Lorelei started life in the backseat of a limo when her mother was at a rock concert in 1975.  She looked around and saw a world full of black leather and midnight lace, and her ears were filled with the sound of double-bass drums and screaming guitars.  Her fascination with loud music and hot men continued when at fifteen Lorelei said goodbye to her mother at the commune and…

Wait a minute…This doesn’t seem quite right…Oh!  That’s a page from one of the stories she had lying around!!  Silly me…ah, here’s our girl’s real biography:

 Lorelei, also known as the Devil of Delight, was raised in the bustling hustle of the Motor City.  A rock and roll chickepoo, she knocked around the Detroit Metropolitan music scene tending bar by day and heating up rock clubs by night with her all-girl band.  When she discovered having a great voice doesn’t make an automatic overnight sensation she turned her attention elsewhere.

Saleswoman, nutritional consultant, magician’s assistant, lounge singer—nothing seemed to calm the beast within, that is until she found the art of putting pen to paper.  (Actually, it’s more like fingers to keyboard…hahaha!)

The youngest of three children, she describes herself as unpredictable, animalistic and deliciously spoiled.  She loves tactile sensations like a puppy’s soft coat, the erotic warmth of the curve of a man’s upper thigh and the slick but sexy feel of a vinyl mini skirt.

She finds her inspiration in nature.  “Blondes, redheads, brunettes and manes the color of midnight sin…naturally,” she states with a wink.  “There’s nothing better than a hot man to fuel the imagination.” 

Inspiration comes in the form of handsome hotties from all walks of life.  Every moment offers a new adventure and any small encounter can be the muse of creation.  (A woman after my own heart.  Maybe she’d like to borrow my whip?)