Hi Faberge, thank you so much for dropping by. That cover is gorgeous by the way!
Book blurb –
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
Okay,
starting off with the book (and phew it sounds action packed!)…
If you had to sum up ‘His Secret Dancer’ in 30 words or less what would you say?
Can love conquer all and these star-crossed lovers embrace their star cross-dresser in a boy-girl-boy/girl ménage a trois?
Dan/Danielle sounds intriguing – what do you most like about him/her?
I like how Dan finds his inner girl and accepts who he/she is. And she has a great voice – and legs…
Is there anything about ‘her’ that frustrates you?
Yes – she's so nervous and unsure about her singing. Just get on stage and do it, girl!
What does Tomasz most admire about her? What draws him to her?
Her legs! But also she is different to the other T girls Tomasz has known. And she reminds him of his first experience with a dominant woman.
And what is it about Francine that grabs his attention?
It involves chocolate – hot melting chocolate and how she lets him lick some off the wooden spoon while she licks her finger. She is a complete unintentional minx.
Tomasz sounds like one hell of a guy – is he someone you’d trust if you met him in a bar, or would you steer clear?
I did meet someone who was like Tomasz. I liked him and we shared a bottle or two of wine, so yes – I'd trust him.
What/who inspired you to write the story?
I actually met someone who had been a burlesque dancer - a real life Dan/Danielle. We were chatting over drinks watching the sun set in a South African lodge and he happened to mention it. And when he showed us the picture of him as a dancer my jaw hit the floor. I've still never seen a pair of legs in fishnets as good.
And what about the characters - are they a little bit you, people you know, or did they just leap out and grab you (metaphorically speaking of course!)?
Well, as I said, Dan/Danielle is based on a real person, but Tomasz is also based on that person so they're a mix. They're people I've met but none of them is any one person. Francine surprised me most as the story evolved though. I thought I knew who she was but she thought otherwise!
And
we, sorry I, being naturally nosy would love to know a bit about you…
Where/when do you write? When I can really – a lot of His Secret Dancer was written on trains commuting to work, sometimes on my phone (one finger at a time). The editing was mostly done in bursts while I grabbed a coffee on the way to work. My favourite time is when I have an evening to myself although my imagination is best in the morning. I have to make hurried notes for later!
What part of writing do you enjoy most, coming up with the idea, planning, writing it or typing The End?!
Writing it. Pure and simple. Sitting down and getting it onto the page. Typing The End is quite disappointing!
Sum yourself up in 30 words or less (ha, I hate questions like this!)?!
Writes - a bit, plays guitar – ok, sings – not really but tries.
Do you spend much time reading? What’s your favourite bedtime/holiday read? Favourite author/genre?
Since I got my Kindle I've read loads more than I ever did before. From Milton to Jane Austen via Dickens and Homer I've discovered all the stuff I avoided at school.
Coffee or tea (or wine!)?
Can't get by without coffee, but red wine in the evening.
Starter or dessert?
Starter. I've usually eaten too much to find space for dessert.
What would you be doing if time & money were no object?
Writing during the day, playing guitar at night.
Best bit of advice you’ve ever been given, and by whom?
You should write – by a few writers.
And
before you run off, can you share a little excerpt?
Sure
– Francine has two customers who intrigue her –
A woman, slim, tall,
smart business attire – dark blue jacket, strong shoulders, just above knee
length skirt, black tights – possibly stockings, but an expensive pair – and a
very nice pair of black court shoes, heels just under the low side of slutty
but just above the high side of sensible. Her friend/partner was a little
shorter; her hair a very neat, jet black bob over piercing eyes very subtly
made up and the sexiest mouth Francine had ever gazed upon. Full, almost
pouting dark red lips, shimmering with an understated but overwhelming moist
invitation to kiss, if you dare. She seemed to smolder with an androgynous
sexuality that made Francine catch her breath. They were plainly together,
holding hands, eyes on each other and when the taller woman picked up one of
the samples of cake that Francine had out on the counter and placed it with an
innocent nonchalance, but oh so sexually, in the shorter woman's mouth Francine
felt a shiver tingle from her clit through to the depths of her pussy. The
shorter woman’s eyes closed as the fingers brushed her lips, dropping the sweet
pastry onto her tongue. Her lips closed on the fingers and a soft ‘mmm’ escaped
like a sigh as they were pulled away.
Thanks
for sharing Faberge and good luck with ‘His Secret Dancer’.
Reading this now and loving it!
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Thanks Dee - and thanks for having me over, Zara.
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