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Top Ten List from Faberge Nostromo featuring As Dreams Are Made On




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?



Her starship, Prospero, out of control and hurtling toward an uncharted world, Captain Jane Ferdinand takes to the escape pods. Finding herself alone on an island, the last thing she expects to find is love

Miranda, marooned since a baby with only her father, Jacques-Pierre, and their ultra-adaptable android servant, R.E.L, spends her time exploring her father’s books and dreaming of love. And on a night when a mysterious shooting star flashes across the horizon, she finally makes full use of R.E.L.’s adaptability to explore her emerging desires—desires that, with gentle guidance from Captain Ferdinand, help her discover her awakening sexuality.

But can her dreams and their love survive when R.E.L.’s gender adaptability threatens to come between them and Captain Ferdinand uncovers the secret that her father has kept from Miranda for twenty years?



“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 her 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. She felt Miranda put her hand on the small of her back, pushing harder, her other hand stroking her neck. She felt her body come alive to Miranda’s touch as her hands explored every inch of her back and shoulders, gently sliding over 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.

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Top ten things you don’t know about me:

1.  Cotton or Silk?

For me – silk shirts, maybe a silk linen mix, Egyptian cotton sheets (white, freshly ironed), cotton/linen trousers, Italian silk ties when I’m in a smart suit; but for the lady in my life? Oh, silk, please, oh yes; with maybe a few leather accessories?


2.  Champagne/beer/wine?

The lady in my life can always be seen sipping something fizzy from a flute and I do like to help her with that. She says you should always have a bottle of champagne in the fridge for a special occasion and sometimes the special occasion is that you have a bottle of champagne in the fridge…

When I’m out with the boys I’m a beer man, real ale; Adnams from Southwold in Suffolk or Fuller’s London Pride. But when I’m relaxing at home, a soft Italian red or a more robust Australian shiraz, if its called for.


3.  Plotter/pantser

Pants, oh dear yes pants… with the merest hint of a plot idea floating away at the back of my mind. Usually my characters drive what I write. Sometimes you just have to let them have their head and hang onto the reins. I usually have an idea of the arc of the story and the plot points I need to hit but even the starship in As Dreams Are Made On dictated some of what was happening, deciding its own layout and technology. In my current WiP I have a whole planet that won’t do as it’s told.


4.  Describe your workspace

Coffee shops, kitchen table, buses, trains… no set space right now. Huge chunks of my first book were written on a smartphone on trains to and from London and nearly all of my editing takes place in coffee shops.


5.  Sports fan or just tolerate it?

Not really a fan of any particular sport but I could easily spend the whole fortnight glued to the BBC for Wimbledon and I’ve adored the Olympics, the Paralympics and the Winter Olympics. I tolerate football when it’s the World Cup.


6.  Who is your biggest influence on writing?

The book I’ve just read.


7.  Favorite food –

Almost anything really. I’ve eaten a bug straight off a tree in the Amazon jungle, what looked like frogspawn in Cambodia and a horse steak in Iceland but the one thing I always, always say ‘yes’ to is a full English breakfast.
8.  When did you start writing?

I always have. I wrote a sort of 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea meets James Bond short story in primary school and have wanted to be a writer ever since. It didn’t really happen though until I met Raven McAllan as she sat sipping wine, writing on a MacBook by a pool in South Africa. Something sparked from that meeting and I though “I could do that”… “I should do that”… “I’m doing that”. And I did do that.


9.  If money were no object, where would you like to live?

Back in my hometown, London. I’m an east end boy and I miss it loads. I also love to be in New York. I’m a city boy who currently lives in the country.
10.  What’s next for you?

As Dreams Are Made On hits the (virtual) streets, I have a short story that’s about to lurch into editing, about a Scottish vampire and his werewolf surrogate mother, and I’m deep into my next full length novel, a sci-fi romance where the captain and first mate of a starship on a dangerous peace mission have their emotions and sexuality challenged by the mysterious alien empaths tasked with bringing about peace on a planet ravaged by a gender war.

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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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Review & Guest Post featuring Shiloh Saddler’s The Virgin Madam (Girls and Guns)

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Girls and Guns

The Virgin Madam

by Shiloh Saddler



After a vicious outlaw murders her father, Laura Rutherford sees no future beyond running the family brothel and kowtowing to the local gang. Not even marriage offers escape. No man can compete with the beautiful women who dance the can-can for her each night…at least not until a gentle stranger sweeps in and opens her eyes to desires too long denied.


Joe Bascum stumbles into Bitterroot Flats looking for a place to hide from a gunman out for blood. When the innocent Madame from the local brothel offers a bed and bath, Joe accepts hoping to show the buttoned-up beauty just how right forbidden desire can feel.


When danger escalates, can Laura help Joe defeat the famous Fletcher gang, or is she destined to live a lonely life as the virgin madam?





The Virgin Madam

Girls and Guns

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Enjoy the following excerpt for THE VIRGIN MADAM:


Time for the can-can show. My heart palpitated in anticipation. Shamelessly I watched the four women file on stage in their long matching red skirts and black stockings. A red feather in their hair.

Mr. Woodson finished the intro music. I gave him a small smile and nod before returning my attention to the women. I let out a quiet sigh. They were all beauties. When I was younger I cried myself to sleep wishing I had their figure; now full grown, I had given up on that dream. I wasn’t tall and leggy like Lulu. I wasn’t as curvy as Rose. I didn’t have Amanda’s fiery red hair or Delilah’s flawless complexion. I was just average.

The black silk chokers around their necks helped draw attention to their faces and lower to their breasts. The ladies grabbed their skirts and walked to the edge of the stage, swishing their skirts suggestively and showing off their white bloomers. Many men let out cheers or said lewd comments. Ash rushed in and grabbed a seat. He leaned back in his chair put two fingers to his lips and let out a shrill whistle. Like me, he caught as many performances as he could. The bastard had become a regular fixture in Bitterroot Flats, easily partaking in the entitlements. Including murder. He must have had a past with Fletcher. Done jobs together, maybe even served time together.

I had to put up with him. But I didn’t have to pretend to like him. I seared his back with a fiery stare, hoping he could feel my anger.

I wish I never had to see Ash again. I wish I had the power to ban him from the Honey Ranch. The power to keep him from Amanda would be some satisfaction, but the Fletcher Gang owned the town. Ash could do whatever he damn pleased and I was powerless to stop him.

Ash wasn’t going to spoil the show for me. I focused on the women, their every seductive move. The dancers turned around in place before prancing around the stage in a small circle, flashing the gentlemen big smiles. Their faces, heavily painted with rouge and lip paint, glowed under the stage’s lighting. A thrill zipped through me when they formed a line again and started their high kicks. Some of the men clapped, keeping time with the music. Others tapped their empty beer glasses on the tables. The rowdy atmosphere didn’t bother me anymore. The scent of beer and whiskey wafted through the air, mixing with the smell of sweat, horses, and the honeysuckle perfume the ladies wore. I easily tuned out the men, my attention narrowing to the women working the stage as if their lives depended on it. How they managed to dance so well in those high-heeled black boots I’d never know. They helped show off their legs, though. And I could drool over all those legs. Heat and desire burning in my belly, I hoped no one could read my dirty thoughts.



Painted Ladies of the West

Many people do not realize there were two kinds of “bad girls” in the Old West. There were saloon and dance hall women who danced with men and offered music and conversation while they drank, but did not engage in prostitution. In the shabbiest saloons – the brothels – the women also took customers up to their rooms.

Before writing The Virgin Madam I did a lot of research into both types of painted ladies. The saloon and dance hall women were considered respectable company by the men who enjoyed their company and were treated like ladies. These ladies looked down upon the working women and would not want to be in the company of a prostitute. So even among painted ladies there was a social order.

The Puritan women in the East considered both types of women as “fallen” not differentiating between the two. To them a painted lady was a lady of sin. Girls did not work in saloons in the East. Of course, women were plentiful in the East. The desire for female company in the West made being a saloon girl a profitable job. Many widows and farm girls were lured to the West and entered this profession looking for easy work and high wages.

The Virgin Madam is set in 1879 a time of cattle drives and rowdy cowboys. Bitterroot Flats, California has its fair share of rowdy cowboys. The desert town, run by the Fletcher Gang, was far respectable town. The Gang was very happy when Laura’s Papa moved to their town and set up a brothel. It is every man’s dream, right? The Honey Ranch took in plenty of business and Laura grew up cooking for the girls, doing the laundry, and sweeping the floors.

After her papa is murdered Laura inherits his brothel. While technically the madam she is a businesswoman not a painted lady. She keeps the Honey Ranch going in order to survive; dreaming of the day she can get out of the terrible town. In the meantime, she takes in the one pleasure of her job—fantasying about the beauties who danced for her. Is she going to live the rest of her life alone as the virgin madam, or will she find another woman who shares her forbidden desires?




When I read the blurb for this book, I figured that it would be a sweet little sexy number about a woman finding love and maybe a little sex mixed in.  I got that and more from Ms. Saddler.  The blurb is a bit misleading but understand that once you start reading you can’t put the book down.

I was intrigued about Laura from the get go.  She’s stronger than she thinks but she was sheltered by her dad in some respects.  She is also going through a period of realizing her sexual urges and wondering if they are wrong.  Being surrounded by beautiful women and not so nice men will do that to a girl.  If I had one thing to say about Laura, I didn’t like the insta love thing she had for Joe.  But I understand the “why” she said it in the first place.

Joe was such an awesome character.  Not caring what other people said and getting vengeance for the wrong that happened to Laura is all that matter.  I wish I could say more about Joe but you just have to read the book and find out for yourself.  🙂  The introduction of the Marshall was a great touch and put Joe’s whole character into perspective for me as a reader.  Loved him and they way he treated Joe.  Great job.

If you looking for a sweet and historically accurate portrayal of the old west, pick this book up.  It doesn’t disappoint in the least.

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About the Author:

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.



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Review of Little Black Dress by Scarlet Chastain

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Title: Little Black Dress

Author: Scarlet Chastain

Series: Romance On The Go

Genre: Erotica F/F

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Release Date: Aug 13 2013

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook


Never underestimate the power of the little black dress…

Paris—the romance and fashion capital of the world. So what the hell makes Jamie Scotts, an IT geek from New York, think the city of lights holds the answers? Driven by need for change, she lies to her boss about her fluency in French and becomes the company’s first international sales person. Fluent? She can barely ask for directions to the ladies’ room.

Jamie’s a duck out of water with her low maintenance style and New York accent. Her unsuccessful sales pitch almost sends her home, until she meets the epitome of elegance—Giselle Bianchi. An unlikely relationship blossoms as the dress designer takes Jamie under her wing. Giselle’s guidance not only reveals Jamie’s missing je ne sais quoi, but also unlocks repressed passion with the help of a little black dress.

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Author InfoScarlet Chastain


Scarlet Chastain is the semi-secret pseudonym of a multi-published, best selling author of sensual erotic romance. Scarlet’s focus is female-centric sizzling stories written about women, for women.

She lives in the suburban shadows of New York City but her heart belongs to the beaches of Key West. Scarlet can usually be found in her favorite chair of her newly acquired writing cave with her maltipoo, Coco.

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Excerpt #1:

“You must not have much time for a social life. Boyfriends?” Jamie had glanced at her hand back at the studio for the telltale signs of a ring.

Giselle picked up her glass and rocked it in a circular motion. The red liquid coated the sides of the glass and flowed downward into a pool of garnet.

“I’m sorry. That was too personal, wasn’t it?” She looked down at her own glass.

“No. Not too personal. I’m just trying to find a way to tell you something that may risk our new friendship.”

Jamie searched the woman’s eyes.

“No boyfriends. I’m attracted to women.”

Her words washed over Jamie like a soft wave and flowed warm and hot down to her core.

“Et toi, Jamie?”

“No boyfriends,” was all she could say before taking a very unladylike gulp of her wine. Glancing back to Giselle, Jamie’s heartbeat ticked up and she took a deep breath before she spoke. “I’ve always been something of a geek.”

Giselle furrowed her brow. “Explain geek.”

Jamie snorted at the sound the word made coming from Giselle lips. “Geek means socially awkward.”

Giselle nodded. “Ah, okay. Continue.”

“I was painfully shy when I was younger and spent most of my high school years behind a computer screen. I found my niche in college as a computer science major. But as one of the only females in my classes, I found myself being one of the guys instead of dating them. They just didn’t interest me.” Jamie shrugged, finished her wine and slid the glass toward Giselle who promptly refilled it. The delicious wine’s effects washed over Jamie, giving her the courage to ask the question that was at the tip of her tongue. “When did you know you liked women?” Her eyes flicked to the side then back to her glass.

“I think I’d always known but one particular night I found out for sure. I went on a date with a man. He took me to a club and his sweaty hands were all over me while we danced. He kept shoving his tongue down my throat. I felt physically ill and slipped out the back door after excusing myself to the ladies’ room. The door led to a dark alley and that’s where I saw them. Two women. I heard them first as it was so dark. Their soft feminine sighs drew me to them. I moved closer to find one of the women had the other against the wall, fondling her exposed breast and kissing her as though she were a cherished piece of porcelain. I couldn’t look away. Then they saw me and stopped. I was about to turn and run away but the woman against the wall held her hand out to me. Her eyes held such depth and generosity. I looked at the other woman and she smiled. I joined them and we did nothing but kiss. I never saw either again but I knew that was the lifestyle for me. Soon after I moved to Paris to start a new life. And here I am.” Giselle shrugged and smiled.

Jamie turned toward her new friend. “You have it all together. I wish I knew what I wanted out of life.”

Giselle touched her arm. “You will, ma chère, you will.”



This is my second book to read by Ms. Chastain and she didn’t disappoint.  I know what you are thinking…Harlie its F/F what on earth?  Okay, there are alot of peeps that like M/M and for some reason, I have to have a female somewhere in the mix while reading M/M.  Not so in F/F.  I’m married and in no way attracted to females but there is something about reading it.  Let me try to explain in my review.

Ms. Chastain has the knack to write about two females that are strong, independent and one of them usually doesn’t understand their sexual needs.  She always writes their relationship through friendship first and foremost.  The women she writes about are truly friends and I like to see the journey that Jamie and Giselle go to in that friendship before the relationship takes a trip to the bedroom.

The buildup is palable and realistic.  This isn’t insta-anything and when the smexy times come, it is sensual, not graphic and loving.  There is no rush to get to the “goods”.  You don’t squirm in your chair when reading it either.  You are right there with them when they discover their love for one another and to see how it will all play out.  Another thing that I appreciate from Ms. Chastain are her characters.

You know a “Jamie” in your life.  Unsure of herself in work and in relationships.  Trying to find out what makes her tick and how she handles herself in a relationship with another woman.  Meeting Giselle was a breath of fresh air for her.  She met her best friend and lover all in one whack.  Of course, there is conflict in the relationship; no relationship is without it.  Ms. Chastain brought a smile to my face with how she handled it and the outcome.

Give Ms. Chastain a chance in the F/F genre.  She writes it sensually and extremeley well.  You don’t run to the hills or throw your ereader either.  Just expect a well balanced story about two people that fall in the love the old fashioned way…slowly; even if they are females.  🙂


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