Big Adorable Kittens all, today the Kougar will post Cindy's reviews of moi's two e-novels. Cindy is a reader who participates on the Siren-BookStrand Yahoo loop, and loves reading erotic romances. She also likes writing reviews. So the Kougar is purring-glad to present ~Reviews by Cindy ~
All Shades of Blue Paradise by Savanna Kougar is a great story. I especially liked that the hero was aggressive and the heroine was a very strong woman. The out of control passion they felt for each other was sizzling .The clash between the aggressive hero and the equally strong heroine creates a tension that keeps the reader wondering how they'll reconcile their past mistakes.
Even though I enjoyed this book, the writing style is unique and it makes it somewhat challenging book to read.
Cindy
Even though I enjoyed this book, the writing style is unique and it makes it somewhat challenging book to read.
Cindy
All Shades of Blue Paradise ~ Siren Publishing ~ sirenpublishing.com
Author's note: Like a historical romance this novel is written in the culture of the World of the Blue Pearl Moon, and thus, all good and dear readers are advised the writing style is unique.
Red Lioness Tamed
By: Savanna Kougar
This is an awesome story, it caught me from page one. I loved the way the hero wasted no time in telling the heroine exactly what he wanted from her. Their interaction and the fact that he found her beautiful, regardless of what form she was in, kept me involved to the last page. This is a fast paced story , that I thoroughly enjoyed. I hope to read more of this series in the future.
Cindy
Red Lioness Tamed ~ Liquid Silver Books ~ liquidsilverbooks.com
Now, just because the Kougaress loves you, here is Part Trois of Chapter One ~ Secret Lives of Fortunate Wolves ~
"Human is not a real good thing to be right now, is it?" she asked, unfreezing enough to sink down in the seat. "Planning on a meal?"
"Only if you join me. – And not as dinner, Keira." He paused, the wolfen magic continued. "My beautiful, fairy-delicate, Venus-lush Keira."
"My Goddess," she murmured, sinking lower – and noticing, through the lessening rain, they approached a quaint town of lovely old architecture.
"Dinner, Keira?" he asked, as if the balance of the world depended on her answer – yet also, as if the balance already belonged to him. The arrogant all-knowing male. Male wolf.
"Why not?" She tried to breathe more normally. Tried to unclutch her bag. Even though she realized she didn’t have any silver bullets – or a gun – or a silver-tipped anything. And maybe none of that would protect her. Anyway.
Silver forks at dinner?"
"Only if you join me. – And not as dinner, Keira." He paused, the wolfen magic continued. "My beautiful, fairy-delicate, Venus-lush Keira."
"My Goddess," she murmured, sinking lower – and noticing, through the lessening rain, they approached a quaint town of lovely old architecture.
"Dinner, Keira?" he asked, as if the balance of the world depended on her answer – yet also, as if the balance already belonged to him. The arrogant all-knowing male. Male wolf.
"Why not?" She tried to breathe more normally. Tried to unclutch her bag. Even though she realized she didn’t have any silver bullets – or a gun – or a silver-tipped anything. And maybe none of that would protect her. Anyway.
Silver forks at dinner?"
The Half Moon is on the outskirts, the other side of town," he spoke as if all was completely normal. The world hadn’t just switched to ferociously bizarre.
"Would Rob have been anyone’s dinner?" she tentatively inquired, sneaking a peek at him.
"A bear maybe. Spotted a few new ones lately."
"Running as a wolf?" she asked, figuring she might as well take the wolf by the furry dangerous – if gorgeous tail.
"Yes. – And on night rounds. Had some reports. Wanted to check it out. – Silver bullets won’t kill me, Keira. Or a silver fork," he amused offered, then waited – enjoying, enjoying tremendously.
"Would Rob have been anyone’s dinner?" she tentatively inquired, sneaking a peek at him.
"A bear maybe. Spotted a few new ones lately."
"Running as a wolf?" she asked, figuring she might as well take the wolf by the furry dangerous – if gorgeous tail.
"Yes. – And on night rounds. Had some reports. Wanted to check it out. – Silver bullets won’t kill me, Keira. Or a silver fork," he amused offered, then waited – enjoying, enjoying tremendously.
"Oh, this just gets better and better. Werewolf and mind reader. Do you ‘mind’ letting me know what does work?"
"There’s only one way to kill me, Keira."
Sadness filled her like an empty well. She saw him wolf howl mournfully – the full mammoth moon, radiant behind him – but that was all.
"Half Moon is just up ahead. Stay close, Keira. Let me do the asking."
"Part of the wolf brethren?" she inquired, curious and thinking escape.
"There’s only one way to kill me, Keira."
Sadness filled her like an empty well. She saw him wolf howl mournfully – the full mammoth moon, radiant behind him – but that was all.
"Half Moon is just up ahead. Stay close, Keira. Let me do the asking."
"Part of the wolf brethren?" she inquired, curious and thinking escape.
"Escape, Keira?" he teased. He pulled in, stopped.
Before she knew it, he captured her hand. His lips grazed just above her thumb, so sensuously she nearly swooned. And felt entirely shocked. Nothing like that had ever happened to her. She didn’t even own the willpower to reclaim her hand.
"Battle me later, my beautiful Keira. Stay. I will open your door."
Werewolf! It bounced through her, pinballs ringing, zigzagging. Beating against her insides.
He opened her door, presented his hand – reminding her of the regency movies she had seen. She gazed up at him, then placed her hand in his. A strange sense of belonging whispered through her – vanished, as they moved through the steady rain, side-by-side, to the Half Moon’s office.
Before she knew it, he captured her hand. His lips grazed just above her thumb, so sensuously she nearly swooned. And felt entirely shocked. Nothing like that had ever happened to her. She didn’t even own the willpower to reclaim her hand.
"Battle me later, my beautiful Keira. Stay. I will open your door."
Werewolf! It bounced through her, pinballs ringing, zigzagging. Beating against her insides.
He opened her door, presented his hand – reminding her of the regency movies she had seen. She gazed up at him, then placed her hand in his. A strange sense of belonging whispered through her – vanished, as they moved through the steady rain, side-by-side, to the Half Moon’s office.
"Marshall Vhulfe," the twenties-something woman greeted, her eyes flashing flirtation.
"Mara, we’re looking for a guest. Mr. Robert Bateman."
"He was here, Marshall. Checked out yesterday about 2:00 in the afternoon. Seemed real enthusiastic about something. Paid his bill. – Everything seemed okay."
"See anybody with him, Mara?"
"I know he’s been talking with Trista. Seen them together. When I went to lunch. At Bev’s place. – But I didn’t see Trista with him when he left – or anyone else."
"Make any calls?"
"One to Trista that I know about. Overhead him on his cell. – Didn’t use the room phone."
"Mara, we’re looking for a guest. Mr. Robert Bateman."
"He was here, Marshall. Checked out yesterday about 2:00 in the afternoon. Seemed real enthusiastic about something. Paid his bill. – Everything seemed okay."
"See anybody with him, Mara?"
"I know he’s been talking with Trista. Seen them together. When I went to lunch. At Bev’s place. – But I didn’t see Trista with him when he left – or anyone else."
"Make any calls?"
"One to Trista that I know about. Overhead him on his cell. – Didn’t use the room phone."
"He leave any information about were he was headed?"
Marshall Vhulf leaned on her counter – forward, on one elbow – eye to wolf-penetrating eye with Mara.
"He didn’t speak it, Marshall." Mara cast a speculative cold eye over Keira. "But I think he may have headed north. Recent wolf trails up there. Good swimming place too – if you know what I mean."
"I do, Mara. Thank you. If he you see Mr. Bateman, or hear anything else, I need to know – talk to me quick."
"Yes, Marshall. You want his room key. No one’s checked in yet."
"Thanks, Mara. Say hello to your mother and father for me. Plan to be at the Sunday picnic."
Marshall Vhulf leaned on her counter – forward, on one elbow – eye to wolf-penetrating eye with Mara.
"He didn’t speak it, Marshall." Mara cast a speculative cold eye over Keira. "But I think he may have headed north. Recent wolf trails up there. Good swimming place too – if you know what I mean."
"I do, Mara. Thank you. If he you see Mr. Bateman, or hear anything else, I need to know – talk to me quick."
"Yes, Marshall. You want his room key. No one’s checked in yet."
"Thanks, Mara. Say hello to your mother and father for me. Plan to be at the Sunday picnic."
Mara smiled then – beautiful, yet somehow voracious.
Taking Keira’s elbow, in a commanding manner, and not to her taste, the Marshall escorted her outside. "The car," he stated, releasing her.
Obeying him, only because he was a werewolf, and only because she wanted to find Rob – and because she was stranded – Keira quickly strode to the passenger door, sliding in when he opened it.
"Keira, my fierce one," he spoke once he was beside her. He handed her the room key.
"Fierce!" she challenged. "How fierce could I be compared to you?"
"You will be fierce enough," he enigmatic spoke, switching on the car.
Slowly he drove along the row of rooms, until they were before room 216.
"For the sake of expediency, my Keira, I will forego your door. This time."
Taking Keira’s elbow, in a commanding manner, and not to her taste, the Marshall escorted her outside. "The car," he stated, releasing her.
Obeying him, only because he was a werewolf, and only because she wanted to find Rob – and because she was stranded – Keira quickly strode to the passenger door, sliding in when he opened it.
"Keira, my fierce one," he spoke once he was beside her. He handed her the room key.
"Fierce!" she challenged. "How fierce could I be compared to you?"
"You will be fierce enough," he enigmatic spoke, switching on the car.
Slowly he drove along the row of rooms, until they were before room 216.
"For the sake of expediency, my Keira, I will forego your door. This time."
"Fine!" She quickly shoved open the door. Her foot landed in a pool of water. "That’s why!" she shouted at him, once she’d jumped out.
"Wolves like water, Keira," he absently spoke, his focus on the motel room. "Next time, however, I will lift you out."
She stared at the back of him, until she handed him the key. Her insides were gooey and stunned – because she knew he meant it.
"Wolves like water, Keira," he absently spoke, his focus on the motel room. "Next time, however, I will lift you out."
She stared at the back of him, until she handed him the key. Her insides were gooey and stunned – because she knew he meant it.
Kiss to Cindy from the Kougar...
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