Monday, December 28, 2009

Flash of Sweat and Splendor in Winter

Meow-sa greetings, Big and Lovely KitKats, getting ready for a happy snappy New Year’s celebration?
Hmmm-purrs, if wishes came true... wouldn’t it be fun to dress to the nines and go dancing at a nightclub in the era of swing bands? A flute of bubbly, a platter of rich goodies, some sparkling conversation... and lots of dancing.

In the Kougaress’s world, it’s been a strange day of sorts. Moi is going to blame it on Mercury going Retrograde... one yowling thing... things are not what they seem.... there’s an off kilter feel to the world, as if the Titanic is listing to one side and taking on water. Meanwhile, everyone is pretending it isn’t happening and the band plays on.
Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ it was erotic romance author, Jolie Cain as the hostess with the mostess ~ her theme ~ Make Me Sweat ~ “I just love working up a good sweat, don’t you? What is it that makes sweat so damn sexy, anyway?”

From the Kougar’s latest WIP ~ Winter’s Carnal Splendor

Stretching, Surrisa shoved away from the holo-puter and glanced at the large, wrap-around entertainment screen. For a few minutes, she watched the street festivities of Winter Carnivale. The raucous splendor appealed to her and she planned on joining in after a much-needed night’s rest.
Quickly re-checking her progress, Surrisa disengaged the program she’d been working on, a new way to enter into the matrix of time.
“Shut down,” she ordered the lab’s control system, since it was evening and only she remained. Rising, she strode rapidly to her locker, her way illumined by a lighting strip on the corridor wall.
Moments later, Surrisa stood naked, ready to put on her winter gear. Home was about a mile’s walk away.
At the thunderous hum of the time warp machine, she whipped around. How the holy hell could it have been powered up? Bending over to retrieve her lab garments, she felt the telltale sting of a knock-out weapon.
A split second later, she slumped to the floor. Above her, the lighting hazily whirled as she tried to fight her way back to consciousness.
“All is not forgiven.” A voice roughened by rage spoke above her. “Remember that. All is not forgiven.”
‘Forgiven.’ The word circled inside her head like her favorite carousel just before everything went dark.
Then, everything became cold. Bitterly cold.
Surrisa realized she sat in a fetal position with not a stitch on. Cold seeped inside her and she hugged herself. Not only that, she felt the slight buzz of the protective bubble she’d placed around herself for warmth, automatically, as she’d been mind-trained to do.
Letting her eyes blink open, she saw white. Surrisa swiveled her head in every direction. Once her gaze fully focused, panic welled up. A glistening tundra landscape surrounded her. Beautiful, but deadly.
Already, her energy declined. She couldn’t keep the frequency shield up forever.
What became clear as the ice crystals clinging to the outside of her bubble… as her thoughts spun and she recalled her last minutes in the lab… someone wanted her to know how she died, flash-frozen. Freeze-dried by the sub-zero weather.
Surrisa heaved out a frightened breath. A tiny mist formed because of the quickly cooling temperature. Desperately wanting to fight her fate, she sought any answer. Yet, she possessed no idea where she’d been sent or to what period of history. How could she mentally summon anyone?
Any solution eluded her as her body heat drained away. Her eyes slipped shut and her will to live began to fail. Like a long lucid dream, Surrisa allowed the memories of her life to flow by. Once her bubble dissipated rapidly, she toppled over on her side. At least, her death should be quick, mere moments.
Delirious, with the cold stinging her flesh, she thought she felt an enormous hand grip her arm. Next, huge furry arms wrapped around her body, and she was pressed flush against a warm bare chest. Incredibly warm. And absolutely massive.
Was she hallucinating?
Still, degree by degree, her body gained in warmth.
‘You will heal.’ The words entered her mind.
Wading through the fogginess of her brain, she asked, ‘Who are you?’
‘I am Maroorq. A race you will not know about, probably.’
Her mind struggled to file through the races she did know about. ‘No. I don’t know.’ Then, it dawned on her. ‘How do you know my language?’
‘We do not speak any language. Do not worry, I am learning yours. It is similar to the English language of North America.’
Her mind went clickity clack, so it felt. North America.
When had that designation last been used for the AmeriCanMex States?
‘What year is it?’ she asked apprehensively.
‘The year is 2009, about to be 2010.’
Surrisa trembled violently. She’d been thrown back thirty years to a time when she’d been seven years old.
Of course, in this Earth timeline, she might not even exist. That had been part of her project, entering a matrix point that would guarantee a desired timeline.
‘2009… I’m from 2039.’
‘I saw your arrival, little one.’
‘How did you do that?’
‘There was a slice in the sky, a temporal opening. I followed your shining arc.’
Bewildered, yet understanding what he said… yes, he. The giant of a man carried her easily, his gait long and almost floating over the snow.
‘Where are you taking me?’
‘To my home. I will not harm you.’
Surrisa had an insane urge to laugh, to keep on laughing. ‘Isn’t that what the villain always says?’
‘Whoever placed you here is the villain, little one.’
How could she argue with that? ‘What’s your name?’
‘Call me Drokku. Your name?’
‘Surrisa, my first name. Where are we?’
‘It’s called the Arctic. We call it Polaris in honor of the White Bear.’
The Arctic. In her time much of the snow had receded, leaving a cold, yet temperate climate. ‘Polar bears?’
‘Yes, the Polar bear. Have you seen them in your time?’
‘In my time, their coats are caramel-colored like brown sugar, except in winter. You feel big as a Polar bear.’
‘I am bigger than the White Bear.’
‘Is that why you can glide over the snow this way?’
‘No. It is the way of my race.’
‘Is your race furry? Or was I hallucinating?’
‘We are furry. And we are not. You’re not furry, beautiful little Surrisa.’
‘No, I’m naked.’
Giggles wanted to burst from her lips like champagne bubbles. Only she couldn’t. She wasn’t strong enough to move.
‘Very naked.’ His words growled through her mind, bold with lust.
‘Planning on devouring my body with passion?’
‘Only if you desire it.’
Was that a bead of sweat sliding between her breasts? Heat poured inside her body, a delicious resurrection of her flesh.
‘You feel like a furnace.’
‘My body is designed to generate great amounts of heat when needed.’
She dared wonder how ‘heated’ he became when aroused. Did he gleam with sweat as he powerfully mounted a woman?

Authoress news and mews ~

Regency Romance author, Linda Blanche blogs at THE PINK BLOG !

A Contract for Christmas - MISTLETOE EVERYWHERE

The Wild Rose Press has contracted my Regency Christmas novella, Mistletoe Everywhere, my third contract. I've been bouncing around for a while now, and I've finally written the blurb and picked out an excerpt.

A DELIGHTFUL BLURB AND EXCERPT ~ Give a glimpse, my romantic Kittens.

And... shush... not too loud, the Kougar is getting some good penning done on Branded... don’t tell anyone... or it might be jinxed... just keep those sharp claws crossed... for no more delays and obstacles.

Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 364 ~

Sylva nodded in agreement, deciding she had a life to live. “Okay, handsome, what’s next in our life together? Our honeymoon?” She’d tried to make her tone lighter than it had come out. “Darlin’, you must need more rest. Though, you probably don’t want to do any more dreaming for awhile, do you?” Inching closer, Sylva smooched on her man’s chest. Appreciating his warmth, his muscled strength and the richness of his skin, she let her lips rove over him. “No, no more dreaming for awhile.” Embracing her tenderly, he nuzzled her hair. “How about if we just cuddle together?”

Zeke searched his mind for a way to help his beloved Sylva sleep without dreaming. He knew she desperately needed more rest. He could sense it, feel it. He ached with it. “Cuddling is always good,” she murmured. ”Especially with you, cowboy. I hear the rain again. Maybe, this is a day made for resting.” Her body softened, wanting more slumber time. “It is raining. You’re right, my woman, it’s a lazing around day. Soon, though, I’ll go make arrangements for breakfast. How about that?” She hummed a contented sound as she snuggled her cheek on his shoulder. “Sounds good.”
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 363 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through October 2009 flashes ~ ~ Click on the FORUMS

Wish Upon on a New Year Star...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Flash of winter kisses from the Kougar...


Serena Shay said...

Ah Lady Kougar, I shall meet you at the club of swing. What a perfect way to ring in the new year! Will you bring along a couple of those cowboys above? Whew...

Love the flash! I see the start of a new story perhaps?

Claws crossed for more success with B!

Gem Sivad said...

Wow, Savanna.
I had to go back and read up to I got side-tracked.

Sylva and Zeke are about to have their first year anniversary (here on Earth I). I'm betting it will be some kind of party that night!

Of course, time for them, has only been...who counts when you find the perfect love?

Happy New Year Sylva and Zeke! Happy New Year Savanna!


Savanna Kougar said...

Serena ~ yeah, I'll meet ya at the club of swing after I convince a couple of Gem's ranch hands to give us lots of whirls on the dance floor... then, who knows?

Savanna Kougar said...

Gem ~ HAPPY NEW YEAR! from me, Sylve and Zeke...

Yep, I've just written their one year flash together... not a big party... but they'll be going out later that night...
Mygosh, how the time doesn't fly for Sylva and Zeke... it's only been a few days on their Earth.

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena ~ forgot to say, the Flash is the beginning to another WIP that came to me when I was sort of lucid dreaming.

Serena Shay said...

Woot! Go lucid dreaming...I can't wait to read more of this lovely WIP. :)