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What's in the Box? Halloween Is About To Get Sexy

It's release day!

Wow, I haven't been able to say that in a very long time (err, that's a tale for another day). Today is the coming out party for Dusk Takes Dawn, my and Celia Sweet's urban fantasy erotic romance. [pouring the sangria and handing out soft tortillas for the guacamole] It's a celebration, lovelies.

You can buy the book at Breathless Press or All Romance eBooks. It's filled with battle royals and good lovin'—all for $1.99.

Celia and I have been busy traveling the interwebs and sharing news of our naughty Halloween tale. Our first stops were Ramsey's Reviews (a very fun dual/dueling interview), Dawn's Reading Nook and The Whipped Cream Blog. Up next, we'll visit Romance Junkies Blog on Oct 25th, and Romance Author Hotspot on the 27th.

Now on to the mysterious box in the title of this post. You'll find the answer to the question in Dusk Takes Dawn (trust me, totally worth it) but I'll provide the lead up here. All I can say is Duskan Entreri (Dusk for short) is one hellavu a great gift giver and Dawn is more than satisfied…heck, I'd go with satiated…ecstatic…exhausted. =tee hee=

EXCERPT from Dusk Takes Dawn

"I've been dreaming of caressing your skin, my topaz," Dusk said from inside the phone; his tone had deepened into a husky rumble. Dawn closed her eyes and let the echo of his affection wash over her. He called her "his topaz" because he said her skin held the luster of the rich brown variety of the gemstone.

"And with your skin in mind, I'm concluding the business portion of this morning's program. Switch to the laptop."

She moved to do just that, but he hadn't finished.

"Before I forget, thanks for picking up my codpieces from the dry cleaners. I bet the Crone had that perennial sour look on her face—if she was working that day." He laughed. "Also, the pictures you left me were a rather nice surprise. I had no idea you were so flexible." He paused to raise an eyebrow. "Dammit, witch."

The video message ended abruptly, and Dawn tossed the phone, leaping to wake the computer up. Vibrating with renewed anticipation, she clicked the arrow on the player Dusk had left full screen. The video started and she sucked her bottom lip in before she could draw her next breath.

Dusk reclined on the couch, one arm thrown over the backrest, one leg propped against the coffee table—completely naked. Great moon, her beast's body begged to be explored with lips, tongue, fingers and even teeth.

In his free hand, he held a bottle of lube. He tapped the container against his knee. Dawn recognized the packaging. She'd bought it for him. The liquid heated through friction. Her body didn't require friction to combust. The sight of him nude with such a lusty look on his face took care of ignition nicely.

She didn't know where to put her hands first. With one, she yanked her bra up over her right breast and rolled the nipple between her fingers; her other hand pressed against the moisture spreading between her legs. Her body trembled deliciously from the pressure and as she arched off the couch, she imagined her beast's fingers, his lips and tongue instead. It wasn't enough. Every part of her yearned to be touched, to be covered by his big body and pumped long and strong until he rocked her to sleep.

On the screen, Duskan brought the one arm down off the couch and tipped the lube upside down to pour a liberal amount into his hand. "I left you a gift," he said, casually flipping the bottle away to throw that arm over one of the cushions. "It's under the table in front of you."

Dawn watched, mesmerized as he ran his lubed hand up and down his shaft. It lengthened and grew full, each advance and retreat hiding and revealing the broad tip.

Was she drooling?

She touched the corner of her mouth with her second finger but kept her eyes on Dusk. He paused and fixed his gaze on the spot he'd known she'd be sitting in.

"Don't. Stop," she said on a breath.

"Beloved." He seemed to answer her. "The box."

Little Things Please a Lotat Dawn's Reading Nook

I'm pondering what lasts longer: the burn of passion or the sweetness of a gesture; while hanging out with Dawn Roberto at Dawn's Reading Nook. Swing by for a chat and a chance to WIN a copy of Dusk Takes Dawn.

Little Things Please A Lot

By Shirin Dubbin

We tend describe a lover's touch passionately—usually with fiery words. Ever notice that?  Interludes with our sweeties are: scorching, blazing, flaming, on fire, ablaze; they singe us to our toes; they burn off our clothes. M'm M'm. Yet despite these myriad steamy encounters the little things our lover's do for us linger longest in our memories…

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Shirin and Celia InterviewPlus Win Dusk Takes Dawn!

Check out the fun Halloween inspired interview with me and Celia over at Ramsey's Reviews. Amy's Halloween Bash is a great time. For a special treat, comment to WIN a copy of Dusk Takes Dawn. Halloween is about to get sexy!

Sexy Gargoyles and Dares

I'm a giant ditz, sometimes. I was so busy gearing up for this past weekends' NY trip I forgot to post about a guest shot. Over on the Whipped Cream Blog I chat about "…that most insidious of motivators -> The Dare." Stop by and let me know if a dare has every lead to something wonderful for you. Oh and there's an excerpt from Dusk Takes Dawn.

Dusk Takes Dawn

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cover design by Dara England

Paranormal peacekeepers, Dawn Maza, the witch with a capital 'B', and Duskan Entreri, one helluva beast, are partners and lovers… Actually, they are in love. They're not lovers yet. Stone separates them, making her a statue at night while he turns to granite by day, and the two have never consummated their love. Instead, they communicate via video and voice mail. That travesty will change tonight

Under the advisement of a crone—who may or may not have ulterior motives—the pair must freeze time for a single chance at igniting the All Hallows sky with the fires of their passion.

Dusk and Dawn are up for the task. Halloween is about to get sexy.

"I loved… loved… this short story!…Dusk Takes Dawn does the impossible:  this short story made me shed a few tears. Even though the story is short, the reader understands the desperation and complete yearning of the two main characters to be with each other that it is difficult to not be emotionally involved in their story.  Sadly, the tale is so short and I wanted more resolution to their story.  Hopefully, more installments will soon follow.  I want more! BookingIt Grade:  A+"

Katie

BookingIt.net

"Being in love and wanting to be together is the norm but the fact that Dawn and Dusk physically can't is intriguing.   The clever little games they play on each other are cute and endearing.  Dusk has quite the wicked sense of humour.  The saying always leave them wanting more is so true in this case.  I would have liked to learn Dusks side and what he went through to battle and win in order to get the memory-keeper…very enjoyable and fun. Rate: 4 out of 5"
Reviewed by Pam
For RomanceWritersReviews.com

Dusk Takes Dawn – Press Release

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Halloween is about to get Sexy

Calgary, Alberta-Think Halloween and a sexy story don't mix? In Dusk Takes Dawn by Celia Sweet and Shirin Dubbin things heat up on the s

pookiest night of the year. Breathless Press www.breathlesspress.com is pleased to announce that this story, a 10K erotic paranormal romance, is one of this year's Halloween contest winners and will be released on October 22nd, 2010. Please enjoy the following blurb and excerpt (R-Rated)

Blurb-

Paranormal peacekeepers, Dawn Maza, the witch with a capital 'B', and Duskan Entreri, one helluva beast, are partners and lovers… Actually, they are in love. They're not lovers yet. Stone separates them, making her a statue at night while he turns to granite by day, and the two have never consummated their love. Instead, they communicate via video and voice mail. That travesty will change tonight.Under the advisement of a crone—who may or may not have ulterior motives—the pair must freeze time for a single chance at igniting the All Hallows sky with the fires of their passion.

Dusk and Dawn are up for the task. Halloween is about to get sexy.

Excerpt

"I've been dreaming of caressing your skin, my topaz," Dusk said from inside the phone; his tone had deepened into a husky rumble. Dawn closed her eyes and let the echo of his affection wash over her. He called her "his topaz" because he said her skin held the luster of the rich brown variety of the gemstone.

"And with your skin in mind, I'm concluding the business portion of this morning's program. Switch to the laptop."

She moved to do just that, but he hadn't finished.

"Before I forget, thanks for picking up my codpieces from the dry cleaners. I bet the Crone had that perennial sour look on her face—if she was working that day." He laughed. "Also, the pictures you left me were a rather nice surprise. I had no idea you were so flexible." He paused to raise an eyebrow. "Dammit, witch."

The video message ended abruptly, and Dawn tossed the phone, leaping to wake the computer up. Vibrating with renewed anticipation, she clicked the arrow on the player Dusk had left full screen. The video started and she sucked her bottom lip in before she could draw her next breath.

Dusk reclined on the couch, one arm thrown over the backrest, one leg propped against the coffee table—completely naked. Great moon, her beast's body begged to be explored with lips, tongue, fingers and even teeth.

In his free hand, he held a bottle of lube. He tapped the container against his knee. Dawn recognized the packaging. She'd bought it for him. The liquid heated through friction. Her body didn't require friction to combust. The sight of him nude with such a lusty look on his face took care of ignition nicely.

She didn't know where to put her hands first. With one, she yanked her bra up over her right breast and rolled the nipple between her fingers; her other hand pressed against the moisture spreading between her legs. Her body trembled deliciously from the pressure and as she arched off the couch, she imagined her beast's fingers, his lips and tongue instead. It wasn't enough. Every part of her yearned to be touched, to be covered by his big body and pumped long and strong until he rocked her to sleep.

On the screen, Duskan brought the one arm down off the couch and tipped the lube upside down to pour a liberal amount into his hand. "I left you a gift," he said, casually flipping the bottle away to throw that arm over one of the cushions. "It's under the table in front of you."

Dawn watched, mesmerized as he ran his lubed hand up and down his shaft. It lengthened and grew full, each advance and retreat hiding and revealing the broad tip.

Was she drooling?

She touched the corner of her mouth with her second finger but kept her eyes on Dusk. He paused and fixed his gaze on the spot he'd known she'd be sitting in.

"Don't. Stop," she said on a breath.

"Beloved." He seemed to answer her. "The box."

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Seasoning Stories to Taste

A few months ago I wrote a piece called Shirin Dubbin and the Ghoulish Goulash for Lisa Pietsch's blog. It is the tale of: my normally gifted father's one bad dish, my love of Julia Child and seasoning a story so it's tasty. Just in case you didn't have time to read the post I present it today as an audio tale. Let's hope it's not too salty…

NEWS BRIEF: Books Ahoy!

I know the title promises pirates but, alas, there be none. I do have news to share, though. In the last couple of weeks I've gone from one upcoming release, DREAMS' DARK KISS – Carina Press, to three. Let's all pause to do the shimmy-shake…ok, I'll shimmy-shake you pour the sangria. It's a celebration, lovelies!

Tell you more? So I shall. *grin* The lovely and amazing Anne Frasier allowed me to join her team of metahumans who've waxed frightening on all things Halloween. My contribution to the anthology is called, WHIPSTITCH "In Which A Pair Of Nemeses Join Forces For A Macabre Sewing Bee". This marks my first prose in print and will release in October 2011! Read all about it over on Anne's blog, and if you're feeling creative we'd love to hear your title ideas.

What else? Well, good friend and author, Abby Wood, challenged me to write an erotic romance short story for Halloween. Erotic is not something I normally do, but dearest Abby accosted my cheek with her silken lady gloves and I had no choice but to let loose my dueling pistols (after I'd put away my parasol of course—I'm not completely undignified). The task was soon accomplished, however, in the end, the doing required a bit of help and I turned to someone else close to my heart—undercover naughty girl and love scene choreographer, Celia Sweet. Celia has quite a history which I'll share once she finishes her bio. *ahem* [hint]x2. *sigh* At any rate, the resulting tale of love finally consummated, DUSK TAKES DAWN, will release from Breathless Press in October of this year. I kinda have Halloween on lock, don't I? (okay, I know I don't but you were supposed to agree so I could feel all special and…stuff.)

Here's the blurb for Dusk Takes Dawn:

Paranormal peacekeepers, Dawn Maza, the witch with a capital 'B', and Duskan Entreri, one helluva beast, are partners and lovers… Actually, they are in love. They're not lovers yet. Stone separates them, making her a statue at night while he turns to granite by day, and the two have never consummated their love. Instead, they communicate via video and voice mail. That travesty will change tonight.

Under the advisement of a crone—who may or may not have ulterior motives—the pair must freeze time for a single chance at igniting the All Hallows sky with the fires of their passion.

Dusk and Dawn are up for the task. Halloween is about to get sexy.

Nina Simone and Michael Bublé, here I come: "It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life…and I'm feelin' goooood."

Dreams' Dark Kiss

The nightmares will strike tonight…

Ciaran Letang has taken care of preternatural business since childhood. Her job is soul conducting, ferrying the dead into the afterlife. She's never had reason to be afraid. The ankou, nightmarish beasts escaped from the Dreaming, will change that tonight.

For Keoni Maka, protecting dreamers is business as usual. Meeting the enthralling, yet annoying, Ciaran is a life-altering event. One that will force him to face both his childhood demons, and those born of nightmares melded to hijacked human flesh.

The pair will have to suck-it-up and deal because the ankou pack leader plans to take dominion over the waking world—and he means to do it now. Together, Ciaran and Keoni must avert their enemy's schemes or risk an invasion akin to dropping the Earth into the pits of hell.

Oh, what a night

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They'll come for her tonight…

The ankou. A legion of nightmares, fugitive from the Dreaming, have set their sights on Ciaran Letang. She is the key to their darkest purpose. But Ciaran has been used before, and she won't let it happen again.

Keoni Maka patrols the dreamscape, keeping humankind safe. When he senses Ciaran's distress, he offers to fight by her side—forever. She accepts, but she has vowed not to let a man invade her heart, not even this man.

Together they must use their powers to stop the ankou pack leaders before they take dominion over the waking world. But will Keoni's own dream of saving tainted souls lead them right into a trap?

Isn't It Ironic:Revenge of the Goats

Point: I do not like goats, we've had several altercations over the years—that time at the Petting Zoo in London; Miss Margaret's hell-spawn in the form of a goat named Ben (you don't wanna know); everyday in Dominica that they blocked the road and bleated self-righteously. I shake my fist at goats and I mean it. For the last few years we've remained in our separate corners—in a kind of stay-out-of-my-way peace treaty… And…then I find out I'm allergic to cow's milk. What madness is this? I love to bake. I love to eat baked goods. Evil. Pure unadulterated evil dreamed up by star-crossed satyr. *sigh* Damn you, goats, and your tangy milk and cheese products too.

Fear not animal lovers, I adore most creatures—great and small. (My war with goats is a personal thing…some might even call it an "issue" but they'd be wrong; they'd also be loud mouths who think they know everything…) *harrumph*