What a glorious Tuesday it is and time for us to chat to another divine author. This week though we’re going to do things a little differently and meet one of their characters instead. I’m rather glad actually, because the last time Dominic had anything to do with Faberge (the author of the stunning As Dreams Are Made On), he ended up in a dress and MY heels! Needless to say, I told him I would handle this one *grins*
Today, we’ll be chatting to Captain Jane Ferdinand of the starship Prospero, one of the two heroines of this story. Please give her a warm welcome as we sit down and see what makes her tick.
Welcome Captain. Please be so kind as to tell our readers a little more about yourself and what it was that got you in the crosshairs for your author?
Hi Domino. Thanks for the opportunity to chat to you. Frankly, I think Faberge spent too much time watching Star Trek, Star Wars, Star Gate…anything with “star” in the title and once he met me, a female starship captain, he could hardly contain himself.
And then when he realized that my story reminded him so much of Shakespeare’s The Tempest, a play he’d seen with Patrick Stewart (some sort of actor who plays a pretend starship captain in some TV thing) as Prospero in the Royal Shakespeare Company’s production in London, as well as realizing that the 50s sci-fi movie, Forbidden Planet was also based on the same play, he had to be almost surgically removed from his laptop, so mad was he to get my story down on paper.
I have to confess to be a HUGE fan of anything with the word “star” in it myself. It’s not a bad passion to have, especially if it breathed life into you. So what was it that drew you to your mate?
Miranda? Young, beautiful, the most amazing silky blue skin, indigo hair, violet eyes? Her father the famed inventor of hyper-drive, fleet commander Jacques-Pierre Guillaume, her late mother a native of the planet Cerulean—intelligent, well-read but so innocent, having never seen another woman in all her twenty-one years marooned on a planet, adrift in time (although her father had kept that little secret from her) and only their android servant R.E.L. to help her deal with her emerging desires? What’s not to fall in love with?
It certainly sounds like she had a very sheltered upbringing. Must have been intriguing for you… but I digress. A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner?
The naughtiest? Don’t tell Miranda, but there was this time, before I met her, back on star base Halo 5 with a gorgeous burlesque dancer from the Trinculo nebula. She really knew how to move and where to kiss a girl and oh, that silky green skin and feathers… Oops, sorry, went out of orbit there. But, oh, yes, right…with Miranda—well, we did make rather good use, between the two of us, of R.E.L’s gender configurability in the cockpit of my escape pod.
I’m not sure that I shall be able to look at an escape pod quite the same way again! So, boxers, briefs or commando on a man?
Well, I’m a girl’s girl and I like silk…or nothing.
Duly noted… so if your partner wants to seduce you, what’s one sure fire trick they can play?
Oh, she just has to flick that indigo hair from her face and beam at me with those deep, sexy, but oh-so-innocent violet eyes and my stern starship captain resistance disappears like a tachyon pulse in a plasma duct…
That’s certainly descriptive! What is the one place on your partner’s body that you know will drive them wild-in and out of bed?
My lovely Miranda had only her father for paternal hugs and R.E.L. for tactile contact for twenty-one years, so just touching her, gently, softly, with a loving caress anywhere is like lighting the blue touch paper.
That almost seems like you don’t have to try very hard… but I can imagine what a rush it would be to be with someone that reactive. Now, time to confess, what was one of the most embarrassing things your author did to you in “As Dreams are Made On?”
That would be when he had Miranda catch me with R.E.L.’s newly configured…er, masculinity in my hand. R.E.L. is made of a special alloy and can be reconfigured to be either male or female. He had been programmed to “please” me and both Miranda and I were taken by surprise.
I bet! Is there anything else you would like to add?
That we did make good use of R.E.L.’s adaptability after I’d manage to explain to her what had happened. You’ll have to read the final chapter to find out just how.
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?
Thank you Captain for taking the time to chat. I think that this is going to be a really fun read and to pre-order your copy, simply click on the cover above to take you to our site or visit www.breathlesspress.com
Until next time…
“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.