it's a FAB day with Faberge and Miranda...

Please Welcome Faberge Nostromo as he talks about his latest book...

Can I tell you how excited I am to be here with my favourite author on her blog?

(aww, I'm blushing. I think it's pretty danm good having Faberge on here)

Spread your arms wiiiiiide – THAT much.

I have said this often, and will again and again, but it's all her fault. I met Raven in a bikini (her, not me) by a swimming pool as she sipped wine and typed on a MacBook. That conversation lead to me writing my first book, His Secret Dancer, which won the Breathless Press 2013 Best Of Adonis award. We both had a book come out the same day then and it's happening again! On the 7^th March Raven's 98^th book (OK, I may be exaggerating a little but not actually by much) Miss Simpkins School: Miranda is released by Breathless Press as is my second book, which also features a heroine called Miranda!

As Dreams Are Made On is my sci-fi lesbian update of Shakespeare's The Tempest. I like to think it's where the Bard might have taken it had he seen Star Trek.

It was kicked off by a Facebook group of a few authors floating the idea of a Shakespeare inspired anthology of short stories. The Tempest has long been a favourite of mine from when I saw the 50s SF movie 'Forbidden Planet' and someone explained that it was Shakespeare in space. I've also seen the Royal Shakespeare Company do it with Patrick Stewart (Captain Jean Luc Picard of the starship Enterprise) as Prospero.

So I dived straight into Shakespeare on my kindle and hit Wikipedia and Google for dates, events and themes in Shakespeare and for images to inspire me. I also revisited Forbidden Planet and a lot of Star Trek. That wasn’t hard though as I am a total Trekkie and frankly, once I typed the word "bo'sun" it practically wrote itself.

Can I tell you how excited I am to be here with my favourite author on her blog?

Spread your arms wiiiiiide – THAT much.

I have said this often, and will again and again, but it's all her fault. I met Raven in a bikini (her, not me) by a swimming pool as she sipped wine and typed on a MacBook. That conversation lead to me writing my first book, His Secret Dancer, which won the Breathless Press 2013 Best Of Adonis award. We both had a book come out the same day then and it's happening again! On the 7^th March Raven's 98^th book (OK, I may be exaggerating a little but not actually by much) Miss Simpkins School: Miranda is released by Breathless Press as is my second book, which also features a heroine called Miranda!

As Dreams Are Made On is my sci-fi lesbian update of Shakespeare's The Tempest. I like to think it's where the Bard might have taken it had he seen Star Trek.

It was kicked off by a Facebook group of a few authors floating the idea of a Shakespeare inspired anthology of short stories. The Tempest has long been a favourite of mine from when I saw the 50s SF movie 'Forbidden Planet' and someone explained that it was Shakespeare in space. I've also seen the Royal Shakespeare Company do it with Patrick Stewart (Captain Jean Luc Picard of the starship Enterprise) as Prospero.

So I dived straight into Shakespeare on my kindle and hit Wikipedia and Google for dates, events and themes in Shakespeare and for images to inspire me. I also revisited Forbidden Planet and a lot of Star Trek. That wasn’t hard though as I am a total Trekkie and frankly, once I typed the word "bo'sun" it practically wrote itself.

A stricken starship, a captain lost in space; a beautiful alien girl, marooned and adrift in time; the perfect robotic servant. Can he help them come together and find the space and time for love?

Faberge Nostromo takes Shakespeare's 'The Tempest' far into the future and onto a world where two women find that love, with the aid of a very capable android, can be such a thing as dreams are made on.

EXCERPT -

"I am a woman, Miranda. Flesh and blood. The same as you."

Miranda breathed in slowly, her gaze flitting from Ferdinand's eyes to her lips.

"Yes. Yes. You are. Captain, kiss me again."

Ferdinand sought Miranda's mouth now, more eagerly, and darted her tongue inside. The kiss was full and deep, both girls probing and tussling with their tongues as Ferdinand ran her fingers through Miranda's long purple tresses. Miranda put a hand on the small of Ferdinand's back, pushing harder, and with her other hand stroked Ferdinand's neck. She used her hands to explore every inch of Ferdinand's back and shoulders, gently sliding over the silver of her uniform, tracing her spine and muscles through the tight material, kneading and caressing in turn.

Their mouths parted, tongues teasing until Ferdinand leaned to one side and danced a series of butterfly kisses on the smooth blue skin of Miranda's neck and throat. Miranda gasped and slid her hand around from Ferdinand's back and inched toward the curve of her breast.

"Captain..." Miranda whispered.

"Jane. It's Jane," Ferdinand replied in between the pattern of kisses she was placing on Miranda's neck. Miranda inched her fingers toward Ferdinand's breast until they gently brushed the smooth lower curve. She stopped.

"Jane, should I..."

"Yes, Miranda," Ferdinand replied. She placed a hand on Miranda's and gently moved it up until Miranda's slim blue fingers covered her breast. "Let your emotions and desires tell you what to do."

Ferdinand's nipple hardened as Miranda gently explored the curve and outline of her breast through the tight silver of her uniform. Ferdinand released her hand and placed her own on Miranda's pert, firm breast, feeling her nipple already hard through the silk. She circled the tight button with her thumb and felt Miranda mirror her movements.

They kissed again, deeply, as each felt the other's soft curves and hard nipples, Miranda's fingers exploring, Ferdinand's confident and insistent. Ferdinand was wet now and wanted those smooth blue fingers to explore inside her. She knew she had to gently lead Miranda there, to teach her, guide her.

Buy Link -

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Faberge Nostromo grew up in the East End of London before escaping to East Anglia. He has been a civil servant, a tea boy, sound engineer, a librarian and an IT consultant but always knew that he was a writer. He now lives deep in the heart of Suffolk with his wife, son and too many guitars.

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what would you see Through the Dom's Lens...

With thanks to the lovely Doris O'Connor, because now I have an exclusive excerpt from Through the Dom's Lens for you...

Thanks so much for letting me ramble on about my newest release, Raven J

Have you ever done a favour for someone, and then wish you hadn't? Well, that's kinda the premise behind my story. Sally has lived in the shadow of her glamorous sister all her life. As she says herself, if Maddy wasn't such a sweetheart she'd hate her. When she gets an SOS from Maddy, who has a severe allergic reaction to something she's eaten, of course she goes the extra mile to ensure her sister has the right medication and is comfortable. What she doesn't expect Maddy to do is to ask Sally to attend a photo shoot on her behalf. Not just any photo shoot, either, but one with the bondage photographer, and the man Sally has been secretively lusting after for the last year.

Maddy claims she made herself sick by eating tons to gain weight. Master J wants a woman with curves for this photo shoot. Did she, though, or was this all a deliberate set up by Maddy to give her little sister a taste of the lifestyle with the one man, Maddy knows will take care of Sally?

Blurb:

Sometimes doing a favor can change your life forever.      

Never one to rate her curves, Sally thinks her glamorous sister has lost the plot. Stand in for her at a photo shoot with the most sought after bondage photographer ever?

She'll be laughed out of the studio, or arrested, or both. However, the temptation to actually meet the man she's been secretly lusting after for months proves too hard to resist.

Junsako cannot believe his eyes, when Sally turns up. It's been a long time since the Dom in him felt such an instant pull to anyone. All those curves will look beautiful in Shibari suspension, and Sally proves to be a born submissive. If only she would let go of her body issues and see the beautiful woman he sees through his lens.

Only one thing to do—convince her—with as much kinky sex as possible.

Excerpt:

Sally couldn't have heard him right. Did he just say he wanted to eat off her?

A wave of arousal so fierce it took her breath away coursed through her veins at the wickedly erotic images those words evoked, and she clenched her thigh muscles to relieve the resultant ache in her wet pussy. He noticed, of course, and she stopped breathing altogether when he put one large hand on her leg, just above her knee.

His dark skin was such a contrast to her pale complexion, and she swallowed hard, mesmerized by the sight.

"What about Maddy?" She hated how wobbly her voice sounded, but she couldn't invade on her sister's territory, and she wouldn't just be a convenient fuck, no matter how attracted she was to him.

"What about her, pet?"

He nudged her chin up with his free hand, and she shivered under the intensity of his quiet regard.

"You and her?"

He smiled, and every feminine cell in her body sighed in submission at the sheer sinful nature of that grin.

"I met your sister years ago when she was starting in the model industry. We had a brief and mutually satisfying affair. I haven't seen her in years, though I've followed her career with interest. She's done well for herself, even if she's too thin these days." His smile deepened when she couldn't help but react to that, and he trailed the hand on her leg higher up her thigh. Sally opened up for him automatically, and she bit back a groan when his fingertips grazed her wet slit.

He removed his hand and held his glistening digits up for her to see and then sucked the tips clean. Her stomach tightened at his groan of appreciation.

"I knew you'd taste delicious, pet, and I love how wet you are for me already, when we've barely started."

She opened her mouth to say something, anything to defuse the sexually charged atmosphere between them, but, really, what was there to say? Her body gave her away as surely as though she'd have hung a neon sign around her neck, blatantly advertising her arousal.

"I phoned her to ask her what she was playing at. She knew I'd realize immediately that you weren't her, and do you know what she said?"

His voice dropped an octave, his accent thickening, and blood rushed in Sally's ears, as her body drew tight in need. She could come from listening to his voice alone. Deep, dark, and sensual it pulled her under until she was ready to do just about anything for him. He clearly knew the effect he was having on her, because he smiled and balled his hands into her hair to tug her head back. Junsako leant in closer and inhaled against the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck, and then licked a path up to her ear. His hot breath skittered across her senses, and she closed her eyes against the myriad of sensations assaulting her when he whispered in her ear.

"Ask me what she said, pet."

Sally swallowed several times to get her voice to work and then somehow squeaked her question.

"What did she say?"

"That she was sorry to deceive me, but that you needed taking care of. She also said, and I quote, ‘Sally is a born sub, and she needs to get laid. I wouldn't trust anyone but you with my little sister, so take care of her.’"

Sally pulled away from him to be able to see his expression, but she could read nothing but sincerity in his amazing eyes, and for the second time this evening her world tilted a little.

"Are you telling me she made herself ill on purpose so that she could send me instead?"

Junsako shrugged his massive shoulders and pulled her back until he could sink his teeth into the soft flesh of her ear lobe. The sharp sting shot straight to her clit, and she pulled a shuddering breath into her lungs.

"As to that, you would have to ask her. I wouldn't put it past her. She's always been impulsive, as I'm sure you know, and forgive me, but I really don't care too much about the mechanics." He delivered little bites along her neck, his teeth just sinking in enough to cause the most delicious erotic pain that meant her nipples hardened, her breasts grew heavy, and her pussy grew so wet it was getting uncomfortable.

"Now, if that covers all your objections, I'm mighty hungry, and I want to eat."

Available from Evernight Publishing. For all other buy links, please click here.

Check out a Bonus Scene from this story here on my blog.

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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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#starttheweeksnippet

Happy Monday everyone...

Let's start the week with a snippet from Miss Simpkins' School: Miranda shall we? It's out this coming Friday, and up for preorder now at Breathless Press, Are and Bookstrand...

“Oh, Miranda, I will be more than enough for you, my dear.” The velvet tones poured over her, and surrounded her with notes of heat and intention. She had never felt so taken in thrall by a voice before. Each word, each nuance, enveloped her and encouraged her body to tingle. His smile was one-hundred-percent sex. Never before had she been the recipient of that expression and it was the most juice-inducing look ever.

“The thorny question is...” Felix paused, and one side of his mouth quirked up in what she thought of as delicious. “Are you woman enough to cope?”

Trust him to turn the tables. It was enough to rile her, and make her unwary. “Well, shall we see?”

Oh so slowly, Miranda took hold of the slender ribbons that crisscrossed her bosom. With a smile that many of her friends would balk at and demand she thought about her actions, Miranda let her fingers trail over the smooth swell of her breasts. “I don’t think there is any fear of that, my lord. You see, I have waited long to talk to you. Yes, just talk. Well.” Miranda tilted her head to one side and then ran her finger–the one that had so recently touched her breast—around her lips. “Of course I am open to anything you offer. However, I have pledged my oath that I personally will only engage you in conversation unless you choose otherwise.”

He shook his wrists and tugged on his bindings. “How can I have a say in the matter? You have me bound and it seems a captive audience. Therefore I have to bow to your pleasure.” 

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Hope that's helped you to start the week on a high...

Happy Reading

Love, R x

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#SexySnippets with Miranda

Having a great week. 

Seducing the Regency Dom is a best seller so a chair swivel jiggle is in order... :)

However I thought I'd tease you with a different Regency story today. This one comes out next Friday...

Meet Miranda. She knows who she wants, but not how to get him. Luckily Miss Simpkins is there to help.

“I need help to seduce someone but it has to be soon, before he offers elsewhere. I have to show him that even though the age difference is great, it matters not, he’s the only one for me,” Miranda said and then sighed. “He will not entertain the thought of us being together in any way. The idiot says I need someone younger, and less extreme—whatever that means. Pfft. We all know it’s the norm for a man to take a younger wife. I have to want the only gentleman of the ton who doesn’t agree with the ideas of the ton."

check out the other snippets on

www.thenuthousescribblers.blohspot.co.uk

and

Happy Readimg,

Love R x