you better hope the foxes don’t enjoy chicken dinners...
And the yowling guffaw ~ you know those vaults of gold which are supposed to exist that the big traders use as their monetary backup...well, it appears, gee and biggie surprise...those vaults of gold don’t...DON’T...get this...don’t actually exist...traders who thought they had the backing of real gold, a vault full o’ gold...nope, it was a lie...perversely, that strikes the Kougar as hysterically funny. Not only does the emperor wear no clothes, apparently he also has no real gold, just an empty vault, which may or may not exist.
Think about it, you took a little gambling vacation to Vegas, actually won a tidy sum, whatever that is these days? And you went back to collect your substantial winnings, only to be told there is actually no money in the vault, and you’ve just been screwed by a royal flush...or a flush of something...
Hey, no gold! So, even if you had those little certificate of purchase stock thingies. Nope, no gold in the vault. You lost. In this leave-no-banker-behind-bailout, as Joyce Riley calls it.
Roaring absolutely, the Kougar is biased toward her concept of Dick Tracy’s Silver Screen, since moi actually enjoys it when her books sell...meow, what a concept...an entrepreneurial concept, the very stuff of America...real America...
Tomorrow the Kougar is blogging at Title Magic, and thinking it will be her Manna Chocolate Chip Cookies scene, which the Big Cats have already glimpsed.
Just for funsies, if you enjoy paw-clicking on your fave cover art or novel, check out this contest at Night Owl Romance ~
Now just for the Big Incredible Cats a claw snippet of the last penned paragraphs from THE SPECIAL SECRET PROJECT ~
His brother’s footsteps halted at the entrance. "Okay?" Zent asked. For an instant they touched minds, and Zotorro felt his brutal need to be close to her.
"Yeah, she’s asleep," he loudly whispered.
"With your rod inducing her sweet dreams, right?" Zent ribbed, quietly striding toward the bed, his trademark grin in place.
"You up to par yet?" Zotorro asked as his brother carefully climbed onto the bed.
"Almost there. You and I may be needed for dawn patrol. There’s been a rise in hooligan activity."
"A reaction to the tornado’s near miss. And an influx of over-stimulating vibes." Gently Zotorro rearranged her hair, and the blanket covering them, so his brother could lay close beside them.
"The Thug Singles will be on the warpath," Zent agreed.
Small silver screen smooch from the Kougar...