Once again... Independence, the sweetest nectar...

Greetings, and sweet meetings of the mind, my gorgeous and gamboling KitKats... before the rains moved in, the Kougaress watered Plucky and his/her companion tomato plants. One of the tame prairie’s large yellow butterflies flitted swiftly overhead... those critters are fast flyers... while two of the black dragonflies danced in the air and landed as they pleased.

Curious as a cat, the Kougar revisited her blog of a year ago, and felt it delivered her heartfelt Fourth of July message in the best way. So, meowsa, here it is ~

Independence, the sweetest nectar... so it is for the Kougar... oh, my Beautiful Big Cats, may you know the headiness of real freedom so fiercely, you are forever transformed. Life and love flows toward liberty. Everything that is truly good and sacred flows from liberty.
Where there is little or no freedom, love rarely thrives. The heart needs its freedom to choose love and receive love. We, as precious beings, need freedom to live a life filled with love.
Proclaim liberty throughout the land ...
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WARNING ROARS ~ the following is not for the faint of heart and soul.

In the one year that has passed *freedom* has become all the more precious, and desperately needed by every human being with a good soul, and by every living thing on dearest Mother Earth. We all need freedom to thrive. It is the very stuff of life that promotes life.

When will all of us be free of the latest Armageddon-like horror, the ECO-TASTROPHE ~ new term from a ‘Coast-to-Coast am’ listener that he gave away for free ~ the eco-trastrophe taking place in the Gulf of Mexico?

When will we defeat those on the dark side who intentionally designed this beyond-belief nightmare, and now use it to keep us as hostages until we accept their tyranny-evil agenda?

Who are these dark, mind-ugly psychopaths... this act goes far, far beyond greed and incompetence... these warped beasts clothed in human skin, who celebrate the mass murdering of life?

Stand up, so we can all see you. So, we can crush you beneath our will like the worse-than-cockroach creatures you are... oh, that’s right, you only scurry around in the darkness and hope WE won’t see you... that no one will flash the light of truth on you for long enough... but your time is coming to an end, no matter the desperate acts of evil you perpetrate.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER and Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~

Macaroni! And I Don't Mean Pasta
by Linda Banche

Every era has its extremes of dress. The Sixties had micro-minis. The Roaring Twenties had flapper dresses. Georgian England had macaronis.
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Bekki Lynn, contemporary and paranormal erotic romance author, is featured author at Wick'd Reads this month.

~ wickdreads.com/bekkilynninterview.htm ~
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REMEMBER! The Fourth of July Blog Hop is happening now! Get in board at ~ booknibbles.com/blogtour ~ the Kougar did and a real GOOD time.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

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

Part 552 ~

Sylva savored Zeke’s chest with her gaze and her hands. “I’m not making it easy for you to leave, am I?” Curling upwards, she planted kisses on his oh-so virile chest. “Darlin’,” he groaned. Launching upwards, he grabbed her hands and pressed kisses to both of her palms. “This has got to end soon. I’m going stark ravin’ crazy with wanting to get to know my wife. And not just with passion-makin’.” Sylva smiled at her cowboy husband’s term, and, besides, he hadn’t let go of her hands. “Passion-making,” she repeated. “I like that way of saying it a lot.”

Zeke ached with the need to learn more about his Sylva. He downright ached with the need to spend time with her. He was gettin’ used to her company even though, their time together had been dang short. Steeling his insides, he kissed both of her hands gently, and released them. “Soon, darlin’.” Before he could tempt himself further with her obvious beautiful and very naked charms, Zeke moved toward his garments. Keeping himself on target, he dressed quick as could be. Pivoting, he blew her a kiss, waited for her sweet gesture in return, then strode toward the door.
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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 ~ 551 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through MARCH 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~

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

Sweet liberty smooches from the Kougar...