Love Romances Cafe' ~ Open the Door to Blue Paradise

Kitty Kat Kougar is deep in edits and for a break, National Treasure. Thus, here is moi's first excerpt on the Yahoo Loop ~ Love Romances Cafe' ~

Open the door to Blue Paradise ~ where every erotic dream comes true ~

Excerpt:
"Lady Sheridan Kayla Woadeir," Clarence intoned in his best aristocratic voice. A broad smile broke over his face, brightening his countenance to near jolly. He widened the door, inviting her entrance.
She stepped into the cobalt and pearl foyer, smiling in return. "How are you, Clarence?"
"Sunny azure days ahead now, Lady Sheridan. He’s up in the grand office. Go on. I’ll ring up your arrival."
Her high heels clicking on the alabaster brilliant floor, Sheridan watched her image in the nouveau shimmer panels. The panels reflected the immense entry room’s light creating a crystalline ambiance.
Sheridan had resorted to dressing in the way he used to passion smolder over. She had no idea if that was still true.
Sapphire blue, gleaming sapphire. The luxury satin dress fit her curves, bared her arms, bared her legs from the knee down to her matching high heels. The pearls around her throat matched the moon’s color of last evening and provided a tiny touch of comfort.
Sliding her fingers along her pearls, Sheridan moved up the long curving sweep of stairs, low steps designed for a woman. Butterflies battled to escape her stomach once she stood at the top on the wine red carpet.
Keeping her feet moving, she glided toward the open office door, as if she moved inside a pocket of air. Reality seemed a horizon away.
He didn’t speak when she entered. He casually leaned back on his chair, one foot propped up on the dark shining wood of his enormous desk. Potent power and grace, he stood, silently moving to one side.
He motioned to a swivel cushioned chair before his desk. His presence had always made her feel sultry. Once his sultry woman. It was no different now. Her whole body was a sultry sizzle rhythm. She felt it to her core as she approached the chair and sat.
Her legs crossed, she steepled her fingers, watching him pivot. Lithe, powerful as a cougar, he returned to his chair. She’d seen the media’s view of him, unavoidable in her ‘horse show’ circle. Confronted with him, her breath demanded freedom from her body.
Like a cougar, the way he moved, his fierce intense nature, that was how she’d always seen him. Cougar in male beautiful form. Cougar spirit incarnated to man.
Goddess behold! She had loved him.
Sheridan didn’t blame the women who wanted him, not just for his status or his wealth but for the primal and the aristocratic blend he was as a man, as a lover, the way he made a woman feel.
Pure sensual desire. Pure sensual need. Pure ferocious passion for him.
She waited, knowing that was his cougar-and-prey game with her. She waited, her gaze fondling the burnished waves of his dark mahogany hair, streaked with wild sunlight.
"Sheridan."
The rough grazing purr of his voice made her shiver inside. She met his gaze boldly. Never flee before a cougar. Always stand your ground, even if faced with the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen.
Pale emerald, so ice crystalline, his eyes were always startling, always stunning.
"Baron Vettura," she returned, her tone icy cordiality. Sheridan knew her eyes glowed hot. She felt it. She shook back her hair. "It has been a while." ~
Sizzle Excerpt: http://www.sirenpublishing.com/savannakougar/asobp.asp
All Shades of Blue Paradise [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book I] ~ an aristocratic fantasy available from Siren Publishing ~ sirenpublishing.com ~
Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book II] ~ coming from Siren Publishing
When a Good Angel Falls ~ coming from BookStrand late in 2008
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ savannakougar.com

Cafe' kisses from the Kougar...

Fangs and Snarling...

Lots of bared fangs and lots of snarling, my Brave Big Cats, the Kougar finally hunt-located her inexpensive unpretentious white washing machine ~ and now awaits the arrival scheduled for Monday. Hopefully, moi's garment cleanser will dutifully serve for many, many years. As it should. Meow-snarl!

On the hunt, the Kougaress ~ while slowly rolling down her drive in her van ~ came upon a young box turtle. A sweet thing, who merely allowed moi to carry her to safety while hardly a change in expression. Perhaps, because the storms were wind and rain-lashing brutal last night, and she was tired.

At the fierce advance of lightning, just as the Kougar switched off her computer, the power ceased, and blackness ruled. Eventually the lone orange candle staved off the darkness. *Grateful grateful* several hours later the power was restored, thus, saving moi's ice cream.

Along the route today, my Big Kitties, large limbs had been broken away by the storm, and it was an easy game of dodge until the highway. The wild turkey was not so easy to dodge. Strangely to moi, hen turkey ran back and forth in front of the Kougar, finally taking off and winging just above a barbed wire fence. Eggs somewhere? Hatched babies?

A fantastic guest blogger on Title Magic, race on over. Lexie has brought all of us CJ Lyons, author of Lifeline. Her post is titled, SECRETS TO A PERFECT PITCH BY GUEST BLOGGER CJ LYONS. Mew-sings below.

CJ, what a great learning post for me. I can usually come up with good blurbs. However, I've never actually pitched any of my novels. This gives me better ways to talk with just the people you meet who want to know what your book is about. I've never figured how to do that well.
Plus, this is good for a web presence like Terry was speaking about.
BTW, Mel & Terry, both your pitches are fantastic. I enjoyed them and they made me smile!
I'm going to have to start thinking about how to do this.
How about "Open the door to Blue Paradise, where every erotic dream comes true."
Of course, that may not work in some circles!

Un-fanged smooch from the Kougar...

Shucks! What is a Chessie...

Purring-hi, my Incredible Big Cats. Today is Mel Heir day on Kougar Kisses. We're all celebrating because this is Mel's first sale. Her short story, Dead Chessie, is featured in the 7th anniversary issue of aoilfe's kiss. For more info paw-hop on over to Title Magic ~ titlemagic.blogspot.com ~

In Mel's own inimitable words:

And the story? If you followed ATIV, then you're already familiar with Dead Chessie's main character, Bard Anna Martin. She's stationed on Maryland's Eastern Shore, investigating the corpse of a big dead snake that, according to the overeager were-golden retriever on the police force, is more than it seems. The clues Anna uncovers reveals the consequences of a peer's bad decisions and the truth about a local legend.

Moi's mew-sings below ~

Fabulously cool, Mel! The cover art is spiffy. I assume you can purchase online. A were golden retriever -- does that mean he gets to meet my shifter chihuahuas?

The Kougar is thrilled for Mel. And what perfect timing, since moi must hunt down a new washer instead of attending to her ever-popular feline-famous blog. Old gusher faithful just bit the bucket, and will soon be on the way to metal recycling heaven.

Shucks, Mel, what is a Chessie?

Happy-for-you-kisses from the Kougar...

The Beauty of the Male Anatomy in a Kilt

Gorgeous Big Cats all, kilt synchronicity strikes again. Last evening as the lightning storms, the constantly rumbling thunder owned the skies and the rains slammed the tame prairie, the TV was actually on for weather info. Between tornado alerts, severe storm alerts and a raging fuel tank fire, some funny-clip show on NBC was allowed a little air time.

Lo and great behold, there they were in a local parade, the men in kilts, standing proud and high on top of their float. And the lads on board were more than likely high on a bit of booze, from the look of their red-tinted mugs. Suddenly it occurred. Crash, bang, part of the float collapsed. And boom! down to the street one of the kilted fell. His legs flew up, his bonnie kilt flew up...and there was the telltale blur of! that man ain't got no underwear on! Yep, everything was hanging out and on display for whoever was standing at that spot on the parade route.

Okay, you have see it, to roar a barking laugh like the Kougar howled at the sight, and the ensuing replay.

With 'synchronicity' acknowledged, now ~ da-da ~ the beauty of the male anatomy in a kilt. No, the Kougar is not merely enjoying the lack of tighty whities beneath those handsome pleated plaids. No, moi has always owned a purring-appreciation for a man's legs. Baseball players have them ~ not the brawny Babe Ruth type of gams ~ but the sleeker sinewy ~ meow-okay, like Adrian Paul, or the un-named example in the accompanying pic. Yum-purr however, it wasn't his legs the Kougar licked her lips over and 'over' fantasy appreciated. It's the virile splendor of how his shoulders and back are shaped, and the delicious-sexy way his waist is shaped, then the sculpted beauty of his hips and *goddess bless it* that is one fine gorgeous butt! just before the kilt begins. Oh gawd...yowling-yes!
Before the Kougaress drools unlady-like...she will end this blogging session.

Food! Kitties, Evonne blogs on Title Magic ~ titlemagic.blogspot.com ~ about the opportunities authors have to use food in their novels, and her own preferences. Mew-sings below.
Evonne, that is absolutely fascinating to me. While I love food, I've never done the shopping cart observations, except for whoever is behind me and ahead of me. At restaurants, I don't really care what anyone else is eating. Now, if I happen to see something that looks good, I'll ask about it. Strange, I only care about what I'm hungry for, and what the person(s) I'm with are hungry for.
I do have food descriptions in my novels, especially food sensual scenes. Anyone remember Tom Jones, that great lusty scene?
Like Anitra, I often take extra care on my futuristics or OtherWorld stories simply because it is worldbuilding, and I'm curious, and it goes to the culture(s) in those worlds.
One WIP I'm working, the hero is using food to tempt the heroine, to essentially woo her by offering the foods she loves at his birthday party, but doesn't have the budget for...like lobster and sweet crab, and mushrooms sauteed in expensive wine, then flambe' cherries -- okay, sorry, for getting carried away.
I do have to agree it's always driven me crazy in novels where food is wasted. I grit my teeth and carry on if I'm enjoying the story.
Oh, I just remembered, I'm including some of my own recipes, brownies and chocolate chip cookies, in another WIP... 'cause I think it adds to the 'flavoring' and the fun.

Kilt-mania kisses from the Kougar...

The Yellow Postcard & Monkey See...

Meow-hello, my Beloved Big Cats, the Kougar had planned to bring the enjoyment of kilt eye candy, or men in kilts today. However, Fate has postponed that scrumptious-hunky post. Why? You mew? All because of the yellow postcard. No, not the Beatles' yellow submarine, a delightful and profound animation the Kougar adores. But the yellow postcard, one moi designed, and one the Kougaress thought never to lay her kitty eyes upon again. But, there it was! In her mailbox, along with her ShapeShifter Romance magnets from AJ Hampton (purr-thanks, AJ) ~ and along with the book, Unstable Environment by Marcia Colette (marciacolette.com) ~ thank you, Marcia!
Stunned, the Kougar stared, checked it over several times disbelievingly, then stared again at the yellow postcard which had been included in her final manuscript submission to Dorchester for the American Title IV Romantic Times contest, with the request that the stamped postcared be returned so moi would know that Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis had been received. That, my dear kitties, was about a year ago.
However, that's not the Fate kicker...yowling-obviously. For, the Kougar had just signed her contract with Siren-BookStrand to publish Murder by Hair Spray...and was in the very act of placing the addressed envelope in her mailbox...and there it was! said yellow postcard, now hanging-pinned to the Kougar's office door frame.
Omen...? doo-doo-doo...there are no accidents...in the great wide universe...hey! does moi need a personal consultation with Yoda?
Good bright yellow omen, moi hopes so!!! Sunny publishing and selling days ahead. Gee, wouldn't that be nice. The Kougaress can live with that!
Presented today on Title Magic and posted by the Kougar ~
The Magical Pen of P.E. Cunningham
Greetings all, today we have a special treat. Pat Cunningham, American Title IV finalist for her manuscript, A Touch of Heaven, has graciously consented to allow her interview with Fantasy & Science Fiction magazine ~ sfsite.com ~ to be presented on Title Magic (actually, she spell-twisted my arm ~ and I had to sage the place).
And, thus *with the wave of my all-powerful blogger wand* it is so. And, truthfully, I’m thrilled.
Interview: P.E. Cunningham on "Monkey See…"
John Joseph Adams June 1, 2008
P.E. Cunningham, author of "Monkey See…," which appears in our June 2008 issue–said...FOR THE REST OF THE STORY...glide and stride on over to ~ titlemagic.blogspot.com ~
Sunny fate kisses from the Kougar...

Blessed Are Those Who Truly Care

Today on Title Magic, my Wonderful Big Cats, is THE POWER OF LOVE ~ and a praiseworthy way to spend your charitable dollars. In all cat unblinking honesty, the Kougar is not real growling-happy with a whole lot of charities out there, for several reasons moi will not devote the time to explaining. Think what you will about that. However, this from-the-heart effort is an exception. Please take a sweet stroll over to ~ titlemagic.blogspot.com ~ to read what Patricia has to say. For Blessed are those who truly care, and take action.
Twelve of us contributed an original short story to The Power of Love, a benefits romance anthology. It's scheduled for release tomorrow, June 3, 2008.
All of us - Lori Foster, Erin McCarthy, Toni Blake, Dianne Castell, Karen Kelley, Rosemary Laurey, Janice Maynard, LuAnn McLane, Lucy Monroe, Kay Stockham, J.C. Wilder and I - and our agents have donated all of our proceeds from this project to the Hamilton County (Ohio) YWCA Battered Women's Shelter.

Caring kisses from the Kougar...

Flash! and Experimental Crash

Hello, my Lovely Big Cats, have you ever written that novel, that poem, that story you just purring-positively adored...but *the big sexy butt* of it is, your penned creation just wasn't ready for prime time, or considered publishable by the big boy publishers, or even by all the wonderful small print and e-publishers?

If you have, you will be tolerant and empathetic toward the Kougar's plight. Or to her SEx Flash Fiction offering at ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ and also offered below, just for us, my Exquisite and Adorable Cats.

The theme today was one of betrayal. And there are lots of absolutely FLASHING fabulous, emotionally deep ~ NO ONE UNDER 18 ~ entries. Parade on over, Big Kitties.

Hey all, loving the depth of emotion in all the flashes, and the variety!

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Presented today for your non-enjoyment are three very uneven flashes. And remember, kiddies, this is HOW YOU SHOULD NOT WRITE!!! Consider this a valuable lesson in what it takes not to get published.
However, I couldn't RESIST, since I had such fun writing all the retaliation scenes in this novel, Risk-Fierce Ravishing Pilot ~ which was a writing experiment for me -- you know, writing on the road less traveled.
In my defense, whenever I entered it contests 30% of the judges loved it, 30% hated it, and the rest thought I needed basic grammar lessons. I had one judge rave for three pages over it. And when I entered it in RWA's Golden Heart contest, I received one score of 10, which was the highest score at that time. So, on the whole, I don't consider it a failure. Although, it's not publishable in today's market.
This is a space opera story set on another world and in a different space and time. I was going for culture and atmosphere, which is considerably different than our Earth culture.

ONE

"Is it sporting-sex safe?" Roshee asked, her gaze teasing-curious as she quick-glided beside Kazmaryk. They had been friends since middle childhood.
"So it sport-appears...for now. He claims he is marriage-properly vow-courting me," she desert-dry confided.
"And you ferocious-doubt his bar-words," Roshee probed, signaling for beverage service.
"Chuxor," they harmony-spoke together, memory-grinning at each other.
"That handsome dashing man played me for the heart-soft romantic fool...months of sweetest courtship...a few nights of marathon-glorious passion...and all he truly ambition-desired--"
"Was the commerce-expansion of his import business," Roshee flat-derided, accepting her tingle-elation drink. "Retaliation was fierce fun." She brilliant-dainty smiled.

TWO

"Goddess superiority reigns! Revenge was ambrosia. His mistake was in believing I would remain his passion-adoring puppet. His to command into the vast new market of space."
"I will never...holy convent never...forget the dazed desolate look on his face, when he disembarked from Grinkiv’s delivery ship."
Roshee erupted into loud giggles, sipping her drink to regain some composure.
"I know," Kazmaryk savored, lioness-wide smiling. "And eventually Grinkiv did forgive my tiny deception...especially since there were no repercussions...and as a woman she understood my ruthless rage."
Knowing Grinkiv, a Yeffig woman, salivated over erotic taming men of different races, with their permission, Kazmaryk had delivered Chuxor to the white-fur large primate pilot. She was leaving on a short Run, returning to Artusa within a few cycles of the moon. Kazmaryk had gift-delivered him in Yeffig sexual tradition--with his wrists cuffed before him, his lips clamped--and oiled-completely naked.

THREE

"Sex-besides!" Roshee wicked-smiled. "She did immensely enjoy slave-training him to her particular pleasures. That was the highest fun--listening to her tales of what she made him lusting-do to her. How she enjoyed whip-lashing his molasses smooth buttocks... threatening his male-limp sensitivity whenever he balked at dutiful performance–" Roshee burst into huge giggles.
"And the moral of our little story is: never confide to a woman you plan to ambition-use and heart-ruin, what manner of alien woman most disgusts your passion palate," Kazmaryk triumphed, touching her container to Roshee’s in mutual understanding of the misguided ego-monstrous male.

Experimental smooches from the Kougar...