Tomorrow, the Kougar will be blogging on Title Magic ~ Three Magical Good Things ~ is the title. Featured in moi's blog will be Lindsay Townsend's review of ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE, the Kougar's aristocratic fantasy, available from Siren-BookStrand ~
Now for the Big Cool Halloween Cats ~
Black Cat Beauty ~ encounter with a witch
Not the first glimpse, my Pretty Big Kitties...but a private peek at an unedited excerpt from the Kougar’s novella, BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~ coming soon from Liquid Silver Books.
First the blurbie ~
Blurb: A private Halloween party in a gothic mansion hidden in the Hollywood Hills. Add one party crasher, Sable Kiki, a naughty black cat with a sexy wild human side.
Her covert assignment from her devious, always-cunning father: use her seductive wiles to find out the truth from Devon Zant, a movie star on the rise to super stardom.
Posing as the superhero actor, Devon Zant, D’Torr has arrived on Earth seeking revenge for the capture of his younger brother, and to assist in stopping a powerful enemy.
The leviathan warfleet of the Altirrux wants rule of all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D’Torr’s race, and all the inhabitants of the rare blue jewel, Earth.
Excerpt ~ an encounter with a witch
Warning ~ x-rated language
...the woman suddenly appeared, stepping in front of her.
Halting instead of gliding around the woman, Sable ran her gaze up from the stiletto black heels she wore, to the woman’s gaunt face, decorated like an Egyptian cat statue. Unblinking eyes that reminded her of dirty pool water analyzed her face.
"What black arts’ technique did you use?" The woman’s tone spiraled around her, cast from a cauldron spell.
"And why would I share anything with you?" Sable didn’t bother disguising her utter disregard. When she moved to walk away, the woman stepped in front of her again.
"He’s mine." The sinister woman’s voice coiled like a serpent in Sable’s belly.
Placing her fist on one hip, she faced the woman fully. "Is that so?" Sable seized the attacking energy, then twined it around the woman’s throat.
Sinister woman blanched for a moment, her eyes dilating mummy-style before she dispelled the energy, and scowled ruthlessly at Sable.
"I knew it." She growled, her voice like an inner-world gargoyle.
"Knew what?" Sable envisioned batting her head around like a play toy, but didn’t throw the energy at her.
Narrowing her eyes, then pointing a bony finger with a dagger nail that could slice open many a sardine can, sinister woman intoned, "I’m not done, if you’re smart you’ll get out of my way. Everyone gets out of my way...eventually."
Sable idly slid her gaze over the woman’s scarecrow features, her enraged glints for eyes. "If Devon was interested in fucking a woman with a body designed by Skeletor, I would be more than thrilled to send you in his direction." Casually, she regarded her own nails, popping out one claw. "As it is, I would advise you to express your sorcery talents elsewhere."
"Everyone in Hollywood bows before me. I’ve ruined countless careers, and decreed countless others into existence. You’re no match for my sorcery talents, you fat ugly toad." A sparking black cloud emanated from the center of sinister woman’s forehead.
Creating a gale-force wind in her third eye, Sable blew it, dissipating the nasty soupy stuff before it could cause a second’s harm. "Since I have no wish for a career in Hollywood, your dire threat is just so much jibber jabber to my ears." Sable remembered not to flick her ear. Or her tail in haughty satisfaction.
"Do you think your amateurish use of magick can stop me from getting what I want? I can enslave you to my will as easily as crooking my little finger." Demonstrating, sinister woman thrust her Grim Reaper hand in front of Sable’s eyes.
"A big ole’ oops, witchie poo, but you’re too late." Sable languidly tossed her waves of hair. "I’ve already been enslaved. Any advise for removing this collar?"
For an instant, mean ole’ witchie poo gleamed her gaze directly on the collar, then stared at the matching bracelet.
"Want to give it a magickal try?" Sable held up her wrist twisting it in front of the woman’s eyes. To further taunt sinister woman, she glittered the bracelet in the spooky illumination of the neon disco lights. "Maybe a tiny bolt of lightning. Want to try?"
Silent long enough for Sable to hear the lyrics ‘love to love you, baby’ of the sensual disco chant behind her, witchie poo finally looked up from the bracelet. "You’ll regret angering me, you cunt stupid bitch," she snarled, her eyes gleaming greenish streaks of demonic hatred.
Sable smiled widely, her most I’m-going-to-make-you-prey grin. "Spells at dawn? Since I’m the challenger you can choose your favorite weapon from your black arts’ bag of tricks."
HAPPY SPOOKY HALLOWEEN !
Black Cat hiss and kiss from the Kougar...