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June 15, 2013

His Secret Dancer Blog Tour

Genre: Erotic
Publisher: Breathless Press
Release Date: March 15, 2013
Dan's drab life is a world away from his secret life as Danielle, the burlesque star of Tomasz's transvestite nightclub, Trans-Action.
Having found 'her' inner T girl as a student, Danielle has discovered the power of her femininity and her talent to entice and excite—but she realizes that Dan's life is losing the passion it once had.
As Danielle's relationship with Tomasz takes her deeper into both her lover and his world, encountering passions neither thought they dare explore, demure Francine is too often left to her own devices and desires. Her only release is in the fantasies inspired by the customers who pass through her life and her patisserie.
Does she want a man in her life or a woman? Or both...
Seeing her man exploring her wardrobe she decides to embrace the power of her own sexuality. Then a sizzling encounter with Tomasz unlocks the vixen in her and sets their two worlds on a collision course.
Can Dan bring Dan's world and Danielle's together—especially when he discovers Danielle's secret lover secretly loving Francine?
Or will Tomasz come between them both?

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Tomasz gazed at her, barely able to breathe, let alone speak. Her half closed eyes burned into him. He gazed deep into them for a moment, falling into them, then his attention fell to her hand, still resting on the damp silk mound of her pussy. Her breathing was labored and heavy, her lips, soft and red, parted. His hand cupped the bulge in his perfectly pressed trousers, slowly stroking along the length of its hardness but he couldn't stop.
Her eyes locked onto the movement of his hand. A smile that was halfway between an angel and a slut spread over her face. She looked up and her eyes met his again, hers burning with a fire that held his gaze, and she slipped her fingers inside the dampness of her panties, gently sliding a single fingertip over her still pulsing clit. A soft moan escaped her parted lips like a whispered invitation.
He stepped forward and cupped her face in his hands, gazing even deeper into the post orgasmic haze of the infinite depths of her green eyes. She looked up at him, inviting his kiss, wordlessly, and with her other hand reached for his hand, the hand that was slowly, rhythmically, rubbing up and down the aching need of his rigid cock. She flattened her palm on his and moved with him.
They kissed, no words needed, his mouth on hers, but hers the more powerful, needing to own and control his mouth, her tongue seeking out his. Her hand pressed against his, taking control of his movement now, slowing it so that she could feel how long and hard he was. And he was, so very hard, and long. She wanted that, she needed that, in her, fucking her. She pulled his hand up over his confined erection, slowly, so that they both felt the total extent of his arousal, and then pushed it more forcefully down and out of the way. He complied totally with her direction .He was hers now, hers to play with, to use. The kiss intensified, and her fingers unzipped him, reaching in, finding and grasping him. She felt the wet silky tip of his cock under her fingers as she undid his belt with her other hand, unbuttoning and freeing it so that she could wrap her fingers around the full length of him.
Then he lifted her, his hands on her hips, up onto the tabletop, and pulled himself closer to her. She responded, wrapping her legs around his waist as her fingers eased aside the wet silk of her panties. She guided the moist head of his cock to rub against her clit, still tingling and pulsing, before she slid it lower to rest, achingly, against her pussy lips. She denied him entry, her hot, wet labia brushing, teasing him. Her hand wrapped around him stopped him from thrusting into her, despite his burning desire now to just fuck her hard and fast and unload his tight balls deep inside her. She kept him there, for just a few seconds that seemed like hours to him. She let him enjoy the wet kiss of her pussy lips on the moist tip of his cock, savoring the moment before she let his thickness disappear into her, before she let him become enclosed in the hot, wet embrace of her cunt. She was going to ride him to heaven and he was going to love every second of it.

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Faberge Nostromo started life as a recording studio tea boy during the 80s punk explosion before going on to engineer albums for Kate Bush, The Who, and Paul McCartney. Parting from the world of sex and drums and rock n roll with his hearing and sanity almost intact, he then spent two decades stretching that fragile sanity to the limit as an IT consultant. He lives deep in the heart of Suffolk UFO country with his wife, son, and too many guitars.
Bio (sort of...) from Things You Need To Know About Faberge Nostromo which I did for a blog:
1 - My first book, His Secret Dancer, was inspired by a burlesque dancer I met in South Africa. A tall bearded German chap was chatting about his past, over dinner, and showed us a picture. My jaw fell through the floor. He looked really quite different in fishnets, leotard, and big hair. I've still never seen a pair of legs as good.
2 - The idea to write a book was inspired by meeting Raven McAllan on the same holiday in South Africa. She sat by the pool typing away on a MacBook and I thought "that looks like a tough job."
3 - My first 'proper' job was being a tea boy on the Sex Pistols "Never Mind The Bollocks" album. That was tough...
4 - I once told the London Symphony Orchestra they were out of tune. The phrase one uses is "can we take an 'A' please, gentlemen". There was a lot of hrrrmmmmphing as I don't think they liked the look of the long haired oik (that'd be me) in the tight jeans sat at the mixing desk.
5 - I am a fully qualified Reiki healer...
6 - And in Indian Head Massage.
7 - I own seven guitars, three ukuleles, and a mandolin. Yes, I know you can only play one at a time but I believe that you ladies can only wear one pair of shoes at a time.
8 - I live in a village in Suffolk dubbed "Britain's Roswell" as a UFO landed here in 1980. Allegedly. Although when you look at some of the neighbours...
9 - I passed my driving test first time despite hitting a parked car.
10 - My next book will be sci-fi as I am a closet Trekkie.



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