Pernell Roberts, so long, pardner...

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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.
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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.
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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.
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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 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 ~
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~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~

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May your most romantic dreams come true...

Wide-sky kisses from the Kougar...