A Mad-Dash Day...

Here’s a pic of the recent Texas wildfires that was taken by a friend of a friend. Blessings and miracles to All who are affected... gosh, the damage, the terrible toll on those who lost houses, and much more... yes, every miracle and good to you and yours.

After midnight meows, my Springtime impassioned Pussycats... a gray cold day on the tame prairie... but no complaints from this Big Cat, given all the really Armageddon like weather and catastrophes that have gone on, and will continue to go on... the Kougaress covered a driveway hole with slaps of brick she had on hand... but still, the problem requires a better solution... however what was intriguing in an odd way... there was a coyote poo pile right next to the patio block she used to temporarily cover the hole... so, gosh, what is Coyote’s message? Thanks for covering the hole, so I don’t break a leg? Was it a warning to their kind to be careful in that spot? Or, some other Trickster message this Big Cat doesn’t understand... whatever, the Kougaress loves her wild critters... all of them...

She loves you too! My darling Kittens... have a most blessed Easter, however you celebrate.
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A Mad-Dash Day... just a fast, fast, head-spinning, soul-spinning, rabbit-dashing day of authorly biz stuff, getting prepared for the Bunny Blog Hop, and getting all the other stuff of life done... oh, wishes, hopes, dreams... if only...
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Big Cat by-the-numbers ~ Warning... no fun, and terribly sad...

12:12 am... 2:12 am... 3:33 am... 4:44 am... 12:12 pm... 3:33 pm... 12:12 am... 1:11 am... at the time, this Big Cat knew the illegal horrific raid at Waco by the gov was *bogus*... that was obvious simply because at any time Koresh could have been arrested in town, since he went there about everyday on business... however, she had no idea just how sickening and reprehensible and bad it really was... a hellfire missile was used according to a man who loaded them onto the helicopter... she didn’t realize this really was a blow against the American people and our sacred freedoms... not to mention all the tragic unnecessary loss of life... oh, how she wishes she had been able to stand up for freedom more, so maybe this would not have occurred... she has always been a lover of freedom... and has stood often against the system the best she knew how... but this... mygawd! How far we have fallen... now TSA molests children in front of us.
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Authoress news and mews ~

The Kougar did some mad-dash promo-ing today for the Bunny Blog Hop... yeah, just like a wild march hare... only it’s not March, but it is Spring... yeah, loopy author cat here.

Year of the Rabbit Blog Hop

Just in case you want a different kind of egg treasure hunt... as in hot fun flash stories and hawt pics... also fab prizes, with the grand prize being a Nook... well, a bunch of us authors are combining our talents this Easter weekend, April 23-24, for a blog hop. Take a preview peek here ~ justromance.me ~

Here at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS we’ll be hopping and bopping, also, and there just might be a few bunny shapeshifters celebrating Spring with fertility rites at Talbot’s Peak during the blog hop. Or, maybe not. Ya never know who, or what kind of shapeshifter/paranormal being/human, will show up.
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Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~

Magickal, Fantastical Bunny
By Savanna Kougar

Once upon a time on Earth, we Shapeshifters ruled. That thousand year reign has been nearly lost to history, and now belongs to the timeless mists surrounding this third planet from the sun.

The only remnants are myths and legends, and a few ancient ruins. Yes, there are written documents. However, they are hidden away, and mostly used for sinister and despicable purposes.

During my epoch, Earth, or Galaxias, as we knew her, orbited the Grand Light as the fourth planet, and later as the fifth. At that time, Venus was not with us. Mercury and his two sisters were. A colossal comet streaked into the solar system, and instead of allowing the destructive force to claim Galaxias, we hired a space-faring, super race to capture the barren comet.
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

Taige Crenshaw at the Romantic Times convention.
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The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire. ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!

~ May the April showers drench you in happiness and prosperity!

~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~

And, May you live the dreams of your heart, not in interesting times...

Mad-Dash Day kisses from the Kougar...

Bunny Hop Tour ~ Meeting the Highlander

Hi Bunny Hoppers, if you just arrived from Mary Quast ~ http://maryquast.blogspot.com/ ~ you’ve landed in the right spot.

Your next big hop will be to Dawne Prochilo ~ http://dawneprochilo.blogspot.com/ ~

No, I’ve never met Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander, up close and personal, except in my fantasies. Nor, have I ever met Adrian Paul, except in my dreams, the dreams in slumber-landia, which are usually the type that feel utterly real, even once I’m fully awake.

Here’s a fanfic piece. I’ve never written one before, except as a young teenager for the Beatles way before fanfic was a term.

I’m going free-form. I’m just going to let this written fantasy rip or pull the rip cord on my imagination and see what happens. I have no preconceived ideas, no plot... only the Highlander and me...

April 2024 ~

Night swelters around me as I wait, hidden in the shadow of the fallen Statue of Liberty, a recent victim of laser strikes. Two of the teenaged Privileged flying in their sport jets battled over prostitute territory. In prior times they would have been labeled juvenile delinquents. I know I lived in those times. However, not as I am now.

Above me the three-quarters moon remains hidden behind a blanket of black clouds. Her white pristine glow peeked out as I arrived, stealthily moving over the bridge built for urban tank patrols. One of the Transformed I travel through the silent dark streets of the decaying city killing who I must for the survival of humanity and for my own survival.

These days people rarely go out past midnight. It began with Homeland Security’s lock-down of New York City’s coastline seven years ago. Now the Homeland Forces have deserted this sector of the city. At night they hide inside their lavish underground compounds in fear of the night creatures, only patrolling part of the city during the grayish light of day. Their beetle-like, olive-drab vehicles crawl over the broken streets taser-beaming anyone they deem suspicious.

Only the lure of finding the ET drug, Pexsatasi, or the neon-radiant underground parties, draw anyone into the domain of the night creatures, escaped horror experiments that were supposed to be the New Protectors, the super soldiers that would keep all of us safe from the terrorists and from the sudden influx of interplanetary scum descending onto Earth. Now I hunt the worst of the night creatures to protect us all.

Tonight I wait for a man I am told is an ally. Why do I trust this meeting? I don’t. But I am desperate. I am like everyone else inside this city that has become no more than a sprawling prison. Barricades, watchtowers and an electronic grid prevent escape for most. And like most, I seek the smallest glimmer of hope, even though hope has become the enemy in the constant bleakness of our lives.

Though my enhanced physique and mental powers remain exceptionally vigorous, I need help. Those like me, there are too few of us to continue the fight. Too few of us to win a decisive victory over the night creatures. We are overwhelmed by the multiplying numbers. They feed, not only on the humans they capture, treats to be slowly dissected and savored, but on the remaining animals. The rats stampede from them, hurling themselves against the electronic fence, crashing pops similar to the sounds of a vicious hailstorm.

An unstoppable army, the night creatures also feed on any kind of death ... yes, their own ... and garbage. The old landfills are their havens, and where I do most of my killing. In an irony few appreciate New York City has never been cleaner, despite the overall decline of the buildings and infrastructure. Even a wad of chewing gum doesn’t last the night.

A flutter of wings has me whirling around, on guard, my lightsword drawn ... however it is only a small flock of pigeons, who have learned how to avoid the feeding night creatures. No, not the brilliantly gleaming lightsword of Stars Wars, but a dark energy that looks like oil residue on asphalt after a rain. The shimmer of prism colors formed into any shape of blade, slices through the several layers of hide that is the gruesome, greenish flesh of the night creatures.

Hearing another whisper of sound, I jump whipping around in midair. The glimmering edge of a long blade catches my eye, a real metal blade formed from the extreme heat of diamond lasers.

“Fire Witch,” a smoky deep voice emanates from the night’s blackness.

“From the court of the crimson king,” I respond, my voice hushed. I do not lower my lightsword. Not yet. The night creatures can imitate human voices perfectly.

“You know me.” The man’s low timber does things to my insides I ignore, and sounds slightly amused.

“I was told we have never met.” I stand my ground, sensing for anything that will tell me precisely where he is. The blade’s edge has disappeared into the deep gloom and the moon’s light fails me, remaining a captive of the thick clouds.

“We’ve only met in your dreams. Long ago in your dreams.” His voice is a seductive tease and intentionally mysterious.

A tiny rustle alerts me. I swing around in one fluid motion, arcing my sword to counter his. Our blades meet and hold, a press of strength against strength.

“Enemy,” I snarl.

He laughs, only a quick rumble of sound, and lowers his blade. “Take my head. I give it to you.”

To say shock streaks through my limbs like branched lightning is an understatement. Persistent rumors of real Immortals have circulated for years now. And not merely rumors, but grainy out-of-focus vids and pictures ... plus the testimonials of those who are trusted, who swear on what they have witnessed.

“I don’t want your head. I want the truth.” I stand ready to strike again, even as he emerges from the night. The moon’s rays suddenly illuminate his features. I gasp and step back, then immediately recover my balance. Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander, stands before me.

“You can’t be real,” I whisper.

“That’s what you said to me often, when I stepped into your dimension. Into your bedroom. Has it been fifteen years now since my last visit?” He smiles with such knowing, my stomach tightens against my spine and I remember those times, long ago, before my transformation, when his presence inside my bedroom felt so vivid and real it confused me, and frightened me. Because I knew it wasn’t a dream. I was always awake.

“What the damn hell are you talking about?” My temper is aroused. I need proof. I need something besides what I am seeing and hearing. I need to stop this stupid silly rush of desire that threatens to turn me into a panting wanton.

“Reality is in the eye of the beholder.” He shrugs slightly, elegantly, then leans one palm on his sword, a casual posture.

“Great. That answers my question.” My readied sword begins to feel useless in this bizarre situation. Bizarre, big fat hell, all things weird have become the norm in this era of time.

“Did you know that every media show, TV or movie, is merely a reflection of what occurs in another dimension?” His eyes flash powerfully over my face, and his gaze seeks to penetrate mine.

“So you skipped dimensions just to visit me. Gee, I’m touched all the way down to my soul.”

“Touched,” he rasps, his tone velvet. I quiver inside and hope it doesn’t show in my gaze. “I do plan to touch you all the way down to your soul.”

“Not in my dreams,” I quip, thinking I’m all too clever. One thing I do know whoever he is, he’s not a night creature. Lust, passion, desire, it doesn’t exist for them. They can’t even imitate its expression.

“No, not in your dreams...” He grins gradually, a wicked glint to his gaze. “Do you recall the dance scene on the rooftop where my lovely partner ends up dying in an air raid?” I know my eyes give me away. I feel their brief widening. “I felt your woman’s deepest wish to be inside my arms dancing with me.” He takes a step toward me, all athletic prowess – his dark gaze compelling, passionate.

“Mine? What about every other woman...” His head is slowly shaking as if my words matter not to the ultimate outcome. Maybe they don’t. I notice my own rapid breath, the weakening of my knees.

“I felt each of your heart’s desires ... yours were always the fiercest ...”
Suddenly I am flush against him. His arm is an uncompromising band around my waist. He lifts me bringing our lips together.
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If you are a fan of the egg-citing Adrian Paul or his alter ego, the Highlander, tell the Kougar one of your fave moments or episodes.

Bonus pic from the TV show ~ Tracker ~

HAVE A JOYOUS EASTER!

Bunny Hopping Goodies

Spring-folicking Big Cats, the Kougaress survived this trial by transportation day, and it wasn’t easy... meows of thanks to those who sent positive vibes! And to the Divine for all assistances rendered.
Who knew rodents enjoyed the taste of engine wires so much?
On the way back home, she saw swooping sailing hawks. She also spied that strange bob-tailed cat she happened on once before... not a manx, but maybe a domestic-wildcat hybrid, matings which do occurr. And! the Kougaress saw a turkle, a young male gobbler all by himself near a low wooded area... a handsome fellow.
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Remember, cute, but ferocious Kittens! BUNNY HOPPING GOODIES are yours for the hunting ~ Collect the eggs to win some nifty sexy book prizes AND! enjoy all the deliciously sexy eye candy.
The Bunny Hop Blog Tour begins this Friday, April 2nd through April 4th ~ START HERE ~ Mary Quast ~ http://maryquast.blogspot.com ~

Here’s the title of moi’s bloggie... and yes-meowsers, there will be pics!

Bunny Hop Tour ~ Meeting the Highlander
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Synchronicity yowls, a bumper song on Coast to Coast played just as moi was referencing her short story, THE TIGER’S MASQUERADE... she heard ‘tigers waiting to be tamed’ ... and knowing the song, but not knowing the artist or title of the song, she went searching the Webbie...
Clocks by Coldplay lyrics. Lights go out and I can't be saved. Tides that I tried to swim against ... A tiger's waiting to be tamed.
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The Kougaress found out a toady secret... this is at BBC news...

Toads can 'predict earthquakes' and seismic activity
By Matt Walker
Editor, Earth News

Common toad (Bufo bufo)

Common toads appear to be able to sense an impending earthquake and will flee their colony days before the seismic activity strikes.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

Getting in the Mood For Erotic Romance

Let's face it, sometimes I'm just not in the mood to write--or even talk, about sex.

Moi's mewsings...
In the mood... yeah, there are those times that try a writer's erotic romance souls.
Usually, if I read someone else's hot goodness or if I see a pic of a particularly sexy man that'll do the trick. Music is always a mood setter.
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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 458 ~

Sylva had the overwhelming sensation she took part in a play. “Josita,” possum-man spoke up, but didn’t move. “I know that voice,” Nevada growlie boomed. “What handle are you going by, Donald? He’s a crack shot, son. Keep your aim.” Sylva heard Nevada move past her, then caught the glint of his pistol before she saw him... from what she could tell, Zeke didn’t fall far from the tall apple tree. “Hold on. What’s this, Donald? That fancy tech piece looks dangerous as a viper about to crawl up my pants leg. You trying to do me and mine harm?”

Zeke eased to the left for a better aim at Donald. His bride followed, sidling next to him. Damn pleased, he made a mental note to praise her once their honeymoon continued. “Didn’t know they was yer kin, Nevada. We was only told to get the woman and bring her back... if we wanted our kin. And before you belittle our man parts for not takin’ ‘em on, they’re locked away in an underground fortress, ain’t they, Coon?” Zeke glanced at Coon. He’d gone pale as the Silver Moon beneath his tan. “We ain’t got no fancy armaments,” Coon agreed.
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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 ~ 457 ~ 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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REBEL BIG CAT RANT ~

OMYGAWD!!! Now the FDA has banned ear candles... that is patently unscrupulous... talk about getting rid of the competition. Moi has used ear candles before, not often. They are a traditional folk remedy, successfully used for ages to clean wax and other debris build-up inside the ear’s canal, including fungus. Heck, bugs and other such nasties have been pulled out without harm to the ear.
This Big Cat knows folks who absolutely rely on this method of healing. Gee, ear candles don’t kill you like the drug used for ear problems does. That drug also ruins the bones of the ear.
The Kougar hopes anyone who knows how to make ear candles will continue doing so and that they are never ever caught or raided. Another skill-craft this Big Cat wishes she knew. Thank God, for the renegades... as the song says.
Yep, that’s the new health revolution taking place in our beloved land... force folks to buy what will harm them and kill them. All this is, is EVIL having it’s own way with all of us.

And, if you’re one of those souls who never cared for history, or you simply were never taught any kind of history in depth... well, history IS REPEATING itself in the most horrific ways, right now. Hitler had a youth corp, the brown shirts. These young folks were trained in the ways of the third reich and carried out monstrous acts at the direction of, and for the Fatherland. This same use of, and militarizing of the youth to carry out brutalities also happened in the formation of red communist China. It’s also one reason why the Khmer Rouge regime, renowned for the killing fields of Cambodia, murdered anyone who was considered intelligent or an intellectual, those who knew history... those who could read, so they could take over the youth and direct them toward their evil-power ends.

Yep, these days it may be dangerous to be an oldster and have a degree in history, unless your version of history agrees with those in power at the moment.

~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP ~ http://infowars.com ~ Alex Jones for a PEACEFUL REPUBLIC ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~

HAPPY SPRING!

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

Bunny soft kisses from the Kougar...

Eye Candy and Chocolate Bunnies

Yes, dearest darling-est Big Kittens, if you find those chocolate bunnies taste oh-so yummy, but you have a yen for a different kind of luscious candy to eye... yeah, marshmallow peeps, jelly bean eggs and the assorted varieties of holiday-sugary treats in your Easter basket aren’t doing it for you... well, does the Kougar have a solution for you.
There will be EYE CANDY galore. Plus, you’ll have the best of both worlds ~ Eye Candy to ogle and Chocolate Bunnies to munch on.

Yep, it’s COMING FOR EASTER ~ The Bunny Hop Blog Tour starts this Friday, April 2nd through April 4th ~

Here’s the title of moi’s bloggie... and yes-meowsers, there will be pics!

Bunny Hop Tour ~ Meeting the Highlander

*** Here’s the list of participating authors and the prize they will be giving away ***

Mary Quast- prize autographed Tormented Soul and Bead bookmark)

Savannah Kougar- Stallion of Ash and Flame

Dawne Prochilo- Crape Myrtle

Madelyn Ford- Faith Revisited

Gem Sivad- A Staged Affair

Elise Hepner- ?

Chloe Waits- Flesh for Fantasy and Demon Desire

Becca Simone- Midnight Treat

Jeanne St James- Rip Cord
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And yowls to the Full Moon! The Kougar is blogging at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Tuesday, March 30th ~ her usual slot. Since she hasn’t fully written her bloggie, here’s the title ~ Three, Three, Three... the bunnies are hopping your way...
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Authoress news and mews ~

Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Pat Cunningham’s First Blog!!!

Welcome to the 21st Century
By Pat Cunningham

(I know it's Saturday, but I'm not sure of my schedule so I'm posting this now. Pretend it's Monday, or wait until Monday and read it then. Either works for me.)

Last week I finally scraped enough pennies together, took the plunge and bought a laptop.
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Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~

Available 1 APR - The "Be Mused" Anthology

The Be Mused Anthology is a collection of 5 lighthearted short stories about muses, their writers, and love.
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

New Release Today : Repossession by Elise Hepner
Today my new Excessica erotica release Repossession hits online shelves!
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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 456 ~

Sylva edged even closer to Zeke, yet kept her gaze fastened on shot-up man, who had suddenly stilled and looked to be playing possum. It comforted her somewhat that Zeke’s father, Nevada, might recognize the attackers. At the same time, the fact they’d come to abduct her... well, her stomach roiled and her inner self screamed. Still, there was a niggling part of her that wanted to try out her witchy powers, if she really did have them. Experiment. Sylva restrained herself and listened to the commanding approach of footsteps. “Zeke, Martha, you okay? We got Lariat’s varmint under control.”

Zeke eased his stance some. “Dad, we’re okay. Come on in.” Refocusing his hawk-like gaze on the second bushwhacker, he aimed to stop the man from grabbing the tech-advanced pistol. “One move,” he warned. “One move,” Aunt Martha echoed, her tone fierce as a mother bear. “This is certainly a scene I didn’t expect to see durin’ your honeymoon, son. Hello, Sylva, I was expectin’ to meet you proper like when Zeke brought you home to the ranch.” Zeke heard his dad pivot toward the first bushwhacker. “Did I hear right? You know the Mesa Cantina?” The sudden silence became deafening.
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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 ~ 455 ~ 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. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP ~ http://infowars.com ~ Alex Jones for a PEACEFUL REPUBLIC ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~

HAPPY SPRING!

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

Chocolate hopping smooch from the Kougar...

Yep, the Spammer Got it

Drizzly evening smooches, my Beautiful Big Cats, yep, some nasty noisy spammer got hold of the moi’s email addy, and used it to advertise a towering member product. So, if you see 80% in the subject line, delete immediately!!! Please!
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Okay, Kittens, the Kougar is still working away on her Tiger short story, making progress on her editing, but the deadline is looming! So plaintive yowls... will she make it?
Of course, Zyrru, the hero’s towering member makes more than one appearance and is inspired by the heroine, Stacy... only. No drugs of any kind were used in the penning of this particular story.
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About a week ago, the Kougaress had this epic dream of being with Adrian Paul... no, not in the towering member way... though, it was a super cool action dream in a lot of ways, including ‘flying’ with him... you know, those flying dreams we have. In this dream, the flying scenes followed tone of the story and the colors were bold shades like an oil painting, yet also dark-toned, sort of like BREED, where Adrian Paul played a vampire in a future world ... AND, BY THE WAY, the Kougar will be starring Adrian Paul as her hottie during the BUNNY HOP BLOG TOUR, scheduled to begin Friday, April 2nd and continuing through Sunday, April 4th.
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This Big Cat was musing on the state of our world, and how many of us are feeling a sense of depression about how things are going in general... gee, natural enough, just given the economy, itself... yet, there’s this weird idea *out there* that drugs like Prozac are somehow required for an emotion suitable to the current situation.
Other than the fact the drug companies make tons o’ money, why promote the idea that natural emotions are bad or that having a feeling of depression is some kind of syndrome? No, we’re human beings. We have emotions and feelings. They go up and down. They change. They respond to whatever we’re experiencing in our lives. You know, like your mood or emotion can change by simply listening to certain songs. At some point, it could be speculated that there will be a *Music-listening Syndrome*, and, well, all you need is this little pill to smooth it all out and make it all go away.
So, if any mental health professional or any nosey busybody or anyone from the government asks how you’re doing and how you’re feeling... here’s a suggestion... put a dream-like smile on your face and say...

Happy, happy, happy
pennies from heaven
a bowl full of cherries
oh, look, the end of the rainbow
and I see the blue bird of happiness
Wow, there’s the light at the end of the tunnel
I know sunny days are here again...
I’m whistling on my way to work these days...
Oh my, it looks like it going to rain, but there’s a silver lining in every cloud...
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Authoress news and mews ~

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Heightening the Senses
by Chloe Waits

Well it's Wicked Wednesday, and here are some ideas to get you over the um, hump!
My post today is about heightening the senses.
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Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~

Can you tell I'm stalled?
By Crystal Kauffman

I popped over to a blog this morning, following a link my new editor placed on her blog. (I’m a hopeless link follower) The blog was funny.
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THANKS, Adelle Laudan! at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG.

Congratulations to Savanna Kougar. You've won my Iron Horse Rider Series in Ebook.
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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 451 ~

Sylva turned, watching Aunt Martha rise and quickly move to a draped contract station. “Anything I can do?” she asked in the following silence. “Yep, darlin’, come stand beside me and point that gun at the door. Shoot if anyone comes in who ain’t Lariat.” Padding next to her cowboy, Sylva positioned herself. “What does Lariat look like?” With the side of her body pressed against his, she felt Zeke relax his stance some. “He’s a blonde, blue-eyed, good lookin’ devil. The ranch’s brand is on his jacket lapel. A horse jumpin’ over the sun and clouds.” Sylva heard boot-wearing footsteps.

Zeke felt his Sylva tense and aim. “Sounds like Lariat. That you, Lariat? Gun is pointed in your direction.” The steps halted, then spun around. “Dang! The varmint!” Aunt Martha raced toward them, her rifle at her side. “I’ll get ‘im,” she shouted, running past them and out the door. “Hell.” Zeke prayed like all get out. He couldn’t leave Sylva. If he picked up their enemy’s advanced-tech pistol and tried using the stun setting to keep him knocked out, it could have nasty consequences. The pistol could explode at his touch. “Sylva...” Several shots sounded close by. “Got him!”
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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 ~ 450 ~ 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. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP HAS ARRIVED ~ http://infowars.com ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~

HAPPY SPRING!

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

Happy, happy, happy smooches from the Kougar...