Taking a Breath... sort of...

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.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Yep, the Kougar got her questions answered for her THE ROMANCE STUDIO interview and e-sent them off.
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Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~

Western Erotic Romance ~ BREED TRUE by Gem Sivad on Friday, the 29th.
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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:

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There are Reviews, then there’s BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~ posted on Friday, the 29th, by the Kougar.
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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.”
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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 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 ~
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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...

Taking a breath and smooch from the Kougar...