Friday, December 31, 2010
Time to Romance the New Year!
Late night yowls, my tail-swinging spunky KitKats...wowsa, meow about knock-you-off-your-feet winds today... unseasonable mild temps, which most likely means another frigid period around the corner... but, lordy, those winds!
Time to Romance the New Year!
Wanna a shot at winning a KINDLE
Yep, that's right. The Kougar, and a lot of other erotic romance authors, will be participating in a New Year's Day blog hop ~ January 1-2, 2011 ~ and the grand prize is a KINDLE. Plus there will be other fabtastic prizes, too. To check it out, go to ~ booknibbles.com ~
HAPPY READING AND ROMANCING NEW YEAR!
Hopefully not to disappoint those who were enticed by the title of the Kougar’s blog, here’s a scene flash... a New Year’s Eve fantasy that if wishes came true, well...
“Time to romance the New Year.”
Ztoth offered his arm and bent slightly toward the woman he had recently become enchanted with. More than enchanted, he admitted to himself. Damn near close to besotted. An uncomfortable position to be in for a man of his rank and station.
“You will pardon me, Regent, I find any mood of celebration has deserted me.”
Shequessa’s soft beautiful voice reminded him of the warmed honey he used nearly everyday in his beverages for stamina and flavor. Although, he had heard her righteous screechings, fierce as a wildcat, at the fool of a man who had deserted her, betrothing another.
“Perhaps, you would consider pleasing me with a dance. Romance is a clever minx, often sneaking upon one while enjoying the lyrical passion of the music.”
She glanced at him for moments he could count, yet time had become infinite while he gazed at her. The gorgeous facets of her eyes astounded him, and reflected the coloring of the handsome peacock she stroked as she sat upon the garden’s granite dais.
Ztoth couldn’t blame his birds for becoming unusually attached to her. Even now, they strutted around her, enjoying the remainder of the day as the sun blazed below the horizon.
“You would do well to find a livelier partner, Regent.”
The sadness underlying her tone, straight from her broken heart, cut to the core of his heart, and twisted it with no show of mercy. Such a woman should never be deprived of sweet healing counsel. Yet, here, on this intergalactic planet-station devoted to educational pursuits, she had no family.
“Perhaps, Shequessa.” At the use of her familiar name, her gaze flew to him, and Ztoth witnessed her fire, bright and scorching as if he soared too close to the sun in his star cruiser. “However, I wish the beauty of your form in my arms.”
Shock pillaged her at his boldness. It was there in her irresistible, stained-glass eyes, the eyes he dreamed about every night now. And, it lay upon the brazen sculpture that were her features. At the oddest moments, her face haunted him, and the overwhelming urge to kiss her ripe-as-cherries mouth stirred his cock to undeniable life, to unrepentant desire.
“I must deny your improper pursuit, Regent.”
She resumed her delicate stroking of his peacock. Even so, the spirited tilt of her chin begged for the cup of his hand, then the brand of his lips upon hers. How his hand itched to obey his need.
His need! Her woman’s shape had been exquisitely designed for a man who knew his own power, and exercised it. As well, Ztoth knew her intelligence matched his own. And, how often had he admired the witty slice of her tongue? Rare, yet never sparing those who deserved the comeuppance.
“Then, you find my form less than adequate for your womanly passions.”
He had gambled. Would he win? Spying a peacock feather, one of splendid length and loveliness, he swept it up.
Her utter stillness beat hope inside his chest. Playing the feather over his fingertips, Ztoth indulged in the rounded swell of her breasts above the tightly cinched bodice of her gown. The white-shimmer fullness of her gown’s skirt draped around her, and she made an incomparable vision to his eye. It was one reason he had noticed her, above all others, upon her arrival at the planet-station he governed.
“Your form, Regent, is more than adequate. Quite in comparison to a war stallion in boldest rut. However, you should decide on another as a dancing partner.”
With his desire searing a fierce path through him, Ztoth touched her bosom with the jewel-like eye of the feather. Languidly, he brushed the feather’s fringes over the curve of her breast. His result became more than splendid as she heaved breaths of passion.
Now, he offered his hand. She did not gaze at him directly, Yet, her hand alighted within his, as gently as one of his doves.
“One turn upon the dance floor, Regent.”
Her breathy pronouncement only enticed him. And, to such a wicked degree, he mentally complimented his tailor on the strength of his evening attire in containing his mounting passion.
The tail-switching New Year moment: A beautiful statuesque hawk perched on a fence post today.
Big Cat by-the-numbers ~
1:11 am... 3:33 pm... 11:11 pm... the sun’s colored brilliance astounded this Big Cat... she’s never seen anything like it.
Authoress news and mews ~
Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
Thursday 13 - Sexy New Year Resolutions
by Mary Quast
So many New Year Resolutions are made and quickly forgotten. Not only are these promises easily forgotten when we are caught up in the hustle of everyday life, but also we can forget about the love in our lives. Try making a few resolutions that won't be forgotten and easily obtainable. Make your relationship with that special someone a priority, put pleasure first on your resolution list.
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 732 ~
Sylva figured she’d probably been too effacing about being a pest, given how the culture here worked. At least, as she’d observed it. Still, the words had emerged naturally. “Pest?” Marina’s brows raised, her gaze puzzled. “A difference in my former Earth, the cultural ways,” Sylva offered. Then, she sighed, and the duration of her sigh surprised her. It felt as though her entire life on the other Earth flowed out of her, disappointments included. Maybe, it meant she was mentally letting go, and now accepting what life on this Earth had to offer her. God, she so hoped so.
Zeke mentally gritted his teeth, and rested his palm on the butt of his sidearm. “Comin’ from you, Zeke, I’ll count on it.” Big Gun gave him the big eye as follow up that he meant business. With his hand resting on his gun butt, he continued. “Heard of the V? The Center-like operation back East?” Zeke gave a nod, and held down his reaction. “That’s who contacted me, along with several of the prominent ranchers in the Carolina Territory. Seems like they got one helluva a problem with the Secret Circle infiltratin’ some of their tech-inventin’ labs.” Zeke wasn’t surprised.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 731 ~ 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 JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.
~ HAPPY NEW YEAR ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Time to Romance the New Year kisses from the Kougar...