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...