about the author
Élise Lamoureaux
Behind the magnetic honesty of What Sort of Woman is Élise Lamoureaux – a Los Angeles–based memoirist and poet, gaining attention as one of today’s most compelling voices in steamy romance and erotic fiction.
Élise holds a BA in French and Linguistics and an MFA in Nonfiction. She is a former Sugar Baby and Submissive, and has also worked as a date-for-hire and lingerie lap dancer. She spent nearly thirty years teaching languages in the secondary public school system.
Not merely another storyteller – Élise is a voice that dares to speak the truths many women silence: sexuality, addiction, trauma, and the long, painful climb toward recovery. Her words become a lifeline, pulling readers into the unfiltered journey of a woman reclaiming her body, her desires, and ultimately her voice.
With a style that is both fiercely intimate and elegantly articulate, Élise crafts a memoir that transcends genre, and that lingers long after the final page – perfect for anyone seeking courageous, unapologetic self-expression through story.
Her unique perspective and brave storytelling speak powerfully to readers of:
- Best dark romantic books with emotional depth.
- Best erotic nonfiction books for adults with complexity.
- Trauma recovery stories told with honesty.
- Substance abuse recovery memoirs driven by truth.
Élise’s writing illuminates the intersections of vulnerability, strength, addiction, healing, eroticism, and the spectrum of human connection. With magnetic detail, she opens the door to a shadow world she once inhabited – one shaped by sensual power exchange – allowing readers to witness a transformation forged by questioning norms, breaking cycles, embracing the forbidden, and finding freedom in self-acceptance.
She connects with readers who understand that true liberation often requires confronting shadows and celebrating the glorious, complicated whole of who we are. What Sort of Woman is the stunning result of that confrontation – and her first book.
If you go to my Master’s office, you might also disappear. First, you will hear next to nothing—then the dancing of the breeze in the eucalyptus trees. The carpet will swallow your footsteps. Percolating coffee scents and the spice of a man’s cologne. He’s seen before he’s heard. You will say hello, and he will say follow me.