Woodpeckers Abound

Ah, late evening meows, my slinky sensational Felines... it was a Spring sunshiney day on the tame prairie... and omy how those woodpeckers thrive and knock-knock on wood... the Kougaress has never heard such dedicated tap-tapping, and so much of it... oh, and there was an exquisite adorable cardinal who came for a short visit... swooping and showing himself off... he perched on top of the fence rail a few feet away for long moments and seemed to say ‘hi’...
Recently moi read this insane article about how the flowers are losing their scent and that if humanity wants to save the smell of blooms they must be genetically modified... gee, what would that do to the birds, the bees and the butterflies... not to mention all of us critters on Mother Earth... and, wow, does this Big Cat have news for that ‘idiot, money grubber’ scientist... his blossoms may have lost their perfume, but here, well, the Kougaress can so truthfully mew that her flowers smell absolutely potently fragrant and heavenly... in fact, they’ve never smelled better... she attributes that, in part, to all the *natural* fertilizer they receive... who would have thunk?
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Lots of Big Cats are jittery these days about what’s coming down the pike, or the monstrous train that’s roaring toward us in the tunnel... so, please, take extra care out there, the Kougaress loves ya!
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Swipes of Synchronicity ~

On the Power Hour internet radio program, hosted by Dr. Nick Begich, Duke University was mentioned, along with the spiritual power of White Wolves... nope, Duke, the Kougar’s hero is not giving up on getting his story fully written.
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Authoress news and mews ~

If you’ve a mind for an expanded version of the Kougar’s blog ~ Where Are the Romance Novel Cowboys? ~ Check out the HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog for ~ Cowboys Don’t Do Romance Photos ~ on Friday, the 9th ~
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

My Thirteen Favorite Romantic Movies

1. Some Kind of Wonderful
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Featured at Jolie Cain’s blog ~ oh is this little pleasure critter adorable!

Wednesday's Wicked Wishlist-Beaded Dolphin ~ http://joliecainauthor.blogspot.com ~
Beaded Dolphin
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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 466 ~

Sylva felt bewildered to the max as Zeke herded her up the steps, his manner so protective and manly her heart melted. She also felt guilty. Shards of guilt lashed at her insides, given she was the cause of all this. In a way. Once they were upstairs, he gently took the pistol, placing it back in the holster. “We need to hurry, darlin’. Let’s go find you some travelin’ duds.” She nodded, turning with him toward her dressing area. “I’m sorry,” she choked out. “I mean, I didn’t mean to... to bring all this down on you, and your family.”

Zeke felt his brow deeply furrow. Halting, he spun his woman around so fast, he witnessed her head swim, and saw her unfocused eyes. “You are not the cause, Sylva. This kind of trouble’s been brewing here for a long time, and now it’s boiling over. You heard what Coon and Snake said about havin’ to live out there on the fringes of society, hidin’ out just to protect themselves and their kin.” Zeke drew his bride close, hugging her tight against him. Her little arms wound around him and he felt the sweetness of her heart move inside 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 ~ 465 ~ 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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GO! STATE OF ARIZONA, GO! And may every state follow.

~~~ 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...

Heaven scent kisses from the Kougar...

Where Are the Romance Novel Cowboys?

Brain-spinning yowls and greetings, my fancy and fabulous KitKats... the Kougar spent a whole lot of this day searching out those *not to be found* cowboys to be the stars on her cover for BRANDED BY THE TEXANS...
So, where are you Stetson-wearing, rough-tough cowboys hiding? And, why hideout from us desperate romance novelists who adore you? And only want your images to sexily grace our covers.
There’s a market there, boys... if yer of a mind to sell photos of yourselves through the royalty free pictures sites.
Or, if you’re holed up in the hole-in-the-wall... why not invite us to join you for a secret photo session... yep, we’ll bring the whiskey and good times... and? Maybe a little hanky panky pantin’... we won’t reveal your location... wink, wink... unless, you want us tell our best girlfriends and gal pal authors.
Good gosh, wouldn’t that be a fun erotic romance novel to pen... stalking the wild cowboy... infra-red trail cameras, lookin’ for boot tracks or horse hoof prints in the soft ground... maybe a stray hair or two caught in the brush... a lost sweat-stained Stetson... a frayed lariat.. Bait, okay, let’s see... freshly brewing coffee on the early morning winds... yep, sorta like the way some are searching for Big Foot... okay, maybe not, still, our elusive cowboy could have big feet... if yer gettin’ my drift here... and this Big Cat cowboy-lover is definitely drifting toward the extra naughty in her always-wicked imaginings...
Wait! The Kougar’s next title and inspiration ~ Stalking the Wild Cowboy ~ that title is mine all mine!!!!! Rawrrrrrr... scratch and claw... unless, someone has already laid claim and used it.... hmmmm....

Thank you to Gem Sivad, western erotic romance author extraordinnaire, for sending the Kougar some very helpful pics!

And, thank you to Deb Trotter ~ http://debtrotter.com ~ the Cowboy’s Sweetheart artist for being such a wonderful inspiration. She’s lookin’ for those elusive gone-wild cowboys, herself.
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Swipes of Synchronicity ~

On nighttime radio, Coast to Coast am, the Beatle’s song, LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS, was the bumper music... part of that song was the inspiration for the Kougar’s TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS... wouldn’t this authoress cat love writing a sequel to that erotic shapeshifter story... Katta and Zio have so many more ‘heatin’ up the sheets’ scenes.

Yep, the Kougar was doing some editing on KANDY APPLE FOR HALLOWEEN. The subject of Hades, and descent into the underworld... was one fascinating topic mentioned on the latest internet radio show offered by Unknown Country ... discussed as moi wrote about her Hellhound twins and their boss, Hades.
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Just for funsies... a friend down Texas way sent this to moi. You may have already seen it... still...

They were together in the House.

Just the two of them.It was a cold, dark, stormy night. The storm had come quickly
and each time the thunder boomed he watched her jump.

She looked across the room and admired his strong appearance ...and wished that he would take her in his arms, comfort her and protect her from the storm.

Suddenly, with a pop, the power went out.... She screamed..

He raced to the sofa where she was cowering.

He didn't hesitate to pull her into his arms.

He knew this was a forbidden union and expected her to pull back.

He was surprised when she didn't resist but instead clung to him.
The storm raged on....

They knew it was wrong...

Their families would never understand... So consumed were they in their FEAR that they heard no opening of doors...

just the faint click of a camera......

WAIT FOR IT...


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Authoress news and mews ~

Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~

Spring is Sprung
by Linda Blanche

Spring is sprung,
The grass is riz,
I wonder where
the flowers is.
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Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~

Electrical Tape: Don’t leave home without it
by Crystal Kauffman

As a writer of erotic romance, there is a lot of “risqué” stuff I’ll write about, and talk about.
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Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~

The vulnerable feelings of heroines

I am not the first woman who has had her purse stolen, and I won’t be the last unfortunately.
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITER’S BEHAVING BADLY ~

Shh...It's a Secret
I have a secret.

No one's seen it yet, but eventually it will come out. It won't be noticeable, unless you pay attention and read the books I write.
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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 465 ~

Sylva whirled inside with the changes that were about to occur. She couldn’t decide, either, who to keep her own watch on, Coon or Snake? She flicked her gaze back and forth as Nevada strode to the front door. “Time to go,” he boomed. “Get everyone on board. Now.” Pivoting around, he motioned to Aunt Martha, who kept a fierce eye on Snake. “Lock everything up, right quick, Martha.” She gave a curt nod, then rushed out of the room. “Son, once Snake and Coon are outta here, get your gear...” Zeke interrupted with a nod. “Be with you fast.”

Zeke mentally prepared himself throw on his clothes, make certain his bride was taken care of, load up on his weapons and gear, then abandon the apartment, for now, until this Secret Circle business was cleared up. “It’ll be okay, darlin’,” he answered the gaze she threw him. “Soon as the troops get here, we’ll head upstairs and get ready to leave.” The footsteps of their ranch security people landed on the front porch. They poured inward and Zeke lowered his own gun. He threw his arm around his Sylva’s shoulders. Gently, but urgently, he guided her toward the stairway.
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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 ~ 464 ~ 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 ~ The Tax Person Cometh

No one, or very few, can withstand the burden of taxes that are now being placed on the backs of the American people. No, in the long run, not even the super rich. Truthfully, and this is no exaggeration, every man, woman and child is being taxed to death. This Big Cat has heard up to 75% of whatever you bring home. The colossally greedy have become insatiable monsters determined to drain every last drop of blood out of their victims.
Whatever, is paid in taxes will be used to wring more blood out of the turnip. Essentially, the American people are now paying for their own destruction. It can be compared to the time of Robin Hood when the King could extract taxes however and whenever he wanted. Whatever was taken in taxes was used to fund those who collected the taxes, *not* improve life for the people.
Perhaps, being a tax collector at this time is your only salvation. And, maybe, that is why the IRS is arming its agents. No kidding, they are. Further, in the UN-HEALTH bill, there is a provision for arming IRS agents to a greater degree. You know, big guns, the kind that kills you good and dead, the kind you’re *not* supposed to have, but they can. Besides, it makes it so much easier for them to raid your bank accounts. That is, if you have anything left.
No, moi will not survive, either, simply because she has no way of living off the land. Her health doesn’t allow for it. And, even if she could... well, killer drones, are difficult fend off, not to mention all the other super killing technologies THEY have.
Why do you think they gps-ed your door, really???
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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...

Smooches to the Romance Novel Cowboys from the Kougar...

Awww, Spring Storms, April Showers

Yes, lounging purrs... my Beautiful Big Cats... the Spring storms are passing through and now the April showers are vigorously pouring down on the tame prairie... hopes and dreams, Kittens, that is the promise of springtime... though, meows of truth, life has changed so drastically these past ten years, and is so different from how this kitten cub grew up, she has no idea what to hope for, what dreams to pursue... not anymore.
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Duke wins NCAA... Yeppers-yowl, is that a sign? Now is the time for Duke and Sondra’s love story, to finish THE BLACK WOLF’S PROPHETESS... hmmmm....
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Since the Kougar didn’t get her bloggie written for SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS in time to add her previous post... here’s the beginning...

Speed Mating Instead of Speed Dating
Tuesday greetings, shapeshifter lovers, since I couldn’t follow in Pat Cunningham’s cleverly humorous and incredible footsteps, I created an OtherWorld scene that could be called Speed Mating instead of Speed Dating.
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Authoress news and mews ~

A couple of authorly opportunities...

D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters ~ http://dreneebagbypresentsfirstchapters.blogspot.com ~

D. Renee Bagby presents the first chapters of romance (any and every genre) around the web. Authors have contributed the first chapters of their books for your reading pleasure. Come, read, comment, and find a new book to add to your TBR pile.
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AUTHORS! If you pen those Vampire erotic romances take a bat-winging flight over to this site.

Hello

I'm personally inviting all Vampire, Paranormal, Shapeshifter, Witch authors who may want some exposure to e-mail me with your information and will display your book on my site. All I ask in return is that you link back to my website. Also if you would like to send me a hard copy of your book I will be happy to review your book for you. =-)

My Website: http://www.vampiress.ca/

Cheers,
Raven Kelly
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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 464 ~

Sylva intensely felt her Zeke’s protective eye, his readiness to keep her safe no matter what. She’d never known anything like it. Never. At least, not from any guy on her Earth. Her feelings for him deepened, wrapping around her core. Seeing Coon glance at her speculatively, Sylva narrowed her gaze. To her somewhat surprise, she aimed her awareness inside his mind sensing for his thoughts, looking for truth. “He knows something about the Silver Sun prophecy,” she blurted out. “Something he and his isolated group know about. Don’t you?” she challenged. “What if I do? It won’t help ya.”

Zeke snake-eyed Coon. “Why don’t you try tellin’ us? Could get you more help against the Secret Circle, getting your kin back.” His father’s hand clapped his shoulder lightly in warning. “Why don’t we wait, son? If Coon’s got something to say, it’d be better at the center.” Sylva threw a swift glance in Zeke’s direction. “They’re on the way. I guess, what you call their handlers. They know something’s gone wrong.” Snake coughed loudly. Everyone’s gaze swung to him. “Got the gun,” he reassured. “But, we better get the hell out of here. Now that my holes is fixed.”
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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 ~ 463 ~ 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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Weekly Angelic Forecast from Volcano

Straight from the Carnal Cherub himself...

Angelic Forecast ~ #83

During the following week a new masquerade begins. No, not the lovely and lyrical masquerade balls that would be so enjoyable to attend, but a masquerade of such deception and darkness, it will utterly fool most of us, at first. However, the light of truth shines fierce and fast, revealing... to those who want to see... what is behind this so-called benevolent mask. The key is: do you want to see the truth?
If you do, you will. If you don’t, you won’t.
This could bring about a new level of divisiveness. Remember the ole maximum ~ united we stand, divided we fall ~ the bad guys and gals are using any and all methods to divide all of us against each other, and, thus, gain their victory over the world.

On a personal level look to nature this week. Whether it’s simple enjoyment of Springtime, or planting in your garden. Now, is a lovely time to learn from Nature and to allow Mother Nature to inspire you, as she is wont to do, as she greens and grows, regenerating herself. Yes, smile at the flowers.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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MORE...Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

NOTE: Oh, darling-est Kittens, it feels like the gates of hell are about to open. Keep those you love near, dearly pressed to your heart. Love is our answer.

~~~ 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...

Spring storm kisses from the Kougar...

Cloud Flotilla at Sundown

Oh, marvelous and magical Felines, the Kougaress had a truly enchanted and staggering experience. Of course, it’s difficult to put into words. The Easter cloud flotilla at sundown ~ is the best description moi can think of... the first thing the Kougaress saw out her kitchen window was this top portion of a massive cumulus cloud that was pure pink-peach radiance from the light of the setting sun. The color and colors were breathtakingly beautiful.
What also caught the Kougaress’s attention was that it wasn’t only one giant cloud floating by, but a thick long stream of clouds. Okay, wanting to see this spellbinding magnificence from a better viewpoint, moi ventured outside.
No, this Big Cat HAS NEVER witnessed anything like this before. The beauty was beyond compare, the rose-orange light appearing on more of the streaming clouds... but, what was also so amazing, this traveling flotilla of clouds stretched from the western horizon, followed the southern horizon and wrapped around, floating over the eastern horizon... also, moi has never seen this type of huge thick cloud so low on the horizon... the sky directly above was blue-sapphire luminous... moi watched until sundown’s light disappeared and the clouds thinned...
The other ‘paranormal’ occurrence... okay, this could be chalked up to the imagination, then again...? right where moi could see it best a cloud formed the shape of a snow cone, then... do-do-do... a face appeared, resembling the character, Teal’c of Stargate SG-1. No damn meow kidding. And this Kitten girl hasn’t been able to watch that show for several years now.
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Here’s a question that’s come up for this Big Cat, in this day and age... for a time it was all about being *authentic* in the ‘be your best self’ world... okay, makes sense and the Kougaress participated in several transformational seminars designed, in part, to loose your authentic self... and really, who doesn’t want to be their precious divinely-created authentic self, that is, at their core?
From moi’s way of looking at this, though, there are several problems... most of us have been trained by society and family to be inauthentic... some of us are so deep in this sad perversion of our true selves, it’s become our reality and we wouldn’t know our *authentic* individual beingness if it reared up like a cobra and bit us.
Okay, consider this reality, as well... currently we live in a world that is utterly inauthentic on nearly every level... the deceptions and the lies rule while the truth is a scarce commodity, and has been for ages... so, how in the heck can anyone be actually *authentic* in a world that is mostly inauthentic... that’s like asking someone who lives in the middle of a muddy field never to get a speck of mud on them.
Plus, who even knows what authentic is, anymore, except as an experience of yourself and your truth... if you can find it? Not to yowling-mention if you dare to express your authentic being... well, some form of cruel dangerous smackdown is likely to happen, especially in these dark 1984 times.
Two more examples of these bizarre upside-down times. Fringe used to be a good word. The suede fringe on a jacket or the silky fringe on a beautiful shawl, the sexy fringe on a flapper dress... ooooh, the Kougaress adores fringe on clothing!!! Now days, though, fringe is being used to describe groups of people who are supposedly bad or stupid or dangerous. Dare to be like fringe on a garment and now you’re suddenly the ‘bad guy’ enemy.
Okay, the second example... who in their right mind would ever want to be a passenger on planes flown by drugged-up depressed pilots? More than once, this Big Cat spoke with truckers who had been prescribed these SRI drugs, the same ones THEY are now saying are okay to prescribe to commercial airplane pilots. In the case of the truckers, either their depression worsened or they wanted to take their truck and kill as many people as possible. Now, fortunately, these men were smart enough to know it was the drug and stopped taking it before tragedy occurred.
Yep, there’s one more reason not to ever, ever get on a commercial plane. Still, the Kougaress would fly on a non-commercial plane where no one is checked for anything whatsoever... nope, the commercial-flight skies are no longer friendly... in fact, they are downright criminally dangerous.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~

Speed Dating in Shiftertown
By Pat Cunningham

The recent speculations on werebears got me to wondering if there are any other types of overlooked shifters out there, and why we haven’t heard of them. Or maybe there’s good reason it’s the alpha wolves and sleek big cats who get all the favorable press …
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Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~

Release Day - Happy Ever After Anthology
by Bekki Lynn

Happy Ever After Anthology includes my Annie and the Young Master - Banished from her home, Lillian Basford picked herself up and set out to start a new life.
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Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~

Spring, Spring, Spring - It's Confirmed
by Bekki Lynn

Oh, gosh! Spring is here.
You know how I know. It's more than the warmer temps, the green grass and blooming flowers.
It's opening day of the 2010 Baseball season. Finally!
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

Let me Speak I have a Voice
by Taige Crenshaw

“Come on it should go this way.” Voice A states.
“No I want it this way.” Voice B defends
“You better let me speak or…” Voice A warns.
“Or else what?” Voice B shoots back.
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Okay author/writer Kittens, here’s a blog that could be helpful and you may be helpful to Nina.

AROUND THE WRITER’S BLOCK ~ Nina Pierce ~ http://karadunn.com/romanceblog ~

Moi’s Mew-sings ~

Hi, Nina, given your success, your approach in regards to the market certainly works.

I only write what I want to read. That's one reason I started writing seriously. I couldn't find what I wanted. So far, I think that means there are those who truly enjoy my books and those who don't. It's a matter of preference.

To be utterly honest, I couldn't do it your way. I'm not certain I could do it that way if someone held a gun to my head. And I do need the money.

However, my approach is to write the stories I love, the ones that also fit the market trends the best. I did that with my next release, BRANDED BY THE TEXANS. I've always wanted to write a western with all the themes I've included in this story. Not that it was an easy book to write, it wasn't, at all... but, it sure was a whole heck of a lot of fun. And, I am ultra proud of it, as I am all my books. They are books of my heart and my soul. It's the love/passion story my heroines and heroes want to tell, and live, and experience. And share with the readers.

I know I'm no help to your dilemma. I wish I was. Truthfully, I can't argue with your outstanding success.
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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...

Sylva quivered inside like a leaf blowing in blustery winds. She had no idea if her psychic ability worked on anyone other than Coon and Snake. She wasn’t about to find out. Instead, she listened to Aunt Martha’s curt instructions as she worked on Snake with a wand-looking instrument. The glances Coon kept giving her didn’t particularly freak her out, even though he seemed to be attempting to penetrate her defenses, or read her soul. Who would have thought she’d be standing in a robe, holding a gun on an old west-like character, and threatening to use her witch powers?

Zeke kept one eye on his intrepid bride and the other one surreptitiously on Coon. He’d plug the man in a moment if he dared anything. Though, Zeke did wonder if his bullet would strike before his Sylva’s mind-shot hit the bushwhacker. That is, if she could use her newly discovered power that fast, not ever having practiced. One damn thing at a time, he reminded himself as questions about his witch wife began buzzing in his head like a swarm of angry bees. One thing he knew about her, his woman’s heart was good, pure in so many ways.
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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 ~ 462 ~ 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...

Sundown cloud kiss from the Kougar...

Rabbit Time Traveler

After Easter greetings, my gamboling and Gorgeous Felines... still hunting those yummy chocolate bunnies? Paw-rolling those decorated eggs? The Kougaress’s mind is a mishmash of ideas, realizations and insights... especially after reading William Henry’s latest mystical investigative brilliance where he lays one big egg for the Kougar... the rabbit is considered to be a symbol for time travelers or time travel... well, why not? Meowsa! Why not write a rabbit shapeshifter time traveler story, erotic romance, of course? ~ http://williamhenry.net/art_dis-cerning.html ~ here’s the beginning ~

Dis-Cerning the God Particle

By William Henry

THE BURNING BUSH – Protons spinnin’ in a ring: smashin’, twangin’, sprayin’. Sparks flyin’ in the dark. It could be the perfect moment to run down the dream of reading the mind of God…

...or to get sucked into nothingness.

Something incredible is going on. Scientists on the wild edge of high energy physics at labs in Illinois and Geneva are racing to see who will be the first to enter the ‘Burning Bush’ and to de-cloak a fundamental, but elusive, sub atomic particle that is given cosmic or divine proportions by its, some say absurd, moniker, the God Particle (which particular god is unknown – let’s just pray it’s not that jealous one).
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For more Easter Goodness hop on over to the HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~

Easter, How Do You Celebrate?

Happy Easter!

We all have our reasons for celebrating or not celebrating Easter. Today, Happily Ever After Authors are sharing how they celebrate the day and why.
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It’s FLASH FICTION SUNDAY at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog, too!

Let’s freeze that goat. By Hortense Powdermaker ~ Flashy Sunday is once again upon us! ~

To understand where, how and why the Kougar’s flash came to be, you’ll have to check out Hortense’s blog.

Goats singing, their hooves and horns ringing as they trot to the top of the greening hill for a Sunday morning blueberry thrill. What does it all mean? I have no clue, except it makes me scream. Not in delight, nor in fright. No, I could never dare to dream such a wild flinging, such an Alice-in-Wonderland magical pill of adventuring. Unless, perchance I rode astride the right enchanted goat for days of pan-fluting and extreme merry-making...for forest chases where maidens are unlaced, their breasts feasted upon as doves lyrically trill, their pleasures enjoyed through every night, until dawning.
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Authoress news and mews ~

The Kougar is blogging at THE ROMANCE STUDIO BLUE on Monday, April 5th ~ the title is ~ Branded and the Black Wolf... on the horizon...
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The Kougar heard via a little Pat birdie that the cover of STALLION OF ASH AND FLAME is part of Siren-BookStrand’s ad in the Romantic Times magazine... moi hasn’t gotten that issue yet... however, she’s so looking forward to it!
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Yes, it’s the strike of Synchronicity ~ as the Kougar penned on Duke’s love story... her black wolf has been rescued by the heroine and must sleep to recover fully... anyway, moi heard ‘Duke’ mentioned by Ian Punnett on Coast to Coast...yeah, because it’s basketball madness.
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Happy Courtship on another Earth

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

Part 459 ~

Sylva decided she might as well make good use of her psychic abilities, that is, if Coon and Donald were telling the truth. So far, she hadn’t sensed outright lies. Still, she doubted they told everything. Not nearly everything. “You two tell everything you know and I might use my witch powers to help you.” There was a long moment of silence and Sylva thought maybe she’d overstepped her bounds in this world. “You could start by telling ‘all’ about that viper pistol.” The force of her husband’s voice chilled her bloodstream. “What my son says,” Nevada growled as powerfully.

Zeke wanted to kiss his wife for her bravery. At the same time, he wanted to scold her for putting herself in even more danger. Still, he trusted in how the Great Divine was bringing things to a good end. “You won’t appreciate my answer. Go by Snake now,” Donald weakly rasped. “Keep talking, Snake.” Nevada bent peering closely at his face. “Only I can handle it. Anyone else does, it explodes.” Again, silence ruled. “You didn’t tell me that,” Coon accused in the vacuum. “What good would it have done? Either we made it, or not,” Snake shot back.
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Part 460 ~

Sylva quaked inside at the thought that Donald, or Snake, told the truth. “Pick it up.” Nevada’s commanding words to Snake shook her up even more. Still, to her utter surprise, something kept her feet glued to the floor and her hands shook minimally before she stopped them. Her aim hadn’t wavered that much. “Whatda gonna do? Put another hole in my head before I can use it?” Snake asked as he slowly rolled onto his side and reached for the strange pistol. “You’re going to disarm it,” Nevada cold-as-a-glacier instructed. “If you don’t, another hole in your noggin works for me.”

Zeke shared his father’s sentiments. “Two holes works for me,” he added, then moved a few steps closer. “I ain’t even sure I was given the correct way to shut that durn thing off.” Snake gripped the butt, then remained still. “As long as his hand is on it, I don’t think it will explode,” his Sylva quietly uttered. “That true, Snake? You got the magic grip?” his father demanded. Zeke flicked a glance at Coon. Satisfied, he focused on Snake. “Yeah, that’s what the polecat claimed. Said if I thumb-pressed on that orange dot, it would turn off the juice.”
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Part 461 ~

Sylva heard alarm bells go off inside her. Screaming alarm bells. “Don’t press the orange dot!” she yelled. An instant ticked by. “Just keep your paw steady.” Nevada’s calm voice dominated the room. “Well, hell on a stake,” Coon burst out. “Guess, you’re just gonna have to trust me to keep hold.” Snake’s tone matched Nevada, except Sylva heard his pain. “Are you strong enough to hold onto it?” Nevada returned. “Still got enough strength, ‘specially if you got someone to tend to my holes.” Snake remained still, only keeping the pistol grasped. “You couldn’t whack though this tension with a hatchet.”

Zeke cast a swift glance at Coon after he spoke. The grizzled old-timer met his gaze, his eyes so brilliant Zeke wondered what magical ways he and his people practiced. “I can fix up yer holes,” Aunt Martha reluctantly snapped. “That is, if Nevada wants it that way. ‘Course, someone else will have to keep this rascal behavin’.” Zeke heard his precious wife shift her body. “Sit, Coon,” she ordered. “Now.” Glancing back at Coon, Zeke watched him hesitate, then sink down on his haunches. Coon eyed his bride warily, but with a respect that had Zeke damn sure curious.
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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 462 ~

Sylva figured this was her opportunity to find out more about any witch type of power she might have, that she didn’t know about. Taking full aim at Coon, she ordered, “Cross legged.” He stared at her, his over-bright eyes almost crossed. “Tell her to let go of my ear and I’ll do yer biddin’,” he wheedled. ‘You will sit cross-legged. Now,’ Sylva mind-directed her thought to his third eye. Reluctantly, he lowered himself, obeying. Sylva brought the image of a spark before her mind’s eye, then shot it at his knee. “Ow! Dang, witch, what was that for?”

Zeke watched his Sylva twitch in astonishment, but rapidly recover her calm stance. His own astonishment level skyrocketed. “That was a warning.” His bride glared. “I’ll do much worse if you try anything.” Deciding he’d best act like this was standard operatin’ procedure, Zeke swivelled his gaze back to Snake, asking, “You ready for those holes to be stitched up?” Snake groaned with pain. “Maybe, the witch could stitch ‘em up faster.” Zeke watched his father wave Aunt Martha over. “Nope. No use wastin’ my daughter-in-law’s power on healin’ your buzzard hide. Might need her special help fightin’ off our enemies.”
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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 ~ 458 ~ 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...

Rabbit soft smooch 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...