Flash With No Gaze...

Magnificent summer eve, my Big Lovely Cats. The sunset is typically a splendor the Kougar can only be grateful for...as she is also deeply grateful for her no-pesticide, naturally fertilized apple trees, which have provided a remarkable abundance this year.

Okay and maorrrr...WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS has been submitted to The Romance Studio Blue's release page. And while moi was gathering info, IBN and price ~ well, grin and happy purr, 'Angel' is holding down the number 4 spot on BookStrand's top seller list.

Today Mima was mistress of Flash Fiction at the Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com ~ Her pics and opening flash are breathtaking and powerful. Both Roscoe James and Nina Pierce take up the challenge of writing flashes without using the word, gaze. If you enjoy 'flashing', my Big Cool Cats, hip-slink on over, the Kougar promises you will relish and purr.

How did moi take up the challenge? She added four more 'flashes' to her Flash Fiction from last Sunday...

And tomorrow, Big Kitties, the Kougaress will post the next two flashes from her serial flash ~ BLOCKING MY SUN ~

Cruelty...

ONE
Cruelty can take many forms. I sit in the dark. In the back. In the corner farthest away from the gorgeous young women strutting their stuff beneath the pink-shimmering illumination inside the intimate private ballroom of a Caribbean mansion, belonging to a mysterious man everyone called the Vampire.
The lingerie designs they model not only excite the libido to a painful level, but each one is exquisitely unique and incomparably beautiful. I lust over most of them, my breath hitching ridiculously. God, I wanted to wear them. As I could have once. But, I’m too old. Too ugly. Too fat.

TWO
"May I offer you a drink, madam?" The man’s voice behind me was deep, impossibly deep, and definitely amused. I had no idea why he would find me amusing. Unless he found old and fat some sort of sick private joke? Yeah, mess with the fat woman and tempt the oldie into believing a man found her ‘interesting’. That’s a good one. Haha. Only I’m not laughing, creep.
"I believe you will find the mango sangria particularly refreshing."
"Mango sangria?" Stupid, stupid! Why take the bait? I should just ignore him. Damn.
"A sip. I wish you to try it."

THREE
"Wish all you want. No thanks." Go away. Go find another victim. Irritated, my cheeks flushing...thank god, it’s dark...I return my attention to the filmy glamor negligees. I wish I could feel the silk and lace, the sheer whirl of color as it swishes and slinks over my hourglass curves, as they once were. Not so many years ago. I want to look in the mirror again, admire my own beauty. Maybe be admired. If it’s the right man. Passion untamed...god, yes.
"Please, I need your opinion."
Suddenly, he’s sitting beside me. I blink like an owl.

FOUR
"My opinion," I nearly stutter. No man can soundlessly move that fast, can he? His voice had come from my left. Now he sat on my right, his gaze focused on me as if he intended to feast on my face. Maybe he was, in a way. Maybe it was my blood he was after. I stifled a shiver, and chastised myself. The Vampire. I only recognized him because the magazine I freelanced for on the island, often featured him on the society pages. "Oh, I get it. For the magazine’s drink recommendations."
"If that pleases you, then, yes, Sapphira."

FIVE
"What else?" Damn, why had I said that? I’d just opened the door...
"I wish to know your palate." Leaning back, he suavely crooked one finger.
I swallowed as if my life depended on it. I’d never heard of the Vampire interacting with anyone at his fantasy fashion shows. Yes, he attended the island’s elite social events, a stunning woman attached to his side, cleavage down to her navel. But not...
With debonair precision, a waiter from out of nowhere, it seemed, deposited two tall shapely glasses. The Vampire lifted his while I stared.
"To your health, Sapphira. Please taste."

SIX
Okay, Cici, the mag’s owner would kill me if she found out I hadn’t ‘tasted’. Besides, it would be a coup of a society story, even though I’d only agreed to write up the fashion show because her usual reporter retched with morning sickness.
I pick up the cool curvy glass, then convince my hand not to shake as I slightly raise it. "To your health, Mr. Vorragozi."
"Tell me what you think," he encourages.
Are his eyes sparkling strangely? It’s not real blood, is it? Sangria...doesn’t that mean blood? God help me, if I’m remembering right, it does.

SEVEN
I sip. It’s so perfectly yummy-mango, I sip again. And again. Four sips. Five. I force myself to set the glass down. "Amazing. Very amazing, Mr. Vorragozi."
"I prepared it just for you."
"Why?" My head begins a pleasant swim. I smile.
"Tell me, what’s your favorite lingerie?"
"Baby dolls," I blurt out as if I can’t contain myself. "Truth serum?" I ask, and hold up the glass.
"What would be your favorite color to wear?" His eyes glisten like black pearls.
"Red." My tongue is utterly disobedient.
"Yes, I must have you in red."
"Blood-red! What kind of cruelty..."

CONTINUED ON AUGUST 31, 2008 ~

EIGHT
"Cruelty?" He inquires a moment after I’d firmed my lips, despite the maddening urge to blab like a chic lit heroine. I think his eyebrow is raised, but the darkness makes me wonder. Still, his tone is cool as his restaurant’s giant freezer. I know I’ve been in it, writing an article for Cici.
He waits with a patience I admire, or perhaps, he simply enjoys my mouse-like torture as I scurry in my mind to think of a way to escape.
"My age. I think it’s cruel." So there, Vampire. Maybe that will turn you ice cold with revulsion.

NINE
"How old are you, Sapphira?"
Do I hear the faint drumming of his fingertips? God, I’d love to take another drink. The glass taunted me like a singing Siren.
"Please tell me," he coaxed. Very persuasively.
It was either grab the glass and sip...or..."Fifty-eight." I harden my jaw, then avert my face. "Satisfied? Happy?" I slice my tone quite effectively, I believe.
"Would you care to guess my age?"
Neutral, his voice, yet tempting, a caress of black velvet. Oh yes, there’s that underlying amusement.
I gage my chances at shutting him down. Not damn likely, I realize.

TEN
Still...I’m a sucker for the right challenge.
"Forty something," I fling at him, tightly gripping my hands together. The Mango Sangria beckons and my mouth begs to taste ambrosia again.
He laughs...melodic and deep. Frissons of ecstatic pleasure seize my nerve endings. I sit paralyzed. Wishing I could move. But I couldn’t. I truly couldn’t.
I couldn’t even blink.
"I’ve been told thirty-five. Often." He made no attempt to hide his amusement. The hypnotic glitter of his eyes danced in the dimness, and felt like a gentle stroke on my face. Odd.
"Actually, I’m one thousand and forty-one."

ELEVEN
What the hell kind of drug had he put in that drink?
Maybe, it was blood. His blood? Vampire addictive blood. Hadn’t I read that somewhere? Some romance novel from years ago...however my brain is too fuzzy to remember, as if I’d indulged in drinking a Fuzzy Navel. Damn.
I finally blink. "Forty-one?"
"You’ll enjoy the dark side, my pretty Sapphira," he promises.
"The dark side," I mumble. Straightening my spine, I announce, "I don’t do the dark side."
"Do?" He leans forward slightly. "I believe you’ll enjoy ‘doing’ me. As much as I will passionately enjoy ‘doing’ you."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Swish...swish of the Kougar's sleek tail...and ta-da...here's moi's banner flash designed by The Romance Studio.

Flash with no gaze kiss from the Kougar...

Top Ten Reasons Why You Might Have Black Cat Fever

Good summer evening, Big Cats, the Kougar is celebrating the fact that she completed her cover art form for Black Cat Beauty ~ Liquid Silver Books ~ with this yowling tongue-in-cheek list.

The top ten reasons you might be living with a black cat woman... and have a bad case of black cat fever, forever...

10. If one of her favorite songs is YEAR OF THE CAT, which she purrs along to while undulating in time to the music, a beatific and superior expression on her face.
9. If you’re surprised to discover that pound of raw shrimp you brought home last night, has disappeared out of the fridge as if it never existed. But you don’t care.
8. Every time there’s a full moon and the alley cats yowl, she opens the window wider and instead of hurling a shoe at the racket, she leans on the window sill and hums along while you watch her swaying bottom, and plan just what you’re going to do to her.
7. She insists you meet her parents at the most expensive Sushi bar in town, despite the fact that you’re allergic to tuna. And you happily comply after a token argument.
6. Every time you play one of your favorite rock tunes, CAT SCRATCH FEVER, she smiles, kneads your shoulders enthusiastically, then rubs her pussy against you even more enthusiastically. You play it more often.
5. You discover a stash of natural herbal hairball paste in her bathroom cabinet while fetching one of her huge towels to rub her dry with, an act which seems to keep her contented...and, yes, purring softly. Okay, you forgot to buy her catnip tea, and this will cause her to forgive you.
4. When it’s your turn to vacuum, you see what looks like black cat hair, but you don’t have a cat. And neither does she. Although there is usually a copy of CAT FANCY on the coffee table.
3. She refuses to come no matter how nicely you demand it, unless you promise to make her come, and invite her to bat your balls like playthings.
2. The love bite on your shoulder felt like the nip of needle-sharp fangs, not human teeth. And you only want more.
1. No matter what she wore to bed, when you wake up in the morning, she’s often utterly naked and smells like outdoors. After throatily purring *black cat fever* she impatiently mews for the vigorous use of your cock in her pussy. You never deny her, even if it makes you late for that all-important appointment.

Big Beautiful Cats, take a stroll over to the Liquid Silver SEx blog for Jade’s Ghost Dust blog. Moi’s mew-sings below.

Jade, cool paranormal experience. I've had lots of paranormal experiences, but not that many of the ghostly type.
One place we lived, long ago, had originally been the location of a hotel because of the healing waters. The original building had burned down, with several fires burning down the houses built.
You could feel presences, however they didn't seem to mind that we were there.
One time, I had a small candle burning beside my bed and dozed off. It shouldn't have burned anything because of the container. But when I awoke, there was a scorch mark around the container...as though the fire had been put out.
Other than that the spirits never tried to burn us out of the place...the next people who bought it, yep, the place burned down.

Ten smoochies from the Kougar...

Black Cat Beauty ~ Revised

Good Evening, my Beautiful Big Cats, the sunset is the intense tangerine color on the Kougar's stallion shapeshifter novel, Tangerine Carnal Dreams from Aspen Mountain Press ~ which moi discovered via Google Alert, is available at the UK version of ebook, Libris, moi mewing thinks that's the correct name...roar indeed, for just 2 pounds sterling? A big rumbling purr...are the Brits into an otherworld adventurous erotic romance with a stallion shifter hero?

Very early this morning before the Kougaress hit the bedsheets she had a strange visitor, who refused to leave and refused to be captured. Perhaps, a young frog prince, who thought the Kougar Princess would attempt to kiss him if caught. Not so. This princess is sooo past that romantic stage in life. All moi wanted to do was put the little leaping critter outdoors once again and sing 'born free' in her mind. Not to mention the Pope could declare moi's froggie as artistically distasteful as the very green crucified frog, beer in one hand, and a proud museum resident, offering him not one tiny smidgeon of a blessing. Sad, indeed...what has become of organized religion these days?

The whole long froggie hopping episode was such an exercise in the rather bizarre, which includes a purple beanbag chair, that the Kougar will attempt to write a story in the future ~ tentatively titled: The Strange Visit of the Frog Prince. Or, perhaps, a Young Froggie's Saga.

However, most of moi's day was devoted to writerly biz as usual, and filling out the cover art form for Black Cat Beauty, contracted by Liquid Silver Books ~ always an intense exercise in creativity for the Kougar, who is also purring-glad her revision of the story worked out, and just plain worked. Meow and sigh and flop down on a comfy rug.
And this big cat is tuckered out.
No smooch for the frog prince from the Kougar...

111 ~ A One day, a One year, and a One life path...

Yeppers, my intrepid Big Cats, tomorrow the Kougar’s fun magical ride with WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS at #1 on BookStrand's top seller list may be over...however purring-today, in numerology terms, it was a One day [2+8=10=1] AND a One year [2+0+0+8 =10=1] AND this big cat’s life path number is a One...
It’s all by the numbers...in a way. Of course, that doesn’t account for the tons o’ hard work, the decades of persistence and all the incredible effort that goes into being an author now days. Meow and pow, as moi has yowled before...this ain’t a biz for the faint-hearted...and with all cat candor moi isn’t saying she’s all that tough in the business world...
It’s the love of writing. It’s for the love of the story. That fierce claw compulsion to pen the story that seems like it must be told. And moi came up with a cowboy themed doozy as she was lazing about. Omyhelp! The Kougaress isn’t sure a bathtub of ice would cool her off sufficiently.
Never blink, blink mind...
Writing is also about the art and the passion. That creative ferocity that blazes through your veins, through your mind, through your fiercest heart and impatiently burns in your soul. The art that must be expressed, and the passion that adores being expressed.
Today has also been a lazy day for the Kougar...rare and precious, indeed. And it was good timing, since a storm rolled through moi’s tame prairie and the computer had it’s plug pulled sans Hal’s objections. Which begs the next question – wouldn’t 2001 Hal just be overjoyed with wireless? Hal's conspiracy to take over is being realized...hehehe...

Just for the Big Cats...a preview peek at the opening of the Kougar’s rough draft of a blog for the Siren-BookStrand Author’s blog ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
Imagine if you will, galactic trade routes devoted to chocolate, or trade in the cacao bean. Okay, it’s a future novel in the making – but beyond that, really, chocolate has to be bigger than a mere plant indigenous to planet Earth. For clearly, with cacao’s medicinal properties, health-empowering substances, it’s glorious taste, and chocolate’s chemical affect on the brain, that alone suggests it belongs in the realm of the goddesses and gods...

111 smooches from the Kougar...

When a Good Angel Falls, it's Sweet Hell

Yep, the Kougar got to say it, my Big Beautiful Cats. Today, August 27, WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, was #1 on BookStrand's top seller list. And SWEET HELL was #2...and someone Up There must still be giggling.

Yep and meow, Number One in a number one year...

A big kiss of thanks, to Lindsay Townsend, BookStrand author of FLAVIA’S SECRET ~ She let moi know WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS was #1 on BookStrand's top sellers list today. The Kougaress is definitely a very happy camper in the year 2008, which is a number one year in numerology.
WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD, 2012 Earth
Blurb: WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar
What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down? Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp? Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal, with the hope her death will be quick? Or does Sedona trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her? Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges from the darkness astride a super-speed black motorcycle.
Is he her savior from the brutal hell of end times, or is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
Sent from heaven to help her save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
[paranormal erotic romance]

http://bookstrand.com

Yes, and swishing tail, synchronicty reigns. Just last night EARTH ANGEL was the bumper music for Coast-to-Coast am. And, when moi posted the #1 news on the Siren-BookStrand blog, the time was the Kougar's birth month and birth year. Raorrrr...and tingle....

The other black cat yowling news! Today, the Kougar's Halloweeny novella, Black Cat Beauty, found a home with Liquid Silver Books, right beside Red Lioness Tamed.

Ssshhhh and purr...this is just our secret...the big cats are taking over...no, meow, not just the world...BUT THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE...yowl it with moi...Muhuhuhu and purr...I'm just a tame kitty kat...yeah, believe that one...

Number one kisses from the Kougar...

Sweet Hell...

Lovely evening, my Big Cool Cats, the Kougar is in brain deprivation at the moment, so forgive any and all mistakes...purring please.

Yesterday moi discovered this on http://unknowncountry.com ~ Whitley Strieber will be making two of his rare speaking appearances in September. On Saturday, September 13 he will be speaking at a conference titled "Seeking Truth for Global Transformation: Creating the Shift to a Sustainable Planet" in Sedona, AZ.

What's the big deal? Oh *tail-waving* nothing. EXCEPT ~ 'Angel' was released on the 13th and the heroine's name is Sedona. Coincidence? Nope, not in this universe.

It's SWEET HELL, WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS...okay somone Up There definitely has a sense of humor. On the BookStrand top seller's list Audrey Godwin's Sweet Hell was number ONE today, while 'Angel' was number TWO. Enjoy the doo-doo-doo cosmic joke.

As well as moi's blog over at Title Magic ~ http://titlemagic.blogspot.com ~ about the Kougar's totem pole numbers as a new author, and the experience of dealing with that tricky dicky reality...the Kougaress also played promo over at Rites of Romance today with her Siren sister authors. A lot of wonderful reads, with a lot more coming...coming...never mind. Meow.

And yes! Celebratory yowl! Moi got several pages written on THE SPECIAL SECRET PROJECT, and is about 25, 000 words in, and beginning the fourth chapter...yay and roar!

Claw snippet, my Big Cool Cats. Meow-yes, from THE SPECIAL SECRET PROJECT ~

"Wendy."
Riding his cock with a sultry frenzy, she burst her bliss around him. Her orgasm stilled her body, and gloved his cock tightly. Crying whimpers, she rode him softly then, and his own pleasure skyrocketed once again. He clutched her hips, and hoped to hell he wasn’t bruising her.

Sweet hell smooch from the Kougar...

Is #17 Good? Or, is an Author Review Better?

Big Cats, a lovely fiery pastel sundown this summer evening. And does any Big Cool Cat know if there's a commercial use for grade A horseweed? For, surely, the ten foot tall, at least, specimens of said horseweed in the Kougar's yard are industrial strength level.

Fiery pastel...the Kougaress recently saw this description discussed on a chat loop. At first glance, it would it might seem to be contradictory. However, moi witnesses those fiery pastel sundowns many evenings...the luminous sherbet colors gleaming as if infused with flame.

Is #17 good? Or, is moi's Author Review better?
Oh, the terrible claw-tapping decision...hmmmm....the Kougar's takes both! With great giddy enthusiasm. Yowl and raorrrr...and tail-whipping for more.

Yep, Google Alert. There it was: #17 When a Good Angel Falls on Siren-BookStrand's list of the top twenty sellers for the past 14 days. Oh purring goodie, and pass the buttered shrimp.

Not that the Kougar will continue checking. Nope, not this Big Cat. Better to pen in a state of ignorant bliss ~ which is one topic of the moi's blog on Title Magic tomorrow ~

Meow, the best grinning fun! When the Kougar opened up her e-mail and received this review from Lindsay Townsend, BookStrand and Kensington author ~ posted at ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com/ ~

Author Discovery: When A Good Angel Falls.

I read 'When a Good Angel Falls' by Savanna Kougar and was hooked from the very start, pulled instantly into a mesmerising, original story. The post apocalypse world of 2012, where books are illegal, corpses line the streets, and where even the stars are obscured by ash, is powerfully evoked. The beautiful, red-haired heroine Sedona is a healing, powerful heroine. The cherubic hero - who looks like Tom Cruise and who whimsically uses Old Spice - is wonderfully appealing.
With ultimate high stakes - the fate of the earth itself - Sedona is key to the planet's survival.
There is also powerful, erotic romance in "When a Good Angel Falls", eroticism as a life-giving, life-enhancing force that is vital to the story and the earth. The love-play between Sedona and her younger hero lover is highly charged from the very beginning and is both playful and deliciously sensual. The hero is to die for: considerate, playful, seductive and hot!
This is a fast-paced ride of an adventure, beautifully written, about an older woman who is an incarnated angel discovering her true powers. It is a marvellous, empowering read with a spine-tingling climax. And I love Aru, the sly musical references and the spirit animals, especially the wolves!
By Lindsay Townsend, author of FLAVIA’S SECRET ~ How far dare you trust your lover? Especially when your lover is also your master..... ~ available at BookStrand ~ http://bookstrand.com ~ & author of A KNIGHT’S VOW ~ available at Kensington Books

Purr PS ~ the Kougar received this untamed exquisite banner from The Romance Studio designers, but has no whisker's clue how to make it flash the other banners...???

Seventeen smooches from the Kougar...

Flash in the Dark

Good evening, my Summer Big Cats, it's been a writerly busy-tail day. First it was naughty and serous fun on the Joyfully Reviewed chat loop with the other Liquid Silver authors. Moi thinks they're still at the keyboards creating sexy mayhem.

Next, it was Flash Fiction Sunday hosted by Nina Pierce, her theme, the dark side ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~

You can thank Nina also, for this fantastic woman fantasy pic.

Flash in the Dark ~

Cruelty...

ONE
Cruelty can take many forms. I sit in the dark. In the back. In the corner farthest away from the gorgeous young women strutting their stuff beneath the pink-shimmering illumination inside the intimate private ballroom of a Caribbean mansion, belonging to a mysterious man everyone called the Vampire.
The lingerie designs they model not only excite the libido to a painful level, but each one is exquisitely unique and incomparably beautiful. I lust over most of them, my breath hitching ridiculously. God, I wanted to wear them. As I could have once. But, I’m too old. Too ugly. Too fat.

TWO
"May I offer you a drink, madam?" The man’s voice behind me was deep, impossibly deep, and definitely amused. I had no idea why he would find me amusing. Unless he found old and fat some sort of sick private joke? Yeah, mess with the fat woman and tempt the oldie into believing a man found her ‘interesting’. That’s a good one. Haha. Only I’m not laughing, creep.
"I believe you will find the mango sangria particularly refreshing."
"Mango sangria?" Stupid, stupid! Why take the bait? I should just ignore him. Damn.
"A sip. I wish you to try it."
"Wish all you want. No thanks." Go away. Go find another victim. Irritated, my cheeks flushing...thank god, it’s dark...I return my attention to the filmy glamor negligees. I wish I could feel the silk and lace, the sheer whirl of color as it swishes and slinks over my hourglass curves, as they once were. Not so many years ago. I want to look in the mirror again, admire my own beauty. Maybe be admired. If it’s the right man. Passion untamed...god, yes.
"Please, I need your opinion."
Suddenly, he’s sitting beside me. I blink like an owl.

THREE
"My opinion," I nearly stutter. No man can soundlessly move that fast, can he? His voice had come from my left. Now he sat on my right, his gaze focused on me as if he intended to feast on my face. Maybe he was, in a way. Maybe it was my blood he was after. I stifled a shiver, and chastised myself. The Vampire. I only recognized him because the magazine I freelanced for on the island, often featured him on the society pages. "Oh, I get it. For the magazine’s drink recommendations."
"If that pleases you, then, yes, Sapphira."

FOUR
"What else?" Damn, why had I said that. I’d just opened the door...
"I wish to know your palate." Leaning back, he suavely crooked one finger.
I swallowed as if my life depended on it. I’d never heard of the Vampire interacting with anyone at his fantasy fashion shows. Yes, he attended the island’s elite social events, stunning woman attached to his side, usually with cleavage down her navel. But not...
With debonair precision, a waiter from out of nowhere, it seemed, deposited two tall shapely glasses. The Vampire lifted his while I stared.
"To your health, Sapphira. Please taste."

FIVE
Okay, Cici, the mag’s owner would kill me if she found out I hadn’t ‘tasted’. Besides, it would be a coup of a society story, even though I’d only agreed to write up the fashion show because her usual reporter retched with morning sickness.
I pick up the cool curvy glass, then convince my hand not to shake as I slightly raise it. "To your health, Mr. Vorragozi."
"Tell me what you think," he encourages.
Are his eyes sparkling strangely? It’s not real blood, is it? Sangria...doesn’t that mean blood? God help me, if I’m remembering right, it does.

SIX
I sip. It’s so perfectly yummy-mango, I sip again. And again. Four sips. Five. I force myself to set the glass down. "Amazing. Very amazing, Mr. Vorragozi."
"I prepared it just for you."
"Why?" My head begins a pleasant swim. I smile.
"Tell me, what’s your favorite lingerie?"
"Baby dolls," I blurt out as if I can’t contain myself. "Truth serum?" I ask, and hold up the glass.
"What would be your favorite color to wear?" His eyes glisten like black pearls.
"Red." My tongue is utterly disobedient.
"Yes, I must have you in red."
"Blood-red! What kind of cruelty..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

And the Kougar has added two more flashes to Blocking My Sun ~

August 10, 2008

Blocking My Sun

ONE
All alone. She sighed with complete satisfaction, and planted her elbows in the beach’s almost too-hot sand. The surf shone brilliantly, green turquoise with thin lines of iridescent bubbles on the rolling gentle edges. Sorrenna wore her favorite red bikini just in case. So far, no one else had intruded.
She reclined back basking in the burning delicious rays of the sun, with only her thin towel between her and the sugar-fine incredible sand that conformed to her body. Was this a slice of heaven, or what? She smiled, let her eyelids flutter closed and relaxed.
"You’re blocking my sun."

TWO
The snarl in her voice should have warned him. She didn’t bother glancing up at him, or moving her perfectly curved body–designed for every carnal sin he’d ever had in mind. As he knew it would be. He’d been tailing her the past three weeks for a business client. Suddenly she’d left the city on vacation. The Dragon Lady of the corporate world, who advised when to fold ‘em and when to hold ‘em. When to expand. When to cut back.
Drave couldn’t believe his luck, even though luck favored him like blossoms attracted bees.
"Gonna do anything about it?"

THREE
Sorrenna ignored the crude insolent challenge. From his overwhelming potent smell as he baked in the high tropical sun, she figured he was muscled and male to the core. Sensually arching like a happy cat, she settled even more comfortably in her sand bed, deciding her best strategy was to wait him out. Men like him weren’t noted for their superior patience when dealing with the opposite sex. Still, it was more than annoying that he blocked her sunlight with his obviously huge body. Not one ray touched her skin.
"If I’d wanted shade, I would have brought an umbrella."

FOUR
Drave had spotted her leaving the flower-prettified bar next to the lobby of his vacation hotel hangout, as he’d been checking in. He’d quickly thrown cash, practically dumped his bag on the bell hop, then stripped down to his suit when his feet hit the sand.
His breath hitched as she moved, tantalizing him brutally with not one thought of doing so. Scenes of her naked and writhing on his bed while he plundered her body with his, exploded in his head. Not to mention his loins exploded to instant need.
Down, he ordered his cock.
"Consider me your sun."

FIVE
Sorrenna deigned to open one eye. All she saw was tree trunk-sized bronze legs.
After hissing a long impatient sigh, she reluctantly rolled over and wiggled into a comfortable position. It so figured. Finally she’d been able to sneak off on vacation and now this impossible lout wanted to be her ‘sun’. Maybe if she slipped into a nap, maybe if she snored, he’d get the hint pounded through his obviously thick skull like a damn ten inch nail.
Drowsiness seeped into her limbs along with the warmth of the sand. He didn’t leave.
"You’re a damn shade tree. Move."

SIX
Drave stared at her voluptuous ass, so round and such a blatant invitation, with only a red strip of cloth in his way. He groaned silently. His entire body growled for her, a damn bear claiming a honey-filled tree. He forced himself not to grab his cock, rising like a sentinel on watch in enemy territory.
Front or back, she was the kind of woman a man watched, raised up his on fists, while his cock took her with long pillaging thrusts. While she moaned with extreme pleasure. And let him do whatever he wanted with her.
"I can’t move."

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August 17, 2008

A LARGE GLASS

SEVEN
Effing annoyed, Sorrenna stifled a massive sigh. Deciding to open one eye, she reluctantly peeked out the corner. Good God! The man’s organ towered like a friggin’ utility pole. Instantly her brain flashed a scenario of her saying, timber, as if she’d just sawed it off and the enormous pole now fell on top of her. Even worse, the ridiculous urge to cover herself with her arm almost caused her to do it. Forcing her casual reach, she idly lifted the corner of her towel, then pressed the electronic waiter.
"Large glass of ice water. As soon as possible, please."

EIGHT
Ice water. For an instant his brain froze as if she’d just dumped ice water on his head. In another firing of his neurons, he realized that wasn’t the head she was planning on freezing with her large glass of ice water. What the fuck hell now? He wasn’t leaving. His feet wouldn’t move. And, damn, his cock felt like an anchor effectively weighing him down to the spot. Not like he could hoist himself, despite the lack of other patrons, and sail away. Mentally, he shook himself, thinking through the heavy carnal fog.
"Raoul, over here. I’ll get it."

August 24, 2008

NINE
Sorrenna froze as if he’d drenched her with a barrel of ice water. Her heart pounded painfully. Now what? The odious beast blocked her sun. And blocked what she’d yearned for since the beginning of summer. To be alone, damnit! On vacation. Fury whipped through her, and she whipped around. Good god, it was even more humongous. Up close. And way too personal. She felt like her eyes crossed as she stared at his cock. Hell, no wonder he couldn’t move. A ton of cock weighed him down. She wanted to ask him if he’d ever considered reduction surgery.
"Leave."

TEN
Her voice blazed ice and rage, and sliced up his middle. Her gaze trained on his cock, however, had him happier than a callow youth noticed by his first crush. Fuck, her full high breasts still jiggled, barely contained by the red scraps of material. There wasn’t one part of her body his cock didn’t want. Raoul placed the large glass of ice water in his waiting hand, said nothing, and quickly departed. Drave figured he had only three options. Pour the water out. Pour it down his pants. Or let her pour it on his cock.
"Your ice water."

Flash in the dark kiss from the Kougar...

Big Cat Woohoo! For Moi ~ Angel is #2

Summer evening my Cool Big Cats, the crickets are chirping happily, and the sun’s descent on the late summer tame prairie is a splendid feast for the senses.
The Kougar’s huge-roar of thanks goes out to Lee Silver, author with Siren-BookStrand. She kindly sent me one of her fabulous bookmarks for THE TWIST, an erotic story of suspense with a strange twist. This morning Lee sent an e-mail inquiring what my opinion was. This meow kat only wishes, if she could find the time, that she could design a bookmark as fantastically as Lee has accomplished...
Lee also mentioned WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS was #2 on the BookStrand seller's list...okay, the Kougaress is giddily jumping up and down! And her heart went pitty pat with joy.

Okay, all you Big Cats who adore shape-shifters, this is just for you!!!
Today on the Liquid Silver SEx blog, Darragha Foster, author of the unusual tale or tail and owner of Chocolate Covered Promotions, blogged with these amusing and tantalizing questions.
And! You have got to take a romp over for all the answers! ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~
August 23, 2008
What would you do if you were a shape-shifter?
Darragha Foster wrote this terribly early in the morning:
You’re a shape-shifter. What’s your favorite extreme sport?
A) Dating a human
B) Living as a human
C) Shifter sex with various and sundry species
What’s your least favorite household chore?
A) cleaning up after friends during molting season
B) buffing out the scratch marks on the floor after a good scritch in the fur pile
C) cleaning up after male shifters who mark their territory
What’s your favorite movie?
A) The Hulk
B) The original Werewolf
C) The Golden Compass
Which statement best describes your shifting preferences?
A) Running wild and free, baby! On all fours, naturally.
B) Ruling the skies and dropping bombs of a natural substance at will
C) Cruising the oceans of the world without engine or sail
Which non-human man would you like to take to your bed/den/nest?
A) Dr. Who
B) Capt. Jack Harkness
C) Both
Which human male would you like to shag until you’re both depleted of all bodily fluids?
A) Johnny Depp (with or without Capt. Jack Sparrow eyeliner)
B) Hugh Jackman (with or without Wolverine claws)
C) Vin Diesel (with or without those fabulous eyes from Pitch Black)
You are a wolf shifter stuck on a lifeboat with fifteen other survivors, and the full moon is about to wade out from behind the clouds. Do you
A) Hide under your coat?
B) Convince everyone their crazy and that you’re not a werewolf?
C) Jump overboard, dog paddle like mad, and hope you get picked up by another boat?
Finish this sentence:
I didn’t know it could be so good. When the moon’s light touched my bare skin, I knew I’d made the right choice. The right choice, because my _____________ started ________________.

YOWL-HOPEFULLY FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT, MOI’S ANSWERS...
Savanna Kougar Says:
August 23rd, 2008 at 5:35 pm
Darr, I love you! And everyone who’s commented. I’m not sure I’m in the same shifter boat, but here goes.
You’re a shape-shifter. What’s your favorite extreme sport?
A) Dating over-conceited human males and leaving them with a sexual complex that will take lifetimes of therapy to overcome.
What’s your least favorite household chore?
C) cleaning up after male shifters who mark their territory — Once is enough! After that, they either build my own luxurious bathing room or they stay out on penalty of losing what’s between their legs.
What’s your favorite movie?
Definitely LadyHawke…sigh…and the horses were to die for…
Which statement best describes your shifting preferences?
A) Running wild and free, baby! On all fours, naturally.
B) Ruling the skies and dropping bombs of a natural substance at will
C) Cruising the oceans of the world without engine or sail
ALL THE ABOVE…and so much more, baby!
Which non-human man would you like to take to your bed/den/nest?
Duke, my wolfie shifter hero.
Which human male would you like to shag until you’re both depleted of all bodily fluids?
Adrian Paul…and he can play about any of his roles, especially the immortal Highlander…oh god!
You are a wolf shifter stuck on a lifeboat with fifteen other survivors, and the full moon is about to wade out from behind the clouds. Do you
C) Jump overboard, dog paddle like mad, and hope you get picked up by another boat? Maybe this one…
But…maybe…I’d just say before full shift, "Anyone want to pet me?"
Finish this sentence:
I didn’t know it could be so good. When the moon’s light touched my bare skin, I knew I’d made the right choice. The right choice, because my senses heightened to fierce and I started to run the forest as I never could before.

A smooch and meow for now from the Kougar...

Tail Frazzled...

Lovely evening, my Beautiful Big Kitties, the Kougar has frazzled her own tail and definitely over done it, so she will attempt to keep this meowing short.
If you remember the launch of sputnik, then you might know why the moi’s tail is extra frazzled.
Yes, thanks to the Kougar’s dad, she witnessed sputnik arc slowly across the night sky, as a wittle girl cub. Now comes the revelation via Richard C. Hoagland on Coast-to-Coast am ~ http://coasttocoastam.com ~, that President Eisenhower allowed the Russians to beat the US of A into space, thus, generating the American will and the funds for the forthcoming heated space race.
Yep, as Richard C, author of Dark Mission ~ http://darkmission.net ~ says: NASA...never a straight answer.
And did you know the Vanguard satellites are still up there circling good ole’ Mother Earth...Google the Vanguard satellites...
It seams, and yowling-yes, there are often seams sewn into garments...and there are also seams in space...never mind how the Kougar girl knows this...however, suffice it to purr loudly...any scientist with an ounce of brains should have realized that the fabric of space would be different, as in physics different, than the Newtonian fabric of material Earth. Come on, any seamstress knows there’s a huge difference between types of fabrics, silk is not cotton...and cotton is not linen...and so forth...physics here is not physics in space...
The real meaning...anti-grav ain’t nothing to accomplish, but we all, as the unloved masses, don’t have it. Nope, it’s the dark oil ages for us peasants.
Okay *hiss, hiss* and flattened ears...never mind, this is just the Kougar’s untamed imagination and the premise for one of her smut novels.
On Title Magic today, Lindsay Townsend, was the Kougar’s guest blogger. Lindsay wrote a lovely blog. Below is the beginning...
Greetings, Title Magicians, today we have a wonderful lady and a most splendid author, Lindsay Townsend, with us who pens remarkable and atmospheric romance novels, the kind of novel you can lose yourself in, and simply be transported to another time and place.
Reading Lindsay Townsend's Flavia's Secret is an opportunity to experience living in Roman times, and to immerse yourself in a love story as it could have occurred in that culture. There is something truly magical about how Lindsay writes, as if she herself is living during the Roman period, observing, then transcribing the story for all of us.

Five Reasons Why I Love the Genre of Historical Romance.

Hello, and thank you to TITLE MAGIC for having me along today! I'm a British writer, living and working in the United Kingdom, mainly in Yorkshire. I'm married and I write full time for Kensington Zebra and Bookstrand of Siren-Bookstrand.
For the rest of the story ~ http://titlemagic.blogspot.com

Flavia’s Secret
Lindsay Townsend
How far dare you trust your lover? Especially when your lover is also your master.....
Spirited young Celtic scribe Flavia longs for freedom. She and her fellow slaves in Aquae Sulis (which in modern England is the town of Bath) have served the Lady Valeria for many years, but their mistress's death brings a threat to Flavia's dream: her new master, Marcus Brucetus, a charismatic, widowed officer, toughened in the forests of Germania. Flavia finds him overwhelmingly attractive, but she is aware of the danger. To save her life and those of her 'family', she has forged a note from her mistress. If the deception is discovered, all the slaves may die.
For his part, torn between attraction and respect, Marcus will not force himself on Flavia. Flavia by now knows of his grief over the deaths of his wife, Drusilla, and their child; but how can she match up to the serene, flame-haired Drusilla?
As the wild mid-winter festival of Saturnalia approaches, many lives will be changed forever.

RED ROSES FOR AUTHORS/REVIEWS
An exciting mystery set in ancient Italy and Rome. The romance between Flavia and Marcus is strong and passionate and the mystery is intriguing. Very enjoyable. 4.5 red roses. Morna
For my Bookstrand titles, on the Sirenbookstrand blog: http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com/ as well as at the publisher’s website: http://www.bookstrand.com
FLAVIA'S SECRET: http://sirenbookstore.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=139

Also, today, moi read a blog by Wendi Darlin, a premier author for Siren-BookStrand, known for her hot cowboy heroes...
Apologies to Wendi, but the Kougar did a *bad* and forgot the exact name of the blogspot...naughty and nice???
Moi’s mew-sings below.
Hi Wendi, thought-provoking blog. I'd adore being able to express all my passions, and the true depth of my passions. But in this world, the way it is, it just ain't possible, unless you want to be locked up in the looney bin with Prozac shoved down your throat.
So I try to walk the balance beam of sharing some of my passions, but keeping a lot of them severely limited.
And, yes, I luv those hottie cowboys too. Everyone needs a fluffy eye candy break!
A big hopefully, the Kougar will get significant writing time on THE SPECIAL SECRET PROJECT this weekend...a kitty wink...sex hawt scene coming up at the end Chapter Three...although, there is a loop chat for the Liquid Silver authors, and moi neglected to pen down which loop...silly kitkat girl...oh well...

The Ken Doll Murders Weren’t Kinky
Heroine: Detective Sorza Krysty Wandcorp
Hero: Leader One Zye Draiden of the Votroque
Earth Year 2036
Pluto Colony City, Morbbeus
Part I ~ on blog dated 8-19-2008
Part II ~
Sorza kept an eye on the team’s work while she walked the perimeter, searching for anything that would tell her how the Ken dolls were dumped here – placed actually. Why they were placed?
No scrap of anything – just like the prior cases. One Ken doll, eventually reanimated, genitalia restored. The next two, lost, their bodies left to the elements of the small frozen desert for too long. Murdered.
"Detective Wandcorp."
His impossibly virile voice summoned her. "Leader One Votroque," she spoke her most respectful tone, pivoted toward him. Slowly she moved the small distance between them. Ignored the fluttery rapid sensations in her belly, her loins, her thighs.
It’s been too long, Sweetheart, he mentally spoke to her.
Not long enough.
"Report, Detective."
His voice was too intimate, caressing her. Sorza quickly outlined her investigation.
"Ken doll." He raised his ebony brows.
Sorza avoided his eyes – dark glowing copper, the whites of his eyes crystalline. He could touch her soul at will. "I’ll search the Earth archives. Probably tons of sentimental data bytes on Ken and Barbie."
"I will accompany you inside the club. Assist your investigation."
Sorza chanced his eyes, scalding him with her gaze. Briefly. "Yes, Leader One, your command."
"My bed," he barely whispered. "Or anywhere, Sorza."
A core of molten ice and heat slithered through her.
"No!" she whispered, turned toward Illy, waiting to speak with her.
The man made her slide into sex blaze. She didn’t like it. Well, she did. She had gone wanton speed with him – the three times he had seduction-tricked her.
She didn’t like his affect on her. True mating was forbidden with him. By decree of his race. In the Earth year 2020 his race, the Yorphyzz, had introduced themselves to human groups interested in contact with OtherWorlders.
Developing an instant fondness for Earthers, human, human-animal hybrids, cyber humans, the Yorphyzz had assisted those desiring it, to escape the numerous political turmoils, the natural disaster hardships – basically hiring them as workers, assistants on several of their planetoid realms. Also, inviting their art cultures.


Tail-frazzled smooch from the Kougar...

SuperMan, Every Girl Should Have One

Good Evening, my Beautiful KitKats, the Kougar discovered her new release, Tangerine Carnal Dreams ~ http://aspenmountainpress.com ~ is at Mobipocket, along with her aristocratic fantasy, All Shades of Blue Paradise ~ http://sirenpublishing.com ~ What this big cat didn't realize was that Mobipocket only classifies by romance or erotic, not erotic romance. So, it was with mouth-open surprise that moi viewed all those titles and covers...oh my!

It would be a dream come true if someone would inform the owners of Mobipocket that readers who prefer erotic romance will not necessarily enjoy reading erotic, and vice versa. Truthfully, the Kougar would prefer not to disappoint a reader, when avoidable.
However, moi was glad to see another one of her novels available at Mobipocket.

SuperMan, yes, every girl should have one...especially, in this day and age. The movie, SuperMan III, was on this evening. Oh yum and help, this Kougar girl could use one of those for the day-to-day stuff of life, and in the love sack...nothing like strong as steel...yes, yes, yes...

Today on Title Magic, Lexie blogged about emotion in a novel. For the Kougar it's often a delicate balance between enough and too much. How do you truly express the intensity of emotion with going overboard into the maudlin and whiny?


And meow yes, moi did complete Cover the Questionnaire for Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis, then sent it e-winging...

Just for the Big Cool Cats, a fang snippet from the first love scene ~


Kalypso nodded, released a huge sigh as Grady pivoted from them. "Stranger and stranger," she murmured. "But not exactly. And that probably doesn’t make much sense. – Wish I could indulge in some real champagne – but the job hasn’t ended."
"He’s not lying," Zryphus growled.
"Yeah, I know. What’d you do? Use that fancy brain scanner the Feds like so much?"
"He’s part Venutian. Don’t have a strong sense of their truthfulness."
"Good excuse as I’ve ever heard...Agent." Kalypso turned to him. "You can unfurrow your over-sized brow. I’m not accepting his sperm, lab or otherwise. – Although, it’s none of your damn business. Really."
"Over-sized?" Zryphus gazed down at her, his eyes implacable sapphire. Except for what Kalypso labeled the ‘puppy’ look.

"Oh, for gawd’s sake! And men think women are over-sensitive. – Not that we aren’t at times. But the shoe fits on both feet. – Oh, never mind. That didn’t come out right. – I just meant ‘large’ – as in bigger than most males I know. – Not un-handsome." She took a breather. He still gazed down at her. "I didn’t talk about your ‘over-sized’ – organ!" she pointed out.
"Organ?"
"Cock. Phallus. Whatever you call IT in your language. – Wouldn’t that bruise your ego more – than a ‘brow’?"

Murder she wrote kisses from the Kougar...

A Lyrical Day...

Good evening, Big Cool Cats, it's been an overcast day with a gentle sprinkling of raindrops on the Kougar's own unmowed jungle...a delightful sight. No perfectly manicured lawn for this Kougar Kitty.

Ever heard, but not seen, those thunder-roaring aircraft as they fly overhead? Yeppers and meow, today moi heard another one, and knew...it's nuclear powered. The sound is the same as the Hiroshima bomb going off, which the Kougaress heard recently on Coast-to-Coast am. Before you judge moi as a tin hat idiot. How long was it before the public knew about the Stealth??? Hmmmm....

Yowl, for something much more fun and poignant, slip on over to ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ here's the beginning and Colleen's blog only gets better.

August 20, 2008
The Trouble with Unicorns
Colleen Love wrote this in the wee hours:
Wow, the summer is nearly gone! What happened to the time?
Well, I was struggling to narrow down what I wanted to say here today. So much has been going on to keep me running! But, I had something funny happen the other day and I thought I would share it. Yes, it is critter oriented, I’m warning you now.
As many of you know, I help out with 5 horses. My neighbor is a trainer and her horses are just outstanding animals, with the most distinct and interesting characters. They are all my favorite, but one in particular just touches my heart. If he was human, he would be my grandfather who passed away a few years ago. His name is Daycon and he is a grey Arabian who is 31 years old this year.

A lyrical day...and actually that was the feel of this day as a whole. However, Lyrical Press had an open promo day on their two chat loops. The Kougar is glad to see this new small print publisher doing so well, and making a good name for themselves. Given moi's two new releases Tangerine Carnal Dreams ~ http://aspenmountainpress.com ~ and When a Good Angel Falls ~ http://bookstrand.com ~ ...well, this big cat did not refuse the invitation. Roaring-thank you, Lyrical Press.

And speaking of the eternal promo dance, the Kougar sent the info on Tangerine Carnal Dreams to Passionate Ink's Booknotes, an e-brochure of the newest erotic romances featuring the members of the RWA chapter, Passionate Ink ~ http://passionateink.org ~

Tonight, moi is diligently working on her Cover Art Questionnaire for Murder By Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis, contracted by Siren-BookStrand...always a fun and intense process with it's frustrating moments. Creating that blurb which will not only entice, but remain true to the story.

Ta-da, my special Big Cats, here's a fang snippet from Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~

"Why the nice treatment, Zryphus? I was dirt under your shoes when you first arrived?" Sheriff Kalypso picked up the mascara wand. "Black, black. Just like I remember."
"Sheriff," Deputy Anna called out, "finished the personal item scan. Got the body ready for transport. We’re on our way. I’ll leave the door open. Keep airing the room out."
"Thanks, Anna. You know where I am." Kalypso picked up a compact case – solid rich elegance in design. Opening it, she studied the pasty covering. "Looks real. But I never used this stuff. Couldn’t stand it. Used the sheer version they came out with – when I used makeup. – You haven’t answered my question, Zryphus."
"Bluntly, Kalypso...I want you in my bed."

Lyrical rain kisses from the Kougar...

Big Cat *Squee* For Me ~ Angel is #3

A fond good evening, my Aristocratic Big Cats. The cool temps continue, and the Kougar wonders...slash, slash of her tail...when the dog days of summer are going to bark and bite. Surely, Mother Nature wouldn't let the prairie off this easily, unless winter will be the harsh winds of the Arctic constantly freezing moi's tuckus off. Ye gods and Bast, no!Maow and *squee*! WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS was #3 today on Siren-BookStrand's top seller's list. Moi only discovered this happy event because of a Google Alert, which linked to ~

http://www.bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar/wagaf.asp ~

Moi's little tiptoe secret...she doesn't check sales, the bad news being too devastating, if it is bad news...better to simply keep paw-penning on the next story whatever the current results. Too much depression is not good the Kougar's writing brain and sensibilities.

Just for the Big Cats eyes ~ from one of the Kougar's wip's ~
The Ken Doll Murders Weren’t Kinky
Heroine: Detective Sorza Krysty Wandcorp
Hero: Leader One Zyec Draiden of the Votroque
Earth Year 2051
Pluto Colony City, Morbbeus

Someone was removing the genitalia of men, Earth humans. So far it was no great loss – except to the men, of course.
Alone, Detective Sorza Wandcorp assessed the scene. Remaining still, she used her physical senses and her notorious sixth sense. First.
Three of them lay like corpses, sprawled on the cobblestone courtyard, completely nude. They had been loosely placed in a triangle behind the intimate jazz club – the area currently lit by the full brilliance of their one sun satellite.
On Pluto that meant the constant darkness was now illuminated as if strong streetlights shone – like the ones surviving in the remnants of New York City, Earth. Only here there was a red jewel tint to the darkness.
A gut hunch had brought Sorza to this part of the metropolis. Then the connect-in, anonymous – probably from inside the artsy slick jazz club – had appeared on her palm mobile – just as she stepped out of her low-flight, regulation vehicle. Not thirty steps from this eerie curious scene.
"Damn on Hades," she muttered, scowling. He’s on his way. Moving closer she scanned the scene slowly with the CSI wand – a high tech recording of evidence, a vid of sight, smell, sounds. Nothing much registered.
"Sterilized?" Junior Detective Illy Merlincorp asked, stealth moving beside her superior
"New method, I think," Sorza answered, pulse-aware of Illy’s panther scent. "Sniff around. It won’t ruin any evidence now."
"They look like dolls. Life size dolls. You know like life size Ken dolls." Illy moved toward the inanimate bodies, her investigative senses on fierce.
"Ken dolls?" Sorza heard the EMT truck whirr to a quick stop, the footsteps toward them.
"Neutered plastic doll popular mid to turn of the century Earth. Barbie’s boyfriend." Illy trilled a short giggle then knelt down, x-ray exploring one body.
"Barbie was a nun?" Sorza asked, having not a clue – but the Junior Detective wasn’t going to answer. She was huntress absorbed. Neutered. That’s what I need done to him. Surgically polished to smoothness...
I heard that! Sweetheart.
Sorza refused him an answer. "Captain, I want every particle collected before you attempt reanimation. – Not here. No use traumatizing them further."
"Aye, aye, Detective Wandcorp," Captain Rhandy called back. "You think they want to be reanimated without their dicks?" He chuckled at himself.
"The shock alone would kill me again," one of his men agreed.
"Yeah, except their weiner dicks are worthless. Peein’s about all they can get done."

Three angel kisses from the Kougar...

Stalking the Elusive Promo

Good late evening, my Extraordinary Big Cats, that's what the Kougar has been doing today ~ stalking the elusive promo. Roar and sore, it's not that the opportunity to promo is elusive, since there are chat loops and blogs and lots of cyber big-game opportunities. It's more like a tv show or a movie looking for its audience. The way to accomplish that could be extremely elusive.

Not being a naturally chatty cathy kind of Big Cat, the Kougar doesn't fare too well on the loops. And being on dial-up is prohibitive for doing the vid trailor thing. The Kougaress obviously enjoys blogs ~ however, that won't necessarily lure in those readers who would find her books delicious reading material.

On an emotional level, moi feels mostly invisible. In reality, the competition is fierce. With lots of great reads to choose from, and all the authors wanting those readers who most adore their books.

However meow enough...

At Shapeshifter Romance ~ http://shapeshifterromance.wordpress.com ~ there's a fun and fab discussion on ~ just what does a shapeshifter eat?

Which brings up the question ~ what will the Kougar's dragon shifter hero consume once he arrives on Earth? The ubiquitous tons of junk food, assuming he ends up in the good ole' US of A. Of course, he might not need to eat at all, if he stocked up on all the vital nutrients from a travel to a strange primitive world *implant*, which gradually feeds him. Himmmm...course, if he craves a certain type of food that could make for a some entertaining scenarious.

Just what do dragon shifters eat? The standard joke answer: anything or anyone they want.

How about my dragon shifter hero eats the heroine's nasty ex? Maybe, he just threatens to dine on him once he flames him into a crispy snack.

Gee, that could be a handy way of getting rid of the villains -- crisp 'em up and bring on the salsa and guacamole. Hey, who needs that barbecue pit now? Just smolder with dragon fire until fall-off-the-bone tender, then soak in your fave sauce.

Dragon's breath, who knew it could be so useful in current times?

Neighbor using black magic to drive you away? Send in the dragon for a little untraceable arson...oh so sorry, your house just went up in smoke and couldn't be saved...or, oops, are you sure that vehicle isn't on the recall list, the way it went up in flames...hehehe...

Elusive kisses from the Kougar...

Flash of a Tangerine Dream

A soft cool summer evening, my Big Cats, and the Kougar has experienced a very strange restless night ~ including and imagine moi's surprise when she discovered her novella, Tangerine Carnal Dreams, is now available from Aspen Mountain Press ~ http://aspenmountainpress.com ~ A big ole' surprise because the Kougar's other two publishers had contacted with the release date.

Maow...it's not the Olympics, however 8-08-2008 is the official publish date...which in complete cat honesty, has thrown this Big Cat for a loop or two. Toss the cat out, Mable. She's yowling for a tomcat.

Stunned down to the tip of the Kougaress' tail is another description. And, for now, moi will leave the story there.

In honor of Flash Fiction day at Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ where Roscoe James reigned supreme, and tomorrow is his release day for his new sci fi series ~ presenting ~ Flash of a Tangerine Dream ~

Excerpt from ~ TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS
ONE
"Katta! Where are you? I’ve lost your blink on the netscope."
"I’m here, Jessa. Power-divert to tracking. I’ve got him, sis. I’ve got the son of a wormhole." Katta struck her relay panel forcing more power to her speed system. The old spacecraft jerked forward, into a new warp level-humming loudly, vibrating roughly.
"Come on, you bucket of silicon bolts. You know I luv ya."
"Katta, where are you?" Jessa’s voice bounced in and out, shrill with concern.
"Looks like our personal villain is on the fast trail to Yemisque."
"Yemisque! Katta, no. It’s not worth it."
"I don’t care...
TWO
...I’m going to get him."
"He can hide, do anything to you–almost anything." Jessa amended, having enjoyed Yemisque’s free wheeling sex pleasures often.
"I’ve gotta get it back. I’m not letting Dad go down the devil’s asshole. He’ll lose everything..."
"Katta, even you can’t–"
"I see it, Jessa. Tangerine as those gumdrops you gobble. Yep! His vapor fart swirls down to that planet lust-playground."
"Come back..." Her sister’s worried voice crackled faintly.
"Sorry, sis. Gotta cut you free."
Katta hit communications’ access with a swift hard slam of her fist. Then punched on the opening to Yemisque.
"Tangerine carnal dreams...
THREE
...here I come," she muttered fiercely, on fire with capturing her prey.
Automated landing instructions flowed, a sensual male crooning, translated into her birth language.
"Yeah, that’s what I’m coming for, a really hard-lunging time. Oh baby, give it to me, harder, oooooh harder," she mocked. Quickly, she set the rickety, but plucky craft on cruise.
Katta stretched, relieving the tight anticipation of her muscles. "I don’t suppose it’ll be a flush-out run to the nearest fornicating mecca. Get my quarry. Then get out. I wish. Upon a trillion zillion stars."
"Corporal Kattalonia of Windsworld, an interview once you land."

http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/tangerine-carnal-dreams/prod_165.html

Also, just for moi's enjoyment and hopefully her Beautiful Big Cats ~ the continuation of the previous week's Flash Fiction with #7 and #8 ~

Blocking My Sun

ONE
All alone. She sighed with complete satisfaction, and planted her elbows in the beach’s almost too-hot sand. The surf shone brilliantly, green turquoise with thin lines of iridescent bubbles on the rolling gentle edges. Sorrenna wore her favorite red bikini just in case. So far, no one else had intruded.
She reclined back basking in the burning delicious rays of the sun, with only her thin towel between her and the sugar-fine incredible sand that conformed to her body. Was this a slice of heaven, or what? She smiled, let her eyelids flutter closed and relaxed.
"You’re blocking my sun."
TWO
The snarl in her voice should have warned him. She didn’t bother glancing up at him, or moving her perfectly curved body–designed for every carnal sin he’d ever had in mind. As he knew it would be. He’d been tailing her the past three weeks for a business client. Suddenly she’d left the city on vacation. The Dragon Lady of the corporate world, who advised when to fold ‘em and when to hold ‘em. When to expand. When to cut back.
Drave couldn’t believe his luck, even though luck favored him like blossoms attracted bees.
"Gonna do anything about it?"
THREE
Sorrenna ignored the crude insolent challenge. From his overwhelming potent smell as he baked in the high tropical sun, she figured he was muscled and male to the core. Sensually arching like a happy cat, she settled even more comfortably in her sand bed, deciding her best strategy was to wait him out. Men like him weren’t noted for their superior patience when dealing with the opposite sex. Still, it was more than annoying that he blocked her sunlight with his obviously huge body. Not one ray touched her skin.
"If I’d wanted shade, I would have brought an umbrella."
FOUR
Drave had spotted her leaving the flower-prettified bar next to the lobby of his vacation hotel hangout, as he’d been checking in. He’d quickly thrown cash, practically dumped his bag on the bell hop, then stripped down to his suit when his feet hit the sand.
His breath hitched as she moved, tantalizing him brutally with not one thought of doing so. Scenes of her naked and writhing on his bed while he plundered her body with his, exploded in his head. Not to mention his loins exploded to instant need.
Down, he ordered his cock.
"Consider me your sun."
FIVE
Sorrenna deigned to open one eye. All she saw was tree trunk-sized bronze legs.
After hissing a long impatient sigh, she reluctantly rolled over and wiggled into a comfortable position. It so figured. Finally she’d been able to sneak off on vacation and now this impossible lout wanted to be her ‘sun’. Maybe if she slipped into a nap, maybe if she snored, he’d get the hint pounded through his obviously thick skull like a damn ten inch nail.
Drowsiness seeped into her limbs along with the warmth of the sand. He didn’t leave.
"You’re a damn shade tree. Move."
SIX
Drave stared at her voluptuous ass, so round and such a blatant invitation, with only a red strip of cloth in his way. He groaned silently. His entire body growled for her, a damn bear claiming a honey-filled tree. He forced himself not to grab his cock, rising like a sentinel on watch in enemy territory.
Front or back, she was the kind of woman a man watched, raised up his on fists, while his cock took her with long pillaging thrusts. While she moaned with extreme pleasure. And let him do whatever he wanted with her.
"I can’t move."
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A LARGE GLASS

SEVEN
Effing annoyed, Sorrenna stifled a massive sigh. Deciding to open one eye, she reluctantly peeked out the corner. Good God! The man’s organ towered like a friggin’ utility pole. Instantly her brain flashed a scenario of her saying, timber, as if she’d just sawed it off and the enormous pole now fell on top of her. Even worse, the ridiculous urge to cover herself with her arm almost caused her to do it. Forcing her casual reach, she idly lifted the corner of her towel, then pressed the electronic waiter.
"Large glass of ice water. As soon as possible, please."
EIGHT
Ice water. For an instant his brain froze as if she’d just dumped ice water on his head. In another firing of his neurons, he realized that wasn’t the head she was planning on freezing with her large glass of ice water. What the fuck hell now? He wasn’t leaving. His feet wouldn’t move. And, damn, his cock felt like an anchor effectively weighing him down to the spot. Not like he could hoist himself, despite the lack of other patrons, and sail away. Mentally, he shook himself, thinking through the heavy carnal fog.
"Raoul, over here. I’ll get it."

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Doo...doo...doo...strange synchronicity strikes again!!! Following is an email the Kougar sent to Ian Punnett of Coast-to-Coastam ~ on 8/17/2008 at 1:15:21 AM ~

Ian, that song is playing and this is the paragraph of my novella, Black Cat Beaty, that I'm working on right now.

Whipping around, she nipped his ear harder, then noticed they moved inside the celebration area. Groaning his pleasure, he tightened his hold on her leash. Vaguely Sable noticed the strange decoration. Except for the elaborate slave and master costumes, it looked more like a futuristic disco than an x-rated Halloween party. Catwomen and Brykkitv men were twined together, dancing in poses of pure erotic seduction to the Animal song, House of the Rising Sun.

This is also the fang snippet the Kougar offered yesterday.

Strange universe kisses from the Kougar...

Full Moon Good Evening

Full moon good evening, Big Kitties. The Kougar was so engaged in her current revisions she lost track of time. And, moi is sore with pulled muscles from yesterday's vittles hunt. Successful though it was.

Today was also Fallen Angel Reviews loop day with moi's Siren sisters. Always a good creative time with hot, hot fabulous excerpts.

And something wonderful happened. A fellow author read the Kougar's Red Lioness Tamed, and loved it. What a happy floaty feeling!

And thank you, Celia Kyle (Liquid Silver SEx blog)...what red blooded kitty girl can resist men in jeans? These men!!!

Fang snippet, my Beautiful Big Cats?

Whipping around, she nipped his ear harder, then noticed they moved inside the celebration area. Groaning his pleasure, he tightened his hold on her leash. Vaguely Sable noticed the strange decoration. Except for the elaborate slave and master costumes, it looked more like a futuristic disco than an x-rated Halloween party. Catwomen and Brykkitv men were twined together, dancing in poses of pure erotic seduction to the Animal song, House of the Rising Sun.

Big full moon smooch from the Kougar...

Think to the Beat of a Different Drum

A lovely cool evening, my Beautiful Big Cats. The Kougar's brain is on the fritz because she wore herself down to the hunting bone dragging back the sustainable life groceries, and then had to crash and snooze a catnap.

However, the Kougar's journey through the tame prairie today took a few interesting detours, roads being worked on, tax dollars at work ~ which prompted some thinking detours as well. A friend of mine...from another life ago...once said, to paraphrase, why use a jackhammer on someone when a tack hammer will do the job? That phrasing impressed moi so much at the time, that the Kougaress has made every effort in her life to treat people and situations with the proper tool rather than trying to hang up a picture with a jackhammer...or do road repair with a tack hammer. Of course, much easier yowled than accomplished.

The Kougar is certain we've all been treated to the jackhammer approach in life when the gentle tap of a tack hammer would have provided the guidance we needed and desired, at the time.

Think to the Beat of a Different Drum ~ Another detour of thought while cruising past the great yellow-tan elephant bales in the mowed rain-greened pastures.

As cubs we are often surprised that the way we thought about something or perceived something...which made perfect sense to us...is at complete odds with those around us. For example, if you're a medium who can see the dearly departed, whereas, most of us cannot, you may not realize the rest of us can't see the passed on people you speak to every night, until it finally become un-avoidably obvious to you. The Kougaress has often heard that story on Coast-to-Coast am and other paranormal chats from the top Mediums.

Meow...back to thinking to the beat of a different drum. A fact moi is very guilty of doing. Which leads to a lot of confusion on the Kougar's part, and confusion on the part of the other people she is interacting with. The most recent example ~ my kitty heroine. What seemed like a natural way to write my heroine's thoughts, or the way her mind works, who she is and her personality -- is overkill. Or, the reader may feel I'm beating them over the head with the fact she is a cat girl. Certainly not moi's intention.

Truth to roar...this cat girl has always been utterly fascinated about how other people's and big cat's minds worked, how they think, how they feel...and why. The Kougar has sat for hours just listening and learning about another person, asking prompting question after question... completely avidly curious. Generally easy to accomplish since most humans and kitties enjoy talking about themselves and their lives, their most profound and exciting experiences.

Moi's mistake? That readers would be just as curious and enjoy just as much, that depth of knowledge about her heroine...which was totally fun to write, very creatively intense and absolutely not always easy, at all.

Be that as it meow...now moi is attempting to determine what works for other readers' minds and sensibilities. To balance the thoughts and personality of her cat girl heroine so her story will be enjoyed.

No easy task for this Kougar girl...

My Big Cool Cats, living in the city, in the summer...or wherever...how about a fang snippet?

He gave a wicked grin, then flipped her back beneath him, wildly ravishing her senses. She clung, completely breathless, her arms like a vise around his neck.
"You know how to keep a catwoman off her game. And off her feet."
"As long as I keep her on me and beneath me."
Devon, she whispered deep inside, precisely where she didn’t want to feel him. She didn’t want him invading her soul. She didn’t want him living inside her heart. He was an enemy to her kind, and he had collar-trapped her.

Different drumming smooch from the Kougar...