makes me wet without being touched, just at the thought of it? A man's naked body? His smell? The sight of an anonymous cock erect for me? Against me? In me...

While one she had received was:

Doggy style bothers me because it's animalistic. I only like to do it with men I know. Doggy-style makes me come more than any other position...precisely because it's animalistic! I fantasize about doing it with someone I don't know, preferably with a mask on.

I found myself thinking of the story line for Sabrina, an old movie some of you may know where two brothers are interested in the same woman... Although the lives and actions were totally different, I always loved Sabrina, so naturally I began to place those characters into their roles...LOL Want to see the result?

Obviously, Elle began to meet many men who needed escorts for various functions where she would meet other men...but one she had recently seen in the news and had been attracted to him. At the same time, she had seen another man at one of those events, to whom she also was attracted. They were brothers. She became involved with the former, but was continuing to receive the notes and sometimes presents were included. She began to suspect the brother.

Things moved fairly fast regarding a relationship and Elle soon found herself engaged. The background on the two brothers is an important psychological component of the mystery. For whatever reasons, rather than assume that the eldest would inherit, he had pitted the two boys against each other. They were in competition for grades, activities, girls--everything. At an appropriate time, the father would decide the results--to whom the majority of the estate would go. Unfortunately he died and their lives had remained competitive... Enter women and sex...

Then Elle realized that she was in essence being blackmailed. Whoever it was, especially if it was her fiancee's brother, they were in a position to share her past! Could she give up the man she had fallen in love and would be marrying--and later, with whom she was now working? But would he be willing to accept that she was a Hotelle? Soon, the blackmail was very specific. She was being called to the Hotel des Charmes

Each time she was presented with a statement, something like a commandment...

1--Thou shalt love thy body. With the first one, she was to go to the Hotel at 10...

 Considering the options, Elle came to the final foolish conclusion--she had no choice but attend.

"The person who sent you that note must know the hotel quite well, Elle."
That was the first time, I think, I'd ever heard him use my nickname. One of my clients must have told him was it was.
"What do you mean?"
"'Zelle' is not a mistake on your first name. It's the family name of one of our most famous muses." 
Each room bore the last name of a great seductress or courtesan.
"Really? Which one?"
"One of the greatest: Margaretha Geertruida Zelle."
"Excuse me?" I was scanning my memory...
"Mata Hari."
Oh.

The room was empty but gorgeous...It was decorated in Belle Epoque style...
~~~

Elle had finished touring the beautiful room and was just about to take off since nobody had appeared. She was so frustrated that she started to cry from anger, lack of power, then saw a note slipped under the door, "Take off your clothes." Afraid, she started banging on the door--it had been locked. Minutes, hours went by for all she knew, then suddenly all of the walls reversed. The walls were completely covered with floor-length mirrors... She started screaming, asking if that was how [he] got off, as a voyeur. No response; nothing... Elle was wild with her thoughts... Then...

...My cotton panties with black details over my pelvis slid effortlessly down my thighs, joining the rest of my clothing on the floor. Now nothing came between his gaze and my private parts. I don't think I'd ever even shown myself to David like this, with such rawness and indecency. I didn't even have the reflex to hide my lower region, where the lips came together and drew a line under my dark curls...

Looking at my body in the mirror, from all angles and depths, I had the sensation of discovering it for the first time.

So this is what men desired when I undressed in front of them. This woman, as opposed to the one invented by my critical gaze, the one deformed by years of acquired body image issues. My imperfections hadn't disappeared. But seeing my list of faults, together in one image, I couldn't deny how attractive they were, though I had trouble really believing it.

~~~

So a secret life began, continued even while she went on interacting, living and loving her fiancee... But, more importantly, she began her own investigation into the life of her fiancee...and also his brother... What she discovered, ahhhh, that is the whole point of the novel, isn't it?!

If you were here, I would love to talk about this book! Emma Mars' book is nothing short of

eloquent... On the bottom of the front cover it says, "You will burn to add your own..." She's talking about the stories in the rooms of hotels, if only they could speak... Readers will have no choice, they will remember romances, loves of their past, their present, and, perhaps, even their future! I adored this book. I so hope that you will come to realize that this book is all about Elle, not about the other characters...about finding her own room...

Or, perhaps, it is all about the man with whom she chooses to live her future with...

Or, maybe it's about...us...each of us...

Mysterious, Suspenseful, sensual, titillating, hot and sexy...eloquent in its fluidity and expressiveness... I'll be looking for the next one out...

Song from Music List - Also included as an appendix is erotic literature as suggested in book...

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Emma Mars is the pseudonym of an author who lives in France.