Now, if the Kougar could only dance...

Now, if the Kougar could only dance like the Argentine SuperStar of Dance....purring and remembering, there was a time this Kougaress could have given her a little hoochie coochie competition. With mucho practice, a whole lot of competition. Once upon a time...but aging and sage-ing is the cosmic joke of cruelty...
And, another swat of cruelty...slapping tail of frustration, the Kougar couldn’t lift any pics...for her Big Beautiful Cats...bad, bad, bad NBC... stinky dead mice in your bed bad!!!

Ooooh...Kittens! Moi...just this moment...received her final line edit on Black Cat Beauty, coming from Liquid Silver Books...could it be??? A release date is nigh....yes, yowl, and keep this Kat girl high and dry with keen anticipation.

Le mew sigh...the Kougar is so proud of all her book babies. Still, meow, it’s a brutal e-market out there, so she hopes they fare well. And sell well, too.
Thus, the frantic clicking claw of Monday promo-ing...does it work? No stalking-the-prey clue. However, the Kougar will be blogging each month on either, The Romance Studio’s main blog or TRS BLUE. Thursday, January 29, is the first bloggie. Yay and playful pens! For all things romance.

Powzie...wowzie! Lots of entries in the TRS book-day give-away for TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS. The Kougar’s mommy will pick the winner soon.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 25 ~

Sylva yearned as she never had. His kisses hungrily feasted on the upper curves of her breasts. Reluctant to let go of his thigh, still, she leaned back, arching her nipples toward his mouth. Masterfully shoving her party dress down to her hips, he slid his hand beneath her breasts, their heaviness cradled in his palms. God, she loved the way her softness felt against his roughened hands. She loved the way he kissed her, wooing her body, just as he wooed her emotions, her desire for him. “Zeke, please kiss my nipples.” Feeling naughty, Sylva thrust to his lips.

Zeke lifted the creamy confection of her breasts beneath his lips. He pressed a full kiss to the tip of her strawberry nipple, lingering before he kissed her other blatant nipple, pleading and growing with ripeness beneath his lips. God, he missed her touch on his thigh, even as he held her passionate femininity in his hands. He’d bet his year’s earnings, she was the type of woman who could be sweet, willing as pie ~ but, if handled with a wrong rein, she’d lash out at him, fierce and untamed. He surely liked that possibility. For now, he’d gentle her.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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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
Part 18 ~ see Monday on four hours...
Part 19 ~ see The Rising of New Atlantis
Part 20 ~ see Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ The Rising...
Part 21 ~ see *IT* Happened One Night
Part 22 ~ see Wolf Moonrise
Part 23 ~ see Get Your Own Tangerine Dream
Part 24 ~ see Flash of Bestial Purple
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Oh, Big KitKats, go, streak over to The Happily Ever Blog ~ where you’ll enjoy Francesca’s recycled chandelier story.
Also, for the next part of the Never Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Hoochie coochie dance and smooch from the Kougar...