Paw to the truth...her funny bone struck with a hammer, the Kougar was a giggling kitty for quite a while over her Mrs. Giggles' dry-to-the-bone and drill-to-the bone review.
Alas, there is only one loud complaining mew. See the unedited scene from Red Lioness Tailspin below. Captain Draxen Z of the Venture has his say and bit of retaliation-more. *
The score? You roar...84. There ya go. With the requisite snippet:
Still, on the whole Red Lioness Tamed is a most enjoyable quick read that doesn't take itself too seriously but instead revels in its more cheesy elements. You may need to adjust your expectations before you begin reading to enjoy this story, although the cover art - deliberately designed to reflect its dime/pulp novel nature - should have been clear indication enough of the author's intention. I believe that if you have a fondness for stories that aren't afraid to be deliberately campy and cheesy, this one may find a home on your hard drive, right next to your dubiously-obtained complete series of the original Battlestar Galactica, Jason Of The Star Command, and Buck Rogers In The 25th Century TV series.
For the full review ~ Google Mrs. Giggles, click on e-book reviews, then on 'K' for Kougar.
Take a quick long stride over to Title Magic today, Big Beautiful Kitties, Nina Bruhns, a very accomplished lady and author speaks to the current trends in what readers clamor for in a romance story. Meows below:
Welcome, Nina. Utterly fascinating topic and big congrats on being a RITA finalist.
I enjoy a light-hearted story as well as the complex darker stories.
Personally, I compare this time in our history with the depression era and WWII film fare -- Pennies From Heaven, for example.
Often people needed a break then, like they do now. Not hard to figure out. What sold back then? Booze and entertainment. Escape into fantasy is often what people need to endure these darker times. Whether it's a light-hearted fantasy or the darker-edged urban fantasy coming into its own.
Art, and the art of writing serves this time we live through, as well as creates this time in our history.
At least, that's my over-simplified viewpoint.
* Unedited scene from Red Lioness Tailspin by Savanna Kougar
The woman’s gaze felt like sucker tentacles on the back of his neck. Draxen idly lowered the collar he’d been examining at the vendor’s stall, where he purchased items whenever in port, since the owner possessed a superior eye for quality merchandise.
"Not to your preference?" the tiny eel-slick woman seductively inquired.
"It is to my preference, keeper Maunfa." Draxen flirtatiously grinned at the pewter-colored, green-tinted Yligor. "If you will place all similar collars together, I will choose when I return shortly." He offered a rakish head bow, then surreptitiously slid a prized data-containment coin beneath her webbed hand.
"Service is our desire," she crooned, smoothing the illegal payment into her waistband pouch.
Spinning on his heel, Draxen glanced up at the space port’s High Beam level, as it was called. Without a blink of apology, the woman, one of the commerce OverSeers focused on him, her bearing as powerful as a plasma anaconda. Hybermion, she was a liquid shape shifter, her current body incarnation reminded him of his grandmother, her count-the-stars probable intention. Her lasering gaze, the subtle imperious movement of her head, indicated she intended to speak officially with him, either with or without his cooperation.
Curious to the sunflare max, Draxen also tingled with primitive wariness as he strode to meet her. Obviously, he had not committed any observed code misdeed, or she would have summoned an enforcement team. Instead, the OverSeer glided down the zigzag of descending translucent planks, her robe billowing out behind her, great impatient waves of pale glistening material.
"Dear Lady." With care Draxen swept up her hand, pressed his lips onto one of her large knuckles. "How have I offended your sensibilities?"
Her gaze narrowed, black as a gathering storm on his home world. Withdrawing her hand, she assessed him. Zero favor glimmered in the depths of her eyes. "OverSeer Ghiggles," she corrected in a manner suggesting she was accustomed to offering correction often. "The woman, who was with you. I have become concerned for her welfare. Where is she?"
"Currently my bride is resting aboard my vessel."
"No doubt, Captain of the Venture, she is resting." The OverSeer glared at his crotch as if his actual shaft had criminal intent. Indeed, to his amusement and puzzlement, as if his cock had suddenly transformed into his face. "You have over-burdened her with your insatiable activities."
More amused, Draxen crooned, "Am I to be condemned for carnal appreciating my wife?"
"I believe, Captain." Her gaze raked up and down the outline of his shaft, as if she measured it’s precise rutting proportions. "From the visual reports received, your ‘carnal’ state was constant in your bride’s presence. Although..." She leaned a particle or two closer, inspecting his crotch with professional intensity, "I believe the front of your pants are shriveled compared to the prominent stretch endured by the material earlier."
"My beloved Sun Rocket is splendid in her beauty, ‘stimulating’ the large carnal appetite of my race, OverSeer Ghiggles. Quite common, I assure you."
"I am knowledgeable about your race, Captain." She continued scrutinizing his lessened shaft, causing him to wonder if her ruthless interest was a ‘stimulation’ to her. "Which brings forth my further concern for your...your bride. I am not familiar with her race, or her capability to withstand your constant lusting assault, as is indicated by your genetic birthright."
"Your concern is to my understanding, OverSeer. I would offer a meeting with my Sun Rocket. However, it is vital she remain resting."
When her unhurried gaze arrived to his, her eyes sharply whipped him with further questions. "Yes, your Sun Rocket was overly pale. And by our health monitoring in a somewhat weakened condition."
"Easily explained, dear Lady. When we met she had been through a draining ordeal. If you have already reviewed my purchases, you will notice I have provided for her swift recuperation."
Her following silence and her unblinking gaze gripped him as if the OverSeer’s hands, themselves, were around his throat, choking. "Did you purchase your bride, Captain?"
"That was my original plan. However, OverSeer Ghiggles, fate, in a benevolent-sailing mood, intervened. Delivering my adorable bride."
"Your bride looked to be quite un-enchanted with you earlier."
"Merely a difference in our cultures. And my bride is fiery spirited, as you evidently witnessed. If I may speak more boldly, dear Lady." Draxen moved closer to her as if they were friendly companions. "My Sun Rocket is quite untamed in her temper, thus in her passions, and one reason I am nova-smitten with her."
"Then, you do not choose a biddable wife as many men of your heritage do."
"As I explained to my new wife, not all men of my world seek a biddable wife. " Seizing on a gamble, Draxen leaned closer to her ear. "If you wish to meet a man from my world, closely study his prowess stamina, may I introduce you now?" He offered a gentleman’s arm. "The Celestial Salon is not far away. And my presence is welcome."
"Yes, I would further investigate. For the welfare of women who may be enslaved or ‘purchased’ against their will." Stiff with her official status, she laid her arm upon his, then moved with him. "Since you are welcome, this will be an unofficial visit, Captain."
"Of course, OverSeer. Please prepare yourself for an explicit gallery display. My culture is proud of their erotic art statues."
"So, I have heard," she dry-as-afterburn spoke.
Still, Draxen allowed a tiny inward smile. The OverSeer’s cool patina flesh had warmed against his arm in anticipation.
Arriving before the entrance of the Celestial Salon, Draxen applied his right palm to the convex blue-silver disc on the side of the open arch. A minimal surge of energy moved upwards, identifying him. Rapidly, the solid ultramarine color before them phased to a twinkling deep blue, abundant with clusters of jewel-blazing stars and the majestic whirls of distant galaxies. As they strolled inward, it was as if they walked the galactic, unencumbered by a craft.
Gradually the deep blue lessened to the magnificent brilliance of a blue sky. On either side of them partial alcoves held the statues of their world’s artists, and the replica statues of men who wished their aroused attributes fully displayed.
"Oh, my..." the OverSeer whispered, her breath rushing out as successive pants. One hand captured her throat.
"Do you prefer the artist’s creative interpretation?" Draxen brought her before an elegant stylized statue shaped from a translucent cobalt substance. The long sleek phallus was aimed like an ancient missile. "Or perhaps," he deeply crooned, "you prefer more realism." Guiding her toward the other side of the long galleria, he intoned, "One of our world’s founders, Garrustus, the Brave."
"Brave is correct," the OverSeer murmured. Greedily, her gaze devoured the replica statue, finally savoring Garrustus’ mightily raised phallus. Thick and brawny with a brute head, the shaft nearly reached his navel. "One of your ancestor’s?" She pushed the words out, the sound like a sudden strong breeze.
"On my maternal side, yes." Draxen carefully urged her forward. "If you will confide your utmost favorite, then I will know which of the men here would be to your pleasurable introduction."
"Yes...of course. Let us keep looking," she muttered softly. Thoroughly, hungrily, she ran her gaze over the next ‘founder’.
Draxen escorted her from one statue to the next, a smug grin curving his lips. When OverSeer Ghiggles halted before a replica similar to his younger brother, her flesh molten, feverish with desire, Draxen fingered the side panel, slowly spinning the pedestal, so she could view every physical asset of the statue. Her hand flew to her chest, and flattened.
"To your passion?" he murmured confidentially.
"Yes," she breathlessly hissed, trembling a bit before composing herself.
"This way," he encouraged her. "The available men wait in the lounge."
They stepped through a circular arch into a midnight blue realm, illumined as if tiny moons shone from above. Thirty-four men from his world enjoyed seats at the large curved bar, or played a variety of gambling games on the three levels of the immense room. All of them paused, idly watched. Waited. Casting his gaze around for the man of the OverSeer’s lusting dreams, Draxen quickly settled on Jauxur.
Subtly, he head-signaled him, then leaned close to her ear. "Already he tightens for you," he crooned, low and bold.
"Tightens?"
"His trousers tighten for you," Draxen sensuously purred. "In my culture, a husband will say to his wife, ‘I tighten’ for you’...meaning his pants, his breeches, his trousers become tight with his engorged shaft. And his seed tightens with passion."
"Oh my heavenly gods..."
Tailspin kisses from the Kougar...
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