Okay, the pic is just for fun and in no way represents the Golden Tigress...Late evening purrs, my sassy Sunday-morning Big Kittens, and Happy Full Moon day... it’s been a very busy day mentally for the Kougaress... deep thoughts about life abounded as she awakened from a small nap, having been ferociously busy most of the day putting together a Valentine blog for another erotic romance author’s blog.
J. Rose Allister, author of KATRA SUTRA and IMMORTAL PARADISE, is featuring a 14 day Romance event ~ http://jroseallister.blogspot.com ~
Also, check out Ms. Allister’s *Feast Your Eyes Friday* pictures. Yum and hum... omy, they definitely twitch this Big Cat’s whiskers with desire.Yep, no pep, mental exhaustion got the Kougar for awhile. However, living in the WIP realm of her Golden Tigress, once again, felt fiercely meowing divine. Since Valentine’s Day and the Chinese New Year of the Metal or Golden Tiger, is one and the same, moi figured she would pen her bloggie with that theme in mind.Here’s a taste ~The Golden Tigress ~ OtherWorld Erotic RomanceFrom the Kougar’s WIP ~ The Golden Tigress DancesShe was golden tigress. Curvaceously beautiful, yet all powerful sleekness. Her mane of hair was rinsed by gold, yet bold red in color, reaching to her hips. And swinging like a heavy curtain of silk whenever she danced, or moved seductively. I knew she hadn’t been in cat form recently. She reeked. Beautifully. With many needs. I steepled my palms together, forced my breathing to less rapid. I used my thighs to squeeze my aching balls, to keep my towered cock from firing too soon. For her. I’d been carnal blistering for her, for several turns of the moon now.~~~~~~
Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
Contemporary Romance lovers, here’s a great story for you!
Something Different
by Paris Brandon
When I'm not writing about my jaguar shape-shifters I like to write contemporary novellas. They're a nice change of pace and sometimes that's just what I need to get motivated toward a new jaguar story. Recently, I got the thrill of my life when my Resplendence editor sent the Coffee Time Romance Review for my story IOU. Savannah graciously invited me to promo it on this blog so here it is:
IOU
PARIS BRANDON
Blurb:
The morning after her final exams, Bliss Harper woke up in her own bed wearing only her underwear. She didn’t remember how she got there or why there was an I.O.U. tucked into her panties for one night of “Bad Boy Sex” signed by N. Santucci. She had a ten year plan for success and that didn’t include getting involved with handsome Nick Santucci. No more bad decisions involving handsome men for her.
Nick didn’t think Bliss Harper’s version of bad-boy sex had her waking up with the pizza delivery guy trying to save his family’s business. Better to let her live with her fantasies. Ten years later he’s not delivering pizza he’s delivering deals. The terms are simple. He’s planning on negotiating one night into many with the woman who holds the marker on his heart.~~~
Featured at THE PINK BLOG ~
The Good & The Bad: Reviews!
By LK HUnsaker
Two nights ago, I found a new review for my newest book. I opened the link and sat and stared at it. Did I want to read it? *deep breath* This is someone I know, an author who tends to be as critical with reviews as I am.~~~
ALSO!!! Looking for those perfect Romance Novel images for your cover art, there’s a new web site in town ~ http://romancenovelcovers.com ~
The Kougar didn’t get to peruse as she wanted... however, yowls of appreciation!~~~
WOW!!! Has Amazon stepped in it again, to their ultimate disaster... *if* they don’t call back the troops they’ve sent on a mission of sheer stupidity. The only thing they’ve done in banning all McMillan books and authors, is to guarantee more sales for the new Apple ipad, or whatever, it’s being called. The Kougar doesn’t pay attention to those details, sometimes.
Instead of making the wise decision to simply upgrade the Kindle, they’ve elected to punish a publisher, it’s authors and, thus, all readers. These kind of corporate wars never end well for anyone, except those crooks on Wall Street, who know the game all too well, and will steal whatever isn’t nailed down while the bullets are flying.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 398 ~Sylva’s impassioned breaths rushed in and out, yet in bold long bursts that shuddered her body. “Exquisite,” she managed to tell her cowboy. Her breast thrummed, a mound of absolute ecstasy. Her nipple belonged to him. His rhythmic suckling held her in erotic thrall, her pleasured flesh his. She felt as if every inch of her body had been enchanted by his skilled handling of her and the man he was. She’d been captured by his virility. With masterful caresses, he stroked her other breast. His hot talented mouth switched to taste her other nipple. “Oh, god. I need you.”
Zeke pleasured his lips with his woman’s satiny bud-hard teat. The taste of her flooded his mouth again and he hitched inside, the brutal and euphoric sensations washing him clean of life before her, and making him feel utterly male. God, her taste, her smell, the feel of her, that’s all he wanted as a man. Her. With gradual and deliberate tugs on her sweet plump nipple, Zeke made love to his wife. More than that he felt her receive what she passionately wanted from him, as her man. Her husband. Nothing pleased him more. Except her pleading wanton words.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 397 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Golden tigress smooch from the Kougar...
Pic from ~ http://vintagescans.blogspot.com ~
Weekend frolicsome Big Cats, more snow after the big melt... yowls, colder temps and a thin blanket of fine snow has taken over the tame prairie. The moisture is a good thing, but the Kougaress wishes the big chill would disappear.
Maows, is this Big Cat feeling weary, partly brought about by the cold... and there’s simply too much to keep up with, on all fronts.~~~
Wowser, is the spotlight on *truth* working these days. Every day in every way, moi hears more about the massive fraud underpinning everything in our lives. Nearly everything about our culture, the big corporations, the current government and the way in which it operates, is a clear and present fraud.
For a simple example, the Federal Reserve is a private organization and is not allowed according to the Constitution. Yet, supposedly, we the people owe them this *beyond the stars* amount of money.
Yeah, right.
Meanwhile, a demonic rat dressed in human clothing, has been allowed out of the trap and given more cheese by the other big mafia rats. Given our cheese. The people’s cheese. Stolen by the Internal Revenue Service, again a quasi-private corporate entity created by and beholden only to the Federal Reserve.
Talk about the BIG CHEESE SCAM.
The problem. The people’s lives are being ruined, and their country destroyed. By a scam.
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Authoress news and mews ~Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
Deep Thoughts For A Friday...
By Serena Shay
Good Morning, friends and a happy Friday to one and all!
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Claws crossed, and not too meowing-loud, the Kougar is steadily progressing through Branded... it’s the soap-hurling scene.~~~~~~
Purrs and predictions ~Currently, the Kougaress is sensing what will be labeled a T******t attack by those dark force minions, the Corporate Media. If this event occurs, it won’t be what’s its labeled. And, only lies will prevail for a time.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 397 ~Sylva wondered where her flesh ended and her rapture began. Her cowboy husband’s handling of her nipple, his gradual tugs, drove her completely crazy with desire. Without thought, she began chanting the word ‘yes’. The soft breaths of sound emanated from her feminine core and soared like flame from her sexual depths. When Zeke bent, latching onto her enormous nipple, Sylva keened a wild moan. Ecstatic pleasure seized her sex mound, somehow sharp and liquid, both at once. “Zeke. God. Please. Yes.” To the tempo of a hip-rolling blues tune, he suckled her, making one of her fantasies come true.
Zeke savored the taste of his woman’s teat and promised himself he’d handle her in this excruciatingly slow way again. He hadn’t realized as he’d begun this leisurely seduction just how truly and fiercely pleasurable it would be. God above, she was his heaven, as had been proven over and over. He planned to indulge in his heaven woman often. Often as life allowed. Often as he could make it happen. Often, regardless of the hand life dealt them. Her passion enveloped him, the sweet fiery force of it reached in and shattered him, releasing a new kind of rapture.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 396 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Snow melt smooch from the Kougar...
Taking a breath... sort of... between all the business stuff, and creating a couple of bloggies... that was today, my TGIF Kittens... and you?
Yep, yowsers, the Kougar’s brain power, such as it is, has been devoted to polishing BRANDED BY THE TEXANS.~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Yep, the Kougar got her questions answered for her THE ROMANCE STUDIO interview and e-sent them off.~~~
Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~Western Erotic Romance ~ BREED TRUE by Gem Sivad on Friday, the 29th.~~~
Featured at THE PINK BLOG ~
Reviews - a celebration
It's time to look over some of the reviews we've received over the past year or so. Here we go, Lindsay first:
AND!
There are Reviews, then there’s BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~ posted on Friday, the 29th, by the Kougar.~~~
Featured at RomanticSynonymous ~ the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ http://judahraineblogspot.com ~ Memories by Barb Starmer ~ “The sun intensified and relaxed her muscles until they were almost mush. It felt so good to be free of the pain.”~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 396 ~Sylva could hardly believe it. Even though she sublimely burned with ecstasy, the thought that she might wake up and discover it had all been a dream intruded. “Yes, every way of passion,” Zeke rasped. He flicked her bud-long nipple with a gentle touch and rhythm. “Oh, you are such a tease,” she breathlessly murmured. “How’s this for teasing?” Her cowboy tugged, then flicked her nipple, his strokes more deliberate. “Oh, Zeke. Yes!” With languid movements of her body, Sylva squirmed on his hard torch-blazing cock. “Me, a tease, darlin’ mine?” Gripping her nipple, he tugged, a slow demanding tempo.
Zeke focused on the sexy textures of his Sylva’s breast. He pulled lazily, the feel of her bursting ripe teat between his thumb and finger poured torrents of need through him. His cock straightened to pure stud readiness. Not only was he prime to sink himself deep inside her sheath, he’d also shifted into a white-hot awareness of her, and of himself that went beyond his carnal delights. “Sylva,” he uttered, because there was nothing else he could do. She encompassed him entirely, entered his being and whirled, dancing like a wildfire. He squeezed her nipple more tightly, tugging languorously.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 395 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Taking a breath and smooch from the Kougar...
Evening and long purrs, my glorious and gifted Big Felines... okay, this is what research for a story will get you, sometimes. During her spit-polishing edits, the Kougar included this in BRANDED BY THE TEXANS ~Dillon raised his brows, a master of intimidation when he wanted. His gaze penetrated like an Old West gunslinger. Dono knew, since he kept a tintype collection in his private rooms.So, moi headed to the internet for a little searchie of tintypes... voila, the above pic from a place in Branson, Missouri, that specializes in these kind Old West, Civil War pictures ~ http://aoldtimephot.com ~ Yep, this Big Cat had a good laugh over these willing-lookin’ saloon ‘ladies’.~~~~
The Kougaress would have shared a pic of a shapeshifting Woodpecker. However, it has a copyright. You can view these two impressive pictures at Coast to Coast am... in the pics section.Here’s the story that went with it. Plus, the website is fascinating.SEDONA WOODPECKER SHAPESHIFTSThe photo on the left shows a woodpecker and the one next to it shows that the woodpecker shapeshifted into a man with a red cap. Shapeshifting is a common theme in mythology and folklore where a person or animal changes in physical form or shape.
What makes these photos even more amazing is that they were taken in Sedona, Arizona, an area well-known for its vortex and portal energies. Also the area where this photograph was taken is close to Boynton Canyon where the Yavapai-Apache Indians believe is the birth place of their Eve who had a daughter referred to as the "First Lady" mother to all of the Yavapai people.
The Yavapai Creation story recounts how the beautiful lady was sealed in a log with a Woodpecker at the beginning of a great flood that lasted 40 days. After the flood, the story tells how the Woodpecker freed the young woman from the log and guided her to the summit of Mingus Mountain where she met the Sun who fell in love with her. She returned to Boynton Canyon in Sedona bathed in an enchanted pool and gave birth to a daughter referred to as the "First Lady".
--Cassandra & Celena Cloverleaf
info@sedonanaturespirits.com
~ http://sedonabeyondtheveil.com ~~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~The Kougar added her latest 1,000 word flashie, Flash ~ You Win, I Leave, to her FLASH FICTION COLLECTION at TextNovel ~~~~
Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~
Mid-Day Madness
By Courtney Braezille
For some reason I can't seem to write in the middle of the day.~~~
Featured at THE PINK BLOG ~
The Return a Selection of My Reviews
by Jan Bowles
I think Jinger did a lovely job with this cover. To me it is very romantic.~~~
Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
What If They Don't Come?
By Crystal Kauffman
I had to sigh while reading Serena’s earlier post because in the not too distant past, ideas popped in from so many places I had to cull through to find the ones with the most potential.~~~
On Serena Shay’s blog she provides a link to an article about e-pirating which interviews a major downloading pirate ~Moi’s comment ~
Serena, I scanned the article.
There's one point I rather agree with, when it's a faceless big corporation, people aren't likely to care as much...
Course, what they don't understand is in the small print/e-pub biz, they're stealing from us individual author/artists.
I don't think a lot of folks understand that's like stealing from a mom and pop business.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Sylva felt her husband’s growl as if it lived inside her, both extreme bliss and as a ruthless force. The breast he stroked craved exactly what his touch provided, while her other breast burned for his attention, again. “Sylva.” His voice wasn’t quite as deep as his growl, yet it reverberated through her, pleasing every fiber of her body as much as his slow-hand caresses. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. The fullness of her breast reveled in every gentle slide of his fingers and his palm. Her nipple peaked to a harder point, then ached for anything he wanted to do.
Zeke brushed his thumb on the inner swell of his woman’s swollen breast. All his. His forever. As he molded and shaped the abundant curves of her breast, he felt like an artist, a musician playing his woman’s exquisite body. The satin of her skin tormented his fingertips with pleasure, the sensations so beautifully carnal, he wanted to explode inside with it. “God, darlin’, we need to explore every way of lovemakin’ there is.” She whimpered, a wild soft trill of sound, that stabbed into him both sweetly and hotly His loins raged. “Passion,” she murmured. “Every way of passion. Please.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 394 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Tintype dreamy kisses from the Kougar...
~ http://pernellrobertsaroundtheworld.com ~
~ http://triviatribute.com ~
Loveliest Big Kittens, life is stranger than fiction. Here the Kougar is, currently polishing up her manuscript, BRANDED BY THE TEXANS... what was *one* of her key inspirations? You guessed it... Bonanza, the Ponderosa... Adam, Hoss, Little Joe and their father, Ben Cartwright.
Pernell Roberts, who just passed over to that big ranch in the wide-open sky ~ played Adam Cartwright, the oldest brother. While most of the girls had a moon-eyed crush on Little Joe... nope, this cub girl had her eye on the sexy black-garbed oldest brother, Adam. His quiet power intrigued her while his TV on-screen passion with a woman... well, breathless and captivated comes to mind. The Kougaress can recall eagerly rushing to watch Bonanza, hoping the episode would revolve around big brother, Adam.
Course, it was a never-ending frustration that the brothers were kept deprived of feminine company. She died. She left. She had a husband... she found another husband... whatever the plot device used. Oh, oops, that arrow got her. Or the raging waters of a flood.
Although Dillon, Dono and Dash Vega *are not* modeled after the Cartwright brothers, not in personality or appearance... still, they own a huge spread and work their ranch in a similar way. And they are brothers. That’s the key, those sibling dynamics in a situation where they not only rely on each other, but love each other and fight each other, as only brothers can.
At the time, I believe Bonanza was a phenome, even though Westerns abounded, and were the standard fare of evening television. Why? Overall, the stories were excellent and were mini-morality plays where good always triumphed over evil. The good guys won and you were glad they won because they were the kind of good guys you could understand and relate too. They were human, but tough. And underneath it all, they had hearts of gold. They didn’t preach from on high, they lived their integrity. And, if they messed up, they paid the consequences and cleaned up the mess they made.
So, thank you, Pernell Roberts, and so long, pardner... the Kougaress knows heaven has welcomed you with wide-open arms.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Featured at THE PINK BLOG ~
Turtle Power
by Danielle Thorne
Two years ago after snorkeling with sea turtles off the coast of St. Thomas, I knew I had a wonderful occupation for my cynical marine biologist, Jack Brandon--the hero of a writing project I called TURTLE SOUP.
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What tempts you, darling naughty KitKats? Speak out at Serena Shay’s blog ~ Temptation Tuesday.~~~
RANT!!! and ROARS!!! ~ Grrrrrrrr and a showing of fangs... $85 for renewing the Kougar’s RWA membership... yep and no pep in her heart, moi did pay to remain a member of Romance Writers of America... because that was her final gut intuition.
But! And a fierce slashing of her tail... what does she get for her losing-value dollars... *devalued* as an author, overall... that’s what she gets.
True, there is value or benefit in remaining a member. No argument there. But, really, this Big Cat author simply feels as though she’s paying to sustain others and their author agendas... not her own career. Plus, she’s paying for an overall system she no longer believes in because of their unjust policies toward small print/e-publishers and their authors.
Gee, if it didn’t originate in New York or California... well, the book can’t be that good. What a load of big bad spoiled baloney. Not to mention it’s a myth, one carefully fostered by 5th Avenue advertising methods.
Really, come on, RWA, turn the Titanic around before you hit the obviously looming iceberg. Yeah, it’s called the economy. Bigger than that it’s called *evolving*. Readers are evolving. Writers are evolving.
The old model of BIG BOY publishing is over!!! It’s toppling over, in the death throes, a colossal dinosaur, no matter if it is in slow motion and no matter how many times it tries to keep itself propped up and makes itself look good. It’s dying... and the almost-corpse stinks to high heaven.
New business models need to be created, acknowledged where they currently exist, and built upon. Why aren’t those who run the RWA looking toward the future instead of clinging to the past?
Geez Louise, it’s like some hood-hidden mugger is about rip the handbag they’re desperately clinging to, away from them? It’s a fake Prada and the only thing of value in there is a collection of lipstick-used, snot-wadded tissues... oh, and old gum wrappers filled with lumps of flavorless gum. Oops, I forgot that stashed ten dollar bill... comparable to the so-called *advances* some authors receive from the Big Boy muggers.
Hey, maybe it’s the principle of the thing. He ain’t getting my handbag, no matter what! It’s mine. I’m not letting go. Fine, either kick his ugly butt like Buffy, the Vampire Hunter, and end it right there. Or, get a real clue and let go, then run like hell and escape toward the light of truth.
And, if I hear anyone tell me to get *involved*, have my voice heard. Well, here’s my voice. Listen.
I dare you.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 394 ~Sylva gripped her cowboy’s forearm as if her hand had changed into a talon. Aware of what she’d just said, she knew at some level, it wasn’t merely the raging bliss that had brought about those words. Something much deeper had compelled her. With each fondling turn of her nipple, Sylva fell into a stupor of lust, of wanting what he did to her with such ferocity it frightened her. As if he sensed she’d reached a place that had become too intense, her cowboy caressed over her breast and tantalized her other breast with kneading strokes. “Oh, god, Zeke.”
Zeke gentled his Sylva by shoving away the robe and smoothing his hand over the swells of her other shivering breast. He’d felt her and watched her succumb to her deepest desires, then drown too rapidly, as if a flashflood of rapture carried her too far, and too fast from him. His own growl of pleasure started at the base of his stud shaft, firing a wicked jagged path up his loins and through his torso like the liquor he and his father drank together, occasionally, in celebration of their ranch triumphs. He growled, his need for his woman primal.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 393 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Wide-sky kisses from the Kougar...
Oh, my lovely lithe Big Kittens, what a hectic day!!! not only with authorly biz, but the stuff of life that needs to get done... way too much! In these times... it’s a plot, all this supposed technological convenience... well, it ain’t convenient!... mostly, it just ends up taking up more time and making more work...
Not that this Big Cat doesn’t appreciate the advantages... she does! Roars-however, it’s definitely false advertising... and the whole use and advance of technology could be managed in a more sane and organized and *intelligent* way that would truly make its use convenient, thus offering more real convenience.~~~
Ooooh... the Kougar just found a great article by Nick Redfern on Hellhounds... a link can be found at Coast to Coast am.
Yep, Kandy and her Hellhounds twins are waiting for their story to be finished.~~~~~~
Co-opting the Mother GoddessCurrently, and obvious to most of us, is the rise of the Feminine Force during this Aquarian Age. It’s time to balance the Feminine Force with the Masculine Force... as we romance authors accomplish in our novels. The time has come to respect and encourage this love-balancing act between the sexes and within ourselves. It’s time to live this sacred way of being, woman and man together, empowering each other.
[Note: this refers to relationships in general, not merely marriage or being together by choice. Nor, does this mean a heterosexual relationship. It is only about the actual dynamic of feminine and masculine, no matter the expression.
Also! It’s not about the lack of conflict in a romance story, either. The battle between the sexes that causes all that delicious spice will remain alive and well, if, expressed in new and different ways.]
To the sadness of the Kougaress, this natural dynamic of the Aquarian Age, of humanity’s evolution on Earth, is being co-opted by the dark force in several key ways. One of them offers a false worship of Gaia. The only thing these despicable people worship is the green of money, not the splendid green of our beloved Earth, our Gaia.
Just as these ‘dark force Big Boys and Girls’ co-opted the Love and Peace movement of the late sixties and early seventies in ways this Big Cat is beginning to understand as she never did before, to the terrible detriment to us all... so they are trying to take this precious gift away from all of us *the good folks* for their own foul hideous uses.... for greed and for enslavement instead of freedom.
So, beware, my darling KitKats. Discernment in ferreting out these ‘false gods and goddesses’, and your own divine soul, is your best ally in these perilous times.
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Weekly Angelic Forecast from VolcanoStraight from the Carnal Cherub himself...Angelic Forecast ~ #73The following week will be unique, unlike anything you’ve experienced before. How this major change in our world’s vibrational frequency will play out in your life will be as individual as each snowflake. The best approach is go with the flow and simultaneously grab any good opportunity that passes your way. And, there will be good opportunities. Ones that will turn the tide of your life in a direction that makes life more worthwhile.
How this major shift in vibration will play out on the world stage ~ that! will be as dramatic as any blockbuster movie. Truth will clash with Lies in a battle that shakes the heavenly rafters. Take cover where necessary.
Remember, the love we share with each other is the greatest force in our universe.
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~MORE...Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~
The Amount of Work Involved
by Linda Blanche
Writing is work. The saying is obvious, but how much work is it?~~~
The Kougar posts at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~The First Anniversary of BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~Yep! Maowsa... it was one year ago, today, that my Halloween shapeshifter novella, BLACK CAT BEAUTY, was released. Nope, it didn’t make the deadline for the Halloween-themed stories Liquid Silver Books had put out a call for. Nevertheless, my black cat girl, Sable, is on the prowl and purring her story with cattitude.~~~
Featured at THE PINK BLOG ~Oh, Kittens, if you adore medieval magical lore, take a peek at this fab bloggie!Reviews & News - "Torc of Moonlight"Torc of Moonlight is Linda Acaster's fourth novel, and the first in a trilogy of British time-slip romantic thrillers set in university cities around the fabled North York Moors.
Why fabled? Mediaeval seats of learning - abbeys - ringed the Moors almost before they'd been given their name, and the Lyke Wake Walk, the supposed midnight coffin walk, is still undertaken by the intrepid across its boggy centre during the midsummer solstice. It's long been favoured by authors intrigued by its history: Bram Stoker's Dracula made use of its coastline and port of Whitby.~~~
Call for Submissions--Just Another Paranormal HalloweenJust Another Paranormal Halloween? Please note the title change. We
hope to go to print with this title pending publisher approval.
The moderators of Just Another Paranormal Monday invite you to submit
your short stories in a special call for submissions. Guidelines are
posted below. Number of stories accepted will later be determined.
For the complete info see the fille at ~ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ParanormalMonday ~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 393 ~Sylva sighed with agonizing pleasure as Zeke masterfully trapped her breast again. Seductively, he molded her fullness. God, she never wanted him stop. Except, she did. She wanted everything he did to her, everything he’d done. She wanted his magnificent cock pummeling inside her. She wanted the length of his body entwined with hers. His thumb grazed her nipple, torturing her with ecstasy, and with a slowness that scorched her loins to a need so savage, she could do nothing but feel. “Oh, Zeke,” she managed to whisper. His fingers coned her breast and languidly caressed, eventually capturing her nipple.
Zeke gently pinched his woman’s quivering teat. His gaze devoured the impassioned beauty of her face, as well as the lovely bounty of her breast, then the bud-red invitation of her nipple. “You belong to me, don’t you?” he crooned to her. The raw rasp came from deep within his throat, from the volcano brewing inside his loins. The impending explosion built as slowly as he handled his gorgeous Sylva. Her ethereal-sounding moan answered him. Gripping her teat, he twisted very slowly, and with a light touch. “Cowboy,” she breathlessly whimpered. “Keep doing that and I’ll belong to you forever.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 392 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Frenzied and fast smooches from the Kougar...
Pic from Coast to Coast am ~ Frozen Mississippi River
My wife and I took the following image in Alton, Illinois during the extreme cold spell that the US was under a few weeks ago. As you can see, The Mississippi river at Alton didn't freeze over smooth like a pond or a lake, but very jagged, like the Ocean does in the Arctic. Alton is a very old river town with lots of history, neat old houses on the bluffs, old antique shops, and is supposedly one of the most haunted places in America.
More images of the frozen Mississippi can be seen at my webpage.
--Matt
bptrades@gmail.com
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Sun! My silky and svelte Big Felines... yes-maows, actual sunshine and blue skies on the tame prairie... though, it looks like wintry weather is on the way... yowls!!!
Blinking... this Big Cat has been authorly busy today... and the monitor screen is tough on the kitty eyes... blink, blink...~~~
Seven seas... on a talk radio show the Kougaress was listening too, today... SEVEN keeps showing up... into the mystic seven... with the state of the world, who wouldn’t want to take off, escape and sail the seven seas... actually, the Kougaress meant to meow about reaching toward your mystic soul, toward your Spirit in these times. For, that is the path through what we all face.~~~
Oh, Kittens, there’s some steamy, get-your-hormones crazy flashes... go enjoy!
FLASH FICTION SUNDAY ~ at the Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ Winner takes all ~ Rosemary Gunn was the hostess with the mostest!Hard to believe we’re already heading into the last week of January. Are you as restless as I am? Looking for ways to banish the winter blues? Do you play cards or some of the classic board games to pass the time? Have you considered putting a sexy twist on some of those games to shake things up a bit?~~~~~~
No, the Kougar didn’t claw-pen this for Flash Fiction Sunday. Instead, she posted a 300 word Flash-Snippet from BRANDED BY THE TEXANS that fit the card-playing theme.
However, the following flashie was partly inspired by the flash-doings of all the other authors who posted.Flash ~ You Win, I LeaveOne ~
Cradling the butt of her phase pistol, Khyph stared at the two golden moons from the space deck of her official quarters as Marshall of Meddiea, an inhabited moon. On this rotation, the two sister moons gleamed as complete orbs, their beauty stunning. The atmosphere of Meddiea had been created, initially, to not only sustain most sentient beings in the galactic region, but to enhance every celestial object that could be viewed. Whipping around, Khyph sighed. Duty called. Duty being the rounds she made at various gambling establishments, where the most trouble occurred, as it did on a regular basis.
Two ~
Khyph was no stranger to trouble, having battled her way through more than her share, during her long days as a renegade. She’d run supplies to the underdog resistance fighters or whoever fought off the tanker-ship advance of the Jorilittes, an android race designed to inhabit, then take over a sector for the Corporate Three, a megalithic organization that thirstily sucked up a world’s treasured resources. Promising prosperity, the victimized world was always left high and dry. Broke. Glancing in the small holo mirror she kept beside the door’s entrance, Khyph paused to secure a loosened strand of her hair.
Three ~
For rounds she bound her long tresses tight to her head with the intention to appear more masculine and business-like. Waving, butt-length hair didn’t inspire cooperation with her authority. It certainly inspired another kind of cooperation, one Khyph hadn’t been interested in for quite awhile. Gamblers, and those who visited the outer-limits entertainment moon, offered some fine unique sex, but it was only a temporary arrangement. Just as she’d altered her life once the Corporate Three had been contained, now a fly-by-space lover no longer held any appeal. Palming the door open, she rapidly strode to her internal cruiser.
Four ~
Hopping aboard the anti-grav floater, she seated herself in the center. After a quick review of her weapons capability, she spun the cruiser, testing its performance level. Satisfied, Khyph sped into the airy labyrinth of corridors leading to every establishment on Meddiea. Following her gut instincts, she sliced toward one of the larger gambling saloons, a fancy affair that had been done up in shades of gold, from dark brown amber to palest icy gold. On her off time, she’d often masquerade as a woman traveler and take advantage of the luxuries the Golden Comet so generously offered its customers.
Five ~
Her spine blazed with warning as Khyph swaggered inside the gold-luminous interior. Her hand at the ready for any trouble or ambush, she halted, braced her legs and swept her gaze past the fabulous gold-gleaming trappings. Narrowing her eyes, she sighted the dangerous situation. A Ubixx male, drunk on his lizard-scale ass, waved a short-barreled blaster and shouted for female company. The problem, the Ubixx were deadly shots when over inebriated, but useless between a woman’s thighs. “Marshall, no reasoning with him.” Bressa, the manager sidled beside Khyph, well-knowing her scent would be familiar enough not to be a threat.
Six ~
Half-stunned, Zroz halted high on the grand golden stairway, smelling the woman who haunted his dreams ever since she’d commandeered his private vessel to use against the Jorilittes. Bolting downward on silent feet, despite the unfolding drama, he landed on the floor, laser knife in hand. Hell’s asteroid, if he had to hogtie the lizard scoundrel, to get to the woman who always gave him every carnal satisfaction in his fantasies... “Dim by two degrees,” he heard her instruct. The Ubixx’s night-seeing eyes glittered in his dream woman’s direction. Immediately, the idiot aimed, his primal instinct engaged. The light lessened.
Seven ~
Already, she stealthily closed in on the Ubixx. Zroz could do nothing but watch her swing her arm into position as fast as he could hurl a knife, and shoot. A single white flash appeared. That easy, she’d targeted the lizard’s rifle. Disarmed, the Ubixx bellowed as two bouncers seized him, one of them shoving a paralyzer against his neck. The danger over, light luminesced the gold-glimmering interior. The music used for the stage shows blared, encouraging the gamblers and the other guests to resume their chosen entertainments. Sliding his knife into his belt sheath, Zroz ambled toward the Marshall.
Eight ~
Dampening his adrenalin, Zroz scanned for a seat at a gaming table close to where she stood. Her tall boot hitched up on a chair, she took reports from those who’d been gambling with the Ubixx. This time he wouldn’t underestimate her. As an adversary, she’d been one of the few to own his ass. Damn! If he didn’t feverishly itch to rip off those garments that hid her beauty, and shaped her to appear masculine. Unclenching his fingers, he slid a chair from an empty table, sitting. Slickly, he shuffled the old-fashioned cards as if he invited a game.
Nine ~
Observing her from the corner of his eye, he wasn’t surprised when she sauntered in his direction, once she’d completed her interviews. Zroz fanned the cards on the table with smooth precision. “In the mood for a game?” he inquired. Hand on her hip, she halted beside him. At an angle that gave her the advantage, she aggressively widened her stance. “Fancy seein’ you here. Going to give me any trouble?” With slow deliberation he gazed at her, square in the eye. “All the trouble you want, Marshall. For as long as you want.” Her exquisite amethyst eyes regarded him.
Ten ~
“Guess I should lock you up. Throw you on the first ship out of here.” Zroz clasped his fingers loosely and eased his frame back. “Care to play for who gets top position first?” One corner of her mouth quirked in a grin. “I’m on duty.” Lazily, he roved his gaze over every inch of her he could see. She didn’t move. His cock straightened toward her. “When you’re off duty, Marshall.” She flicked a glance at his crotch. “You smell like a stud breeder. Won’t be long before willing company shows up.” Zroz leaned forward. “Challenge. You win. I leave.”
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Authoress news and mews ~The Kougar received her interview questions for her February THE ROMANCE STUDIO interview... it’s looking like February, the month of love and lovers, is filling up fast with blogs and other biz opportunities.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 392 ~Sylva quaked inside, her breast so sensitized she became helpless, unable to move with any strength. “What heavenly agony... your touch, cowboy mine.” He continued tormenting the pebbly flesh around her nipple, even as she heard his breath sharply burst inward. “Cowboy mine,” he possessively growled, reminding her of a proud, bold-eyed stallion. “I may have to inspire that lover’s name often from your ripe strawberry lips, darlin’ mine.” Sylva moaned with the pleasure flooding her entire body. “You deserve it... with the way you’re treating me. Please, don’t ever stop.” Sylva hadn’t meant to say her last words. They’d escaped.
Zeke ached with his woman’s vulnerability while also stompin’ the ground, inside, a stallion claiming his mare, his mate. Gently seizing her breast, he fondled the shape of her womanly flesh, relishing her voluptuous curves. “You’ll have to bullwhip me off you, to make me stop, my wife.” She giggled languorously, surprising him, until he recalled his confrontation at the Emerald Shamrock with Merlinda. Dang, that seemed ages ago. “Am I glad nothing on my husband got damaged,” she whispered, then rocked herself so temptress-slowly on his cock, Zeke started, losing his grip on her breast for an instant.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 391 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Gambling smooch from the Kougar...
Weekend mews, my amazing and splendid Big Cats... yowsa, another gray wet day on the tame prairie... mud oozed from everywhere since the temps hit about 50 degrees.~~~
So, the Kougar was posting her bloggie yesterday, and after she’d chosen her unicorn pic, the two guests on Coast to Coast am ~ nighttime talk radio, unexpectedly brought up the unicorn, just as the pic was loading... an eerie synchronicity, but not scary... oh, and there are SEVEN (see the prior blog) layers to our Earth realm as these guests went to explain... those type of synchronicities abound in moi’s little world... how about you?~~~~~~
Kittens, just take a long enjoyable look at this exquisite and powerfully beautiful cover art for BREED TRUE by Gem Sivad, western erotic romance author!
Roaring kudos to cover artist, Amanda Kelsey ~ http://razzdazzdesign.com ~Here’s the current info ~
Breed True , an Eclipse Hearts Novel, will be available at Liquid Silver Books on February 1, 2010. The story takes place in 1880 Texas during a period of land redistribution and Indian unrest.
Rancher Grady Hawks stands to lose his land and way of life, if he can’t convince his neighbors that his half-Kiowa heritage doesn’t threaten them.
When recently widowed Julie Rossiter needs rescued, he offers her a devil’s bargain–protection and a few acres of land with water, in exchange for a year of marriage and the chance to produce a white son and heir.
Julie Rossiter doesn’t want a husband but she needs one. To protect her children and gain security for their future, she accepts Grady Hawks’ proposal.
What Julie doesn’t expect is her new husband’s determined seduction. When she makes it clear that love has no part in their bargain, Grady sets out to change her mind.
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Authoress news and mews ~The Kougaress had the sheer shapeshifting pleasure of reading THE CHALLENGE by Serena Shay. As soon as she can, she will write an Author Review... oh, that Bastian, he did it for this Big Cat girl... meow!~~~
Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
How Overwhelmed Are We?
By Paris Brandon
I haven't seen the movie "Avatar" yet. The weather's been lousy and honestly, hubby and I prefer matinees and our schedules haven't been lining up. I have noticed how much everyone else has liked it though and it seems like some people are having a hard time these days because they don't live on the planet where "Avatar" takes place (I apologize for not being able to recall the name). Excuse me?
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Into the Mystic Brightness... how about that for a title... the Kougar is considering penning a new story for the current TextNovel contest, about a wish-granting angel and the dark-as-sin man who encounters her... as if this Big Cat author doesn’t have enough on her over-flowing writer’s plate...
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 391 ~Sylva simmered exquisitely, gradually thrusting her breasts, a sexual offering to her cowboy husband. His languid patience in stroking her breast had her turning into a molten puddle of desire. When his thumb pad brushed her beaded nipple, she whimpered and trembled. Cradling the weight of her breast, he waited, then thumbed over her sensitive nipple again. “Shards,” she whispered. “Shards?” His tone smoldered. “It feels like shards of fire inside my nipple.” She heard the explosion of his breath. “God, my Sylva.” Slowly, slowly, he caressed her begging nipple with his thumb. With each stroke her pussy wantonly throbbed.
Zeke stared at his woman’s red-budded blatant nipple. His senses seemed to expand tenfold, making him intensely aware of how her teat felt beneath his thumb. The plump satiny flesh and each tiny crevice he touched became engraved in his memory. His woman. His Sylva. He wondered that their intimacy should occur in such a rapid fashion. Still, he well knew, he’d have to go as slow as he did now in making love to her, to gain her wifely trust. The trust he desired. Altering his tempo a bit, he swirled his thumb around her nipple. She jerked slightly.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 390 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Mystic bright kisses from the Kougar...
Yep, meowsa, my mystic and magical Big Cats, it’s still gray on the tame prairie... though, the sky became brighter during the late afternoon and the milder temps have stayed. And on a late note, moi actually saw the moon!
One of those beyond-interesting occurrences ~ on January 21, the Kougaress saw the number 777 two times, and once on the following day. 3 x 7 = 21, the day’s date, which breaks down to a THREE, the number for 2010, as well. It’s a THREE year.
The day ~ 1/21/2010 breaks down to SEVEN... so, hmmm purrs... what does that mean?
Since SEVEN is considered to be the spiritual number in numerology, moi figured it’s time to take a look at how the ‘spiritual’ is showing up in her life and spotlight it.
Recently, on the 15th, she heard Van Morrison’s song ~ Into the Mystic... having always felt a deep affinity for the music and the lyrics of that song, this Big Cat girl listened with that floaty swirly enjoyment she’s always felt.
As moi mentioned before, she experienced the song at a deeper brighter level of herself, a benefit of our Aquarian Age.
Now, what the song lyrics actually mean, this Big Cat has not a clue. Intentionally, she’s never tried to find out, preferring her own experience of the music.
Could we live our lives with such magical enjoyment as that song provokes? Perhaps, if we travel toward the wild mystic side of ourselves, then we express that spiritual side of us more and more... well, why not?
Why not bring forth our mystical feelings and awareness? What do we have to lose, given the way our current world is?
Imagine, if so many of us lived the wild mystic of our souls, it became our world... it created our world rather than what is creating our world now... imagine...
Wouldn’t that be a world worth living in? The Kougaress found the song lyrics at 3:27... a personal date and one that breaks down to a THREE and has the number SEVEN included. Deliciously weird, huh?Into the Mystic ~ Van Morrison songWe were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...
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ROARING SUPPORT for the people of Iceland, who are engaged in a battle to take their country back and throw the evil-souled Banksters out!!!
In case, you didn’t know the whole country of Iceland was defrauded by the IMF, by the World Bank, and are currently being blackmailed to pay debts the country doesn’t actually owe. Remember, in all cases, FRAUD NEGATES CONSENT!!!
For example, if you sign a contract that has been misrepresented to you *in any manner ~ any manner at, no matter how trivial or obvious* you are not bound by that contract. In every case FRAUD NEGATES CONSENT!
Now, the problem is that those who have defrauded you, or any of us, usually have the bigger guns... they own the power and they viciously exercise it, usually. They are firm believers in MIGHT MAKES RIGHT! You know, like the mafia. So, tread carefully if you battle against their fraud and blackmail.
Still, the Divine is on your side... universal divine law not man’s corrupt law, that’s the truth to know and live by.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
Serena Shay ~ Where Do Those Ideas Come From?
Happy Friday one and all!
So I was reading Pat's awesome post yesterday(if you missed it, please go back and check it out...she has a fabulous voice and I think you'll love the idea she's currently working on.) So her post got me thinking about all the ways stories have snuck-up and smacked me between the eyes...
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 390 ~Sylva settled on her cowboy’s powerful feeling manhood, relishing her words to him as much as he seemed to enjoy them. Opening her eyes briefly, she merged with his whiskey-dark gaze, so intense on her she glowed inside. “Your stud,” he purred in such a masculine tone, Sylva glowed more fiercely, and smiled as her eyelids slid shut. All the while he fondled her breast, his caresses and soft squeezes drove her insane with pleasure. “Hotter and wilder,” she murmured. “You’re making me hotter and wilder.” His fingers lazily coned her breast. “Is that so?” Sylva subtly squirmed on her husband.”
Zeke felt like a red-burning brand inside. He also felt as fine and leisurely as a smooth-drinking whiskey. “I aim to please my wife.” His Sylva arched back a bit, then moaned a sweet sensual song. “Is that so?” she softly repeated. Zeke slowly grinned in return, meeting his wife’s sky turquoise eyes, briefly, her ethereal beautiful eyes. “You’re doing a great job,” she flowed her words over him, a pleasure that made him frisky as a stallion inside. Languidly, he continued teasing the plump swell of his woman’s breast, deciding he surely liked all the various ways of their lovemakin’.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 389 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Into the mystic kisses from the Kougar...
First, take a look at this too adorable polar bear critter, my adored KitKats, his pic was sent by good friends. Okay, he loves snow and the cold, but the Kougaress won’t hold that against him. No, she’d go for a romp with him, and play in the snow.~~~
Krazy Kat, Spy a Rat... meow, it rhymes and the Kougar’s head is too muddled to come up with something else. Besides, in our current world, it appears the rats have, indeed, taken over. The bad corrupt rats, not the good pet rats. Everywhere you look, you can spy a king or queen rat and his/her beady-eyed minions. They’re running around like a monster pack, remember Ben? Or that explosion of racing ‘eat-anything-in-their-way’ rats in one of the Indiana Jones movies?... Yep, these rats in human bodies are doing the worst of the worst to folks. Stealing their lives by hook or crook. Cons and lies have become like grains of sand these days. So sad for all us ‘good guy’ Big Cats, for all of us who care and want good lives... those of us who treasure the goodness in others.
Hunting the bad guys never looked so good.~~~
It’s official, a solid week of either being fogged in, or dreary gray days. No sun peeking through, at all... yowls!
Moi doesn’t know about you, but her recent days have been a strange zigzagging back and froth of good things and bad things. It’s weird, like an on going chaos that tosses this Big Cat about unmercifully at a quantum rate of speed. And she doesn’t always land on her feet. Yeee-oooowsa!
Wow, if things continue like they have, and don’t calm down, this Big Cat ain’t going to make it... or, so it feels.~~~
On the plus positive side, after spending hours rescuing a file that had been corrupted... probably there was a much easier way, but this computer un-savvy feline doesn’t know what it is, nor could she find the answer... anyhoo and mew, success was finally achieved and some good polishing got done on BRANDED... yep, moi probably should have ignored that particular file in favor of working on her mss... but this Big Cat just ain’t made that way. Besides, at least, she might be able to save something else even more crucial... maow-maybe.
If any of you darling Big Felines knows how to manage corrupted files... info and advice is appreciated!~~~
Krazy Kat sarcastic rant mewing ahead ~
Oh, just great news. Guess what the Kougaress learned today? Another trucking company bit the asphalt. Yep, they’re starting to fall like dominoes. Gee, we have a whole grocery industry that runs on truck deliveries... in fact, most business rely on trucking to some degree... well, the BIG EVIL ONES are making certain the economy continues falling into the dumpster, and thus, all of our lives.
What fun... yeah, right.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
1 + 1 + 1 = Story
By Pat Cunningham
“I can’t remember the book or the author now – it was either Damon Knight or Ben Bova, I was writing SF then – but one of the many how-to-write texts I studied in my early writing years offered this advice: for a good story, you need more than one idea...”
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Featured at RomanticSynonymous ~ the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ http://judahraineblogspot.com ~ by the Kougar ~ None of us are Flipper ~ Rays of sun saturated her skin suddenly. ‘Don’t open your eyes yet,’ the man crooned inside her mind. ‘It’s too bright.’
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WRITERS! Check out Leslie Richardson’s blog for some in-you-face truisms ~ Writing How-To: You are Not a Special Snowflake.
Feel free to drop by and comment at my blog today.
I burst some bubbles, give out some sound writing career information, and
barbecue some sacred cows. *LOL*
~ http://leslirichardson.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-how-to-you-are-not-special.html ~~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 389 ~Sylva’s head swam in circles of utter lusting euphoria as her flesh was masterfully taunted by the slow passionate hand of her husband. “Zeke.” She let his name escape as breath. “Sylva.” Slipping the flat of his hand along the underswell of her breast, her cowboy eased inside her robe and fondled the swollen weight. His long strong fingers caressed the shape of her breast over and over, leaving Sylva helpless, her pleasure escalating. God, her pussy leaked and sweltered. Yet, it remained his languid strokes on the fullness of her breast that she truly desired. “Oh, my nipples ache.”
Zeke figured heaven couldn’t be any better. The soft perfection of his woman’s breasts, all his. Observing her enraptured face, watching her ecstasy increase, heaven should be this good. “Such silky skin, darlin’. Your strawberry nipples will have to wait their turn. But I promise a long tastin’.” She moaned, his woman, her body trembling for a few instants. The blazin’ sultry fragrance of her pussy tantalized his entire body, not just his stud length. With an impatient jerk his cock found the delectable crease of her ass through the heavy silk of their robes. “Mmmm... my stud,” she whispered.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 388 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Exhausted zigzagging smooches from the Kougar...
Oh, my darling-est Big Kittens, the Kougar is supposed to be napping... nope, she’s been dealing with a stupid unstable wordperfect program... yowls of complete misery!...
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Anyhoo and mew... the sad quandry of this Big Cat romance author... whether to remain a member of the RWA, Romance Writers of America, or not... it seems like the authorly biz smart thing to do, yet it goes against the Kougar’s conscience because of the many policies she disagrees with, regarding how small print/e-authors are treated... often, as if they are second class.
While the Kougar realizes transition from the current Big Boy print model takes time, still, so many of the policies are truly deplorable and not even defendable, in moi’s opinion, of course.
The sad quandary, if she doesn’t renew her membership, that means she will no longer be eligible to be a member of Passionate Ink or FF&P... and there are probably other benefits the Kougar isn’t recalling at the moment.
Truth is, this Big Cat author doesn’t know what to do. Going against her conscience... not a good thing. It’s also not a good thing to lose things that are important to the Kougar like Passionate Ink.
What to do...??? oh, sad, sad Kougar girl...~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Guess what? Something kinda cool. Via Googlie alert, the Kougar discovered STALLION OF ASH AND FLAME is on Jennifer’s Listmania at Amazon.~~~
Yep, the Kougar got her info e-sent for her The Romance Studio interview in February. No specific date yet.~~~
My bawdy and beautiful KitKats, slink on over to romance author, Serena Shay’s latest blog ~ Doing Things I've Only Ever Dreamed About... “*Star in a rock video.” Here’s the Kougar’s comment ~
Serena, ah the lists I wrote, although, I have to say 'have sex' was never on any of them, implied as a certain types of passion, however.
Hmmmm... sixteen, what a time that was for me!
I know at one time, I thought it would be all-too-cool to have my vision of a nightclub. I had it planned out, designed... and, damn, if it wouldn't have been dancing-grand.
My concept has changed over the years... but, it would still be ultra cool. Right now, I think a supperclub would be fun to design and bring into being.~~~
The Kougar added to her latest 1,000 word flashie, Flash on the High Galactic Seas, to her FLASH FICTION COLLECTION at TextNovel ~~~~
Featured at THE PINK BLOG ~Stephanie ~ Love & the Throne #1 - Edward III
“Welcome to my series, “Love and the Throne,” which takes a look at the back door lives of famous monarchs.”~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 388 ~Sylva had never allowed herself to be this flirtatiously brazen. No man had inspired it. Most of them had shut her down, unless she played the role they wanted, which always left her feeling slimy inside. Now she offered another smile and gradually rose upwards. With her hips swaying to an imagined tempo, she moved closer and closer, finally settling herself on her cowboy husband’s lap. “A slow taste,” she drawled provocatively, raising an eyebrow. “A slow taste, darlin’.” Gently capturing her breast, he fondled the side fullness, his touch lazy and perfectly seductive. Sylva burned, dizzy with the heat.
Zeke filled his palm with the bountiful swell of his Sylva’s breast, and caressed to a molasses-slow rhythm. Everything inside him throbbed with excruciating pleasure, and with excruciating ache. The abandoned expression that shaped his wife’s exquisite features held him enthralled, just the way she held his soul. His gaze fastened on her ripe, deep pink lips, slightly stained by the strawberry juice. “Darlin’ mine,” he whispered. She moaned, a sultry low song of passion. “Keep doing what you’re doing, cowboy. It’s driving me absolutely crazy.” Her hands stroking his forearm, she leaned back against his arm, offering her breasts.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 387 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Quandary quick kiss from the Kougar...
Egyptian cat god's 2,200-year-old temple unearthed in AlexandriaPtolemaic-era building may have been dedicated to deity Bastet in city founded by Alexander the Great, say archaeologists
Associated Press in Cairo
guardian.co.uk, Tuesday 19 January 2010 18.06 GMT Article history
A statue of the the cat god Bastet that was found in the remains of a temple belonging to Queen Berenice, the wife of King Ptolemy III (246-222 BC) in Alexandria, Egypt. Photograph: Egyptian Department of Antiaquities/EPA
A 2,200-year-old temple that may have been dedicated to the ancient Egyptian cat god Bastet has been unearthed in Alexandria, the Supreme Council of Antiquities said today.
More... ~ http://guardian.co.uk/science/2010/jan/19/egypt-cat-god-temple-bastet ~Note: For a supposed primitive people compared to us modern folks, the Egyptians sure know how to carve a Cat Goddess in her kitty form.~~~~~~
Yowls! What a day the Kougaress had, my lovely sleek Felines... finally she was able to get out and about to get the needed stuff done, since it was melty warm enough and the fog had abated some... okay, driving on a wing and prayer because the gravel roads are nasty slippery, she made it to the highway and made her exhausting rounds in town, including having to shop at her least favorite place, Wal-Mart for a certain type of heater... meowsa about zombie land... wow, are folks none too happy these days... and who can blame them... certainly not this Big Cat! ... given our worlds are falling apart in so many bad ways... so, hours later, after loading down the van... and geez, oh please, are some folks sensitive these days about how much moi purchases... such as, that’s a lot of chips in a voice that suggested this Big Cat was hoarding all the chips available... well, not to mention it wasn’t chips, but natural cheese puffs... and two bags for two people for the next month, or longer, doesn’t seem like cheese puff hoarding... and, if moi hadn’t stocked up, then she and her loved ones would have been in a world of hurt since we’ve been snowed in and fogged in for so long... omygosh, if the gravel road had been slippery before, on this Big Cat’s return trip, it had turned downright dangerous! ...it’s a good thing moi has always possessed good driving reflexes and skills, overall, or she wouldn’t have made it to the home lair... not to mention divine assistance was most probably given... thank you purrs... but then! Another hit-where-you-live disaster since the Kougaress was already utterly spent... the side van door wouldn’t open... given that’s where moi put the ice cream, it was a damn disaster... so instead of unloading at a pace that would allow for some recovery time... nope... believe you me, this Big Cat was on her last legs when she finally managed to unload the freezer stuff... roars of pain and frustration, 2010 ain’t looking so hot, that is, in a good way... although, her aunt had sent some chocolates... yum! ~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS this past Monday, January 18th ~
Francesca Hawley ~ How much shapeshifting is too much…or not enough? “My paranormals have featured shapeshifting wolves but my characters don’t run around as their alter egos very often.”
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Eye Candy loving Kittens, there’s big doings a-paw... major plans are being made for a Valentines Blog Tour Event, one that would last the weekend... if you have any thoughts on the type of gorgeous hunks you’d like to view... leave a comment.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 387 ~Sylva flamed delectably inside. Not to mention the man had definitely ignited her sexy-pulsing pussy parts. Slowly, she nibbled on another strawberry, her gaze playing the temptress with her cowboy husband. He popped slices of fresh papaya into his mouth, eyeing her as if she was his seductress sent straight from heaven. At least, that’s how she felt. Sylva smiled languidly and leaned forward once she’d eaten the last juicy bit of her strawberry. “Anything else you’d like to taste, cowboy?” she crooned in her most sensual voice. “That is, if you could taste me.” Sylva hesitated, feeling a bit shy.
Zeke raged like lightning, especially his stud parts. “There’s lots on you, darlin’ mine, I’d like a long slow taste of.” Easing himself onto one elbow, he lazily roved his gaze up and down her torso, covered by the deep rose robe. The creamy bountiful swells of her breasts were an invitation he accepted. “Why don’t you mosey on over her and sit that beautiful little body of yours right here on my lap. I think my tongue would like a samplin’ of your strawberry nipples.” Downright enjoying the blush that turned his wife’s gorgeous face pink, Zeke patted his thigh.~~~~~~
TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 386 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Cheese puff smooch from the Kougar...
Okay, the pic is just for fun and in no way represents the Golden Tigress...
