Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Monday on four hours...

Monday on four hours sleep, that was the Kougar’s, heavy-lifting included, shopping trip today, my Big Beautiful Cats...and the eyelids drop down like curtains that want to stay shut...meow-apologies for the poor analogy. This is the Kougar’s brain on sleep deprivation.
And this is a pic of an ice storm featured on Coast-to-Coast am ~ which is splendid in it’s prism-coated loveliness...however, what jolted the Kougaress yesterday is the name, Wendy. Because that’s the name of moi’s heroine in ~ Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ coming from Siren-BookStrand. And with synchronicity an increasing reality in this Big KitKat’s life, she was claw-penning the name as she saw it beneath the photo.
Total tail-flicking cool and icy pic cool...

These are real photos of the severe ice storm we had in New Hampshire (and surrounding states) in December 08. As you can see, the ice was very thick even though the morning after the storm was sunny. Almost other-worldly! Many residents were without power for up to three weeks!



FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 18 ~

Sylva’s heart flipped to a stop. “I don’t understand.” The next second her heart thumped furiously. Sexy didn’t describe him. All-male, smells like a cowboy...yes, I want to be roped by you...described him...with pale gray eyes, silver meets crystal. “You were brought here, Sylva. Sent through what is called the sacred portal. My gift.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Now I really don’t understand.” Lifting her muddy hand, he held it beneath the warm running water. “There aren’t many women around these parts. Occasionally, a woman arrives from a similar world. What do you remember last?”

Zeke thoroughly rinsed her ivory-colored hand, tenderly handling her dainty fingers. Delicate golden freckles covered the top, traveling up her forearm, and fading away on her upper arm. Lordy keep him sane. He could feast on the feminine beauty of her shoulders forever. Wrapping her hand in a small towel, he pressed away the moisture. “I remember.” She halted, furrowing her brow. “I dodged an SUV. Saw a circular flash of light. Leapt, and landed in a mud puddle.” She blinked, absorbing the shock of her situation. “SUV?” he asked. Raising her brows, she returned, “Flying cars parked on rooftops?”

Part 1 - 15 ~ see the previous blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ see In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis...
Part 17 ~ see Flash During the First Full Moon


For some fascinating Egyptian love poetry give a glinting eye to Lindsay’s blog at Happily Ever After ~
Also, for the next part of the Never Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
And, if you would like to meet Moon Dream trot on over to Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

May your most romantic dreams come true...

Monday weary smooch from the Kougar...

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