bash, crash and cash... Ring in the New Year

Enjoy a New Year’s big brazen bash, my crazy Big Cats, then await the crash with tail a-twitching anxiously...for cold hard cash will reign as king, once again. Why not create your own? For the Federal Reserve will be on everyone’s list to boldly dissolve and smash...

Okay, the Kougar has been imbibing on the New Year’s new spirit...shush and hush, never mind her opening words...consider them equal to dirty roadside slush...
Wowza, don’t forget your trousahs, party-escaping hep cats...this is Liquid Silver Books end of the year list...one of them ~

Reviewer's Top Picks of 2008

Mima – Honor Within, Alpha Within, Wild Within
Kim Knox – Unity
Savanna Kougar –Red Lioness Tamed
Nina Pierce - The Healer’s Garden, Blind Love, Love’s Bounty, Arranging Love
Raine McIntyre - Doing Time
Marisa Chenery - Beowulf and Roxie, Taryn’s Wolf, The Chosen One, Seducing the Wolf
Jeanne Barrack - The Shimmering Flame
Red Garnier – I Take Thee
Samantha Lucas – Anything for Sasha
Shayla Kersten – Forever
Celine Chatillon – Beautiful Dreamer
Jennifer Leeland – Taking Command
Roscoe James – The White Swan
Jamie Craig – Fortune’s Return
Paige Tyler – Protective Custody
Eileen Ann Brennan – Marnie’s Secret

These books are recipients of a 4.5 rating or higher and/or been a Top Pick of a review site.
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FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

A claw snippet from The Special Secret Project ~

Keening a song of whimpers to him, she climbed toward her rapture. Her sheath gloved him tightly, yet surrendered with a sultry softness that had him groaning like an inexperienced heathen. Zavier allowed his own orgasm to undo him totally, but didn’t allow his weight to crush her. The brutal explosion at the base of his cock surged upwards, then overpowered him like a tidal wave. He ebbed his orgasm-blazing rod in and out of her, flowing strongly for a long while.
“Dream.” He heard her murmur as she reached up, clinging to him, her lush sleek body his. All his.
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Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 6 ~

Sylva halted at the top of the stoop, enchanted. The crescent moon hung in the sunset sky like an enormous lemon slice, only cast in gold. Smiling, she hugged her cloak closer against the windy chill. Sweeping down the short flight of steps, she clicked toward her small car, watching out for the vein-like cracks in the sidewalk. As she stepped off the worn-down curb to cross the street, her ankle wobbled from a pebble beneath her shoe. With a talented balancing act she righted herself, but not in time to avoid the speeding black SUV wheeling around the corner.

Zeke wheeled toward his father, who winked broadly, and grinned. Saluting with his hat, Zeke continued out the door. The crescent moon shone above the tangerine-pink horizon while the planet of love, Venus, blazed brightly. Inside the shelter next to the hitching rail, he saddled and bridled Smoky, one of his favorite riding stallions. Making certain the soft lariat was secure, he swung astride, appreciating the familiar creak of leather. Smoky stretched into a fast walk, then a long trot, eager for a gallop. Without cue the stallion settled into a ground-eating lope. In an hour they would hit town.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 ~ see Happy New Year... on another Earth
Part 2 ~ see Purple Squirrel & Happy New Year... Part 2 ~
Part 3 ~ see Bound by Gold Ribbon... New Year’s Day, 2013
Part 4 ~ see Monday, oh the madness...
Part 5 ~ see Remembering... Happy New Year, Part 5 ~

HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Happy New Year Big Smoochie from the Kougar...

Remembering... Happy New Year, Part 5 ~

A glorious good evening, my Big Beautiful Cats, the crescent moon hangs like a lemon slice, only cast in gold. This morning, the Kougar fatigued herself with a trip into town to stock up on doggie food, electrical cords and hardware stuffies, etc. ~ before the temps drop again. Outside moi’s window, the wind is gusting like giants running a marathon across the tame prairie, bringing in the nasty cold air. And the air is permeated with boiling chicken liver, just for the baby doggies.
Remembering... moi is remember her grandmother and her brother with fondness and sadness because their Sun in Capricorn birthdays were the 30th and 31st of December. Both of them passed over to heaven more than a decade ago, but some holes never repair. The Kougar’s grandmother had a tender giving heart despite the tough, often abusive circumstances she lived through as a child and adult. The Kougar’s brother was one of those rare souls who possessed a genius intelligence, yet owned a Three Stooges’ sense of humor. Yes, he was his own downfall, in many ways. Still, the world is definitely poorer without him. Bless them both and may they constantly be filled with the joys of heaven.

Tomorrow! Meow and double pow, the Kougar is finally on a good list with her novella from Liquid Silver Books, RED LIONESS TAMED ~ which she will gladly share and roar more details about...

NOTICE...purring on the left-paw side, the link to the Happily Ever After blog...where the Kougar and the other fantastic authors will be romancing the novel and celebrating the love between a woman and a man.

FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

The Special Secret Project is Back !

“Fire seeks its own truth. And exposes the truth.”
Not fully understanding, Zavier swivelled his head back and forth, between the search of her flame and the progress of building the dam. The team’s stamina had waned some, yet they remained ahead of the water’s savage surge against the structure. He hoped a second-wave attack hadn’t been planned. His resources wore thin and his brothers could be too fatigued to fight off their enemies.
“Found it, the ignition site,” she stated, triumph beneath her monotone voice.
The fire trail ended inside the Mayor’s stronghold, but inside one of the guest rooms. “Pull out, Wendy. I have the location.”
He could feel her reluctance, but she withdrew, and staggered backwards moments later. Leaping up, he caught her, then carried her back to the chair. After studying her face briefly, he cradled her in one arm, and re-focused on the screen, on watching for any more trouble with a holy big capitol T.
“The rain is ending,” she whispered.
Sure enough the slashing sheets had lessened to a steady downpour. More importantly the clouds were breaking up, letting the glisten of the sky show through, even if it wasn’t the bright blue of years past. With a final furious effort, the team filled in the weak points they found, then soared above the dam, and scanned the area.
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Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 5 ~

Sylva tucked her evening bag beneath her arm, then carefully locked the door to her apartment. Barely adequate, it was all she could afford. Maybe it was time, to leave the windy city, Chicago. Corruption grew like a weed everyday. And, if she had to be tormented one more time by the garlic-on-steroids cooking smells that seeped into every crack of the building, and saturated her clothing, along with the constant fog of cigarette smoke, she was going to scream bloody murder. Her only humorous consolation...garlic kept the vampires away. But, not the real bloodsuckers lurking around every corner.

Zeke enthusiastically trotted down the private stairway that led to his section of the rambling ranch house, one hand perched on the butt of his pistol. The construction of a grand new wing was almost constant. Currently his sister and her new husband had decided to make the ranch their permanent home, and were overseeing the latest plans. His boots hit the expensive sierra-colored granite floor of the entryway, clicking loudly. His mother had finagled it out of his father, using her seductive wiles toward the end of their shouting-rambunctious negotiations. Glimpsing his father in the side hall, he halted.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 ~ see Happy New Year... on another Earth
Part 2 ~ see Purple Squirrel & Happy New Year... Part 2 ~
Part 3 ~ see Bound by Gold Ribbon... New Year’s Day, 2013
Part 4 ~ see Monday, oh the madness...

HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Crescent moon kiss from the Kougar...

Monday, oh the madness...

Oh, Big Kittens, the crescent moon in the early sky was exquisite, hanging above the tangerine-pink horizon, and hanging below a bright gorgeous planet, probably none other than Venus.
Yes, meow-hiss, Monday, oh the promo madness which ensues on the various chat loops. The Kougar is forced to wonder how much time she is wasting. Or not. Given the great numbers of excerpts, contests, sales, blogs, CAPA winners, and other five-star notes of review merit blasting in from every angle...is it really worth it?
Still, at the heart of the matter, the Kougar would adore connecting with those readers who do enjoy her novels, or would enjoy them.
How purring-best to do that? That yowling-remains the constant question.

And purring about Snow Angels... this pic was on the Coast-to-Coastam site.

During the worst snow storm on record, here in the northwest, and as we were getting cabin fever from 8 days of being stuck inside, we looked in the backyard and saw the shape of an angel in a tree (on Christmas Eve, no less). I know it is random snow sticking to random limbs, but it made us feel better.

--Bill K.
bkerch@yahoo.com
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Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~
FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Part 4 ~

Sylva grimaced and shook her head at herself, before whirling away from the mirror, and out the bathroom door. Yeah, that would be the day. True love, ha! She’d tried it several times now, with results more dismal than the prospect of not being able to find job. Refusing to think about what possessions she could sell to get by, she lovingly picked up her long velvet cape. Reversible, the hooded cape was a glorious red velvet on one side and a deep midnight black on the other. Who cared if people thought she looked like a witch in it.

Zeke swung the fringed buckskin jacket off the garment post, and slid into it. It fit his frame perfectly. He’d made certain of that by having it tailored in town, despite his family’s protest and ribbing over his extravagance, as they called it. But hell to the four winds, Brennon outfitted the other young bucks and the ranch gentlemen. All of whom partook of sophisticated entertainments in town, other than Sophie’s Sin Saloon. What did he care if others thought he was too dandified? His quick aim with a fist or gun meant most would keep their comments to themselves.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 ~ see Happy New Year... on another Earth
Part 2 ~ see Purple Squirrel & Happy New Year... Part 2 ~
Part 3 ~ see Bound by Gold Ribbon... New Year’s Day, 2013

HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Monday mad smooch from the Kougar...

Bound by Gold Ribbon... New Year's Day, 2013

Bound by Gold Ribbon ~

A scene after WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~

Sedona shrieked. Bands of something she couldn’t see wrapped around her bare legs and continued spiraling up her naked body, forcing the bath towel out of her hand. Reacting, she tried stepping forward. But nope, she wasn’t going anywhere. Catching sight of herself in the immense mirror over the double sinks, she gaped. She was wrapped in sheer gold ribbon. Goddess! She looked like some kind of weird sex gift, about to be presented to the carnal cherub who had everything.
She stared for a split second, then screamed ‘Volcano’ in her mind. Shocked and raw inside, she blinked at her reflection, then screamed like a banshee.
A scant second later Volcano materialized at the entrance of the bathroom. Halting on an etheric dime, he took his sweet time running his gaze up and down her, not once, but several times. Despite her obvious distress, he seemed to be savoring. Sedona scowled. “Get me out of this...this whatever the hell is going on.”
“Michael’s way of winning our contest.” His purple eyes glowed with a lustful enthusiasm Sedona hadn’t witnessed yet. And she’d witnessed lightning bolts of desire take over his eyes. Often.
“Michael?” she asked through clenched teeth. “Contest?” She glared as best she could. Her cherub was very hard to glare at.
“Archangel, Saint.” On silent feet he moved toward her, then circled her. The white-light heat of his gaze warmed her significantly and flushed her cheeks. “He bet me he could wing faster through the dense atmosphere of Earth. I was winning...until...”
“Until,” she impatiently demanded, while her whole body ignited from his perusal. What she could see in the mirror. Good Lord, his cock blazed to life, the red light shining through his pants.
“He popped my cork.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, what does that mean?”
“It means.” Suddenly, his face was above hers. “He knows what pops my cork. This is his New Year’s Day gift, and his victory.”
“Just like an archangel,” she breathy swiped, “giving the perfect gift and winning, at the same time.”
He smiled. The joy shimmered his eyes, blending with his passion, an inferno about to rage out of control. “Sedona, my beautiful woman.”
Lowering his head, his lips feather-touched the ribbon over her nipple. It dissolved like magic, and he greedily suckled. Sedona tried to squirm with the sudden ecstasy, but it was useless. All she could do was feel the pleasure streak through her like a shooting star while he raked his teeth over her rigid nipple. Touching the ribbon over her neglected nipple, he caused it to vanish. His fingers strongly twisted, and rapture flamed through her.
Sedona moaned, her sex mound throbbing, her wetness slickening the inside of her thighs.
Palming her sex curls, he disappeared the ribbon, and thrust his finger deep inside her rosy folds. Deliberately, with a languid rhythm, he rubbed up and down the length of her clit.
“Volcano!” She soared, bubbling beautifully.
“Happy New Year, my woman,” he growled.
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Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
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Good late evening, my Big KitKats, the Kougaress did writing double-duty today, taking romance author, Stephanie Adkins’ Unwrapping theme from the Liquid Silver SEx blog and claw-penning Sedona and Volcano’s New Year’s day celebration...purring-well, a tiny slice of their day together...for Theme day at Siren-BookStrand, where a fascinating discussion ensued and lots of fabulous excerpts abound.
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Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Part 3 ~

Sylva beat back the worry that threatened to overwhelm her. Pasting a smile on her face, she tossed her strawberry blonde hair a bit. The long length waved over her bare back while her dangly ruby-imitation earrings swung enchantingly...to her eye. She felt sexy and sultry. Swivelling her head, she looked at her profile from the corner of her eye. She’d pulled the sides of her hair up, banded it, then attached a tiny glittering rose. As if possessed by a spirit, she faced the mirror, whispering, “I wish I may, I wish might, find my true love tonight.”

Zeke plucked his mahogany leather cowboy hat from the bronze curlicue hook, plopping it on his head. From years of practice, since he’d been knee-high to his father, the broad-brimmed hat settled at the perfect rakish angle, and covered most of his bay-colored hair. The curling waves at the nape of his neck and above his ears were touched by a golden sheen from all the time he spent outdoors. He’d had more than one woman, scarce as they were in these parts, run her fingers through the fringes of his hair, as if she sought real gold. He grinned.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 ~ see Happy New Year... on another Earth
Part 2 ~ see Purple Squirrel & Happy New Year... Part 2 ~

HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Golden kisses from the Kougar...

Purple Squirrel & Happy New Year... Part 2 ~

Good evening, my Extraordinary Big Cats, yesterday the warm sultry breezes of tornado season took over tame prairie, shooting the temps up to 65 degrees. Today, winter’s chill has won the battle with temps in the lower twenties and a snow flurry in progress.
Okay, meow...how adorable is a purple squirrel? And how mysterious, since no one seems to have a definitive answer as to his quite lovely purple coat. For the article see below ~

Teachers and pupils at Meoncross School in Stubbington, Hants, were amazed when they saw the creature through the window during a lesson.
Since the squirrel, now nicknamed Pete, was first seen, it has become a regular fixture at the school but no one has been able to say whether the animal has fallen into purple paint, had a run-in with some purple dye, or whether there is another explanation.
More... ~ http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/3884420/Purple-squirrel-baffles-experts.html ~
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ROMANCING THE NOVEL... ~ http://happilyeverafterauthors.blogspot.com ~ you should see the exquisite slide presentation Bekki created for our covers! Here’s a list of all us authors, who love man/woman romance ~

*** Happily Ever After Authors ***

Bekki Lynn
Francesca Prescott
Jane Richarson
Jennifer Turner
Koko Brown
Lee Silver
Lindsay Townsend
Savanna Kougar
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Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundreg ~
FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Part 2 ~

Sylva flipped a smile at her reflection. Stepping back to see herself more fully, she thrust her hip, accentuating the sassiness of her short satin and tule-layered skirt. “Adorably sexy,” she complimented herself. Okay, her thighs were full unlike the stick figure models that had successfully invaded the fashion world. Her calves were shapely, what used to be considered starlet-sexy...especially since she wore spectacular ankle-strap black heels, along with a pair of old-fashioned seamed hose. Tonight, she would strut her stuff with the best of them. Tomorrow, no more job. She was one more victim of the current economy.

Zeke strapped on his pearl-handled revolver. He’d cleaned and oiled it earlier, then made certain it fired properly, shooting several pennies out of the air. Since they’d become non-legal tender eleven years past, he figured that was a damn good use. Leaning down, he slid a dead-aim derringer, one of his grandfather’s designs, inside his fancified riding boot. Decorated with swirls of gold thread and engraved with the ranch’s crest, his new boots were a show of his hard-won status as the Overseer of their horse operations, from breeding to sales. Yep, it was time to settle on one woman.
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TO BE CONTINUED...

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Part 1 ~ see Happy New Year... on another Earth

HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Happy purple-lipstick kiss from the Kougar...

Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Part 1 ~

Sylva stroked on the red lipstick carefully. The shade was deep scarlet and it looked like a swathe of gleaming velvet on her lips. “Who needs collagen injections?” she murmured, then surveyed her festively made-up face. Dusky twilight purple shadowed her eyes, highlighting the blue-green color. A shimmer of pale gold brought out her high cheekbones ~ a magical contrast to the glistening pink-gold powder covering her face, her neck, and artfully ending at her propped-up cleavage, displayed by a heart-shaped tight bodice of midnight satin. “Mirror, mirror, on my bathroom wall, who’s the New Years Party fairest of them all?”

Zeke flashed a cocky half-grin at his appearance in the mirror his mother had given him decades ago. The white-gold scroll work surrounding the tall oval mirror contrasted sharply with his tan leather vest and matching pants, both designed for riding his horse into town and as evening wear for the new year’s celebration. His cream-colored silk shirt clung to the muscles of his chest, won by hard work on his family’s ranch empire. And won by the fistfights he was famous for ending, but never beginning. Tonight, by long-standing tradition, he could claim any available woman as his bride.
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TO BE CONTINUED...

This Saturday and Sunday, the 27th and 28th, we’re having a little New Year’s bash at Siren-BookStrand ~ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SirenBookstrand/ ~ with blurbs and excerpts from past, current and coming titles. And if you’re partial to different heat levels, from sensual to triple x-rated, this is the place for you. The Kougar will be posting an excerpt or two from her *coming soon* title, MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS...plus, some other New Atlantean goodies, and if she can get it penned in time, a scene on the homeworld of the hero, Zryphus, where the new sun cycle is celebrated.

ROMANCING THE NOVEL...at her deepest heart, the Kougar is a romantic-purring girl complete with melting heart and swirling stars in her eyes. She always has been and ever shall be, for it is the nature of her spots (or freckles). Hearts galore decorate her author’s lair and she keeps a pair of rose-colored glasses from the 70's to fur-ther prove it. At the beginning of the new year, moi and several other fabuloso authors, who are in love with love, will be starting a new blog, Happily Ever After, for all those who especially adore the romance scenes between a woman and a man. Every subgenre, from contemporary, historical to paranormal fantastical realms will be included ~ as will every heat level, from sweet to scorching to triple x-rated.
TWO is the number of the New Year, 2009, my Big Lovely Cats...and 2 is the number of love, a time for yearning hearts to meet and become a couple with a Happily Ever After destiny...join us for love in all its many romantic splendors...

Big KitKats ,if you’re sick of the ubiquitous PROMO, then squeeze your eyelids shut, and venture no further...
Meow-however, in the fog-dreary depths of the Kougar’s waking up brain, she came up with these New Year’s promo tags for all of her e-novels...yowl, it’s like the proud parent showing off pics of the new baby or the new kitten or puppy...sorta...and no matter how un-cute they are...

A Happy New Year of Blue....
Lady Sheridan & Baron Zaggry invite you to read their love story ~
ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE ~ an aristocratic fantasy of fiercest passion ~ *5 Stars* from ReviewYourBook ~ available from Siren Publishing ~ http://www.sirenpublishing.com/savannakougar/asobp.asp ~
An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

Help Bring in the New Year of 2013
Sedona & Volcano invite you to read their love story ~
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth...Is a stranger on a superspeed motorcycle her savior from the brutal endtimes? ~ available from BookStrand ~ http://bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar ~ http://bookstrand.com ~ An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

A Red Lioness Space Adventure for the New Year...
Sun Rocket & Captain Draxen Z invite you to read their love story ~
RED LIONESS TAMED ~ Lioness shifter lost in space with a loner captain who will do anything to keep her, even seduction by leather ~ *5 Flowers* from Book Cravers ~ Available from Liquid Silver Books, Molten Silver ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/books/redlionesstamed.htm ~ a spicy sci fi ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com ~

For the New Year ~ Travel to the far-away erotic paradise of Yemisque...
Katta & Zio invite you to read their love story ~
TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS...a fire-shooting fierce woman...a shapeshifting prince of a stallion...and the tangerine aphrodisiac winds on a world far away...Available from Aspen Mountain Press ~ http://aspenmountainpress.com ~

Sizzle Romance Titles Coming from Savanna Kougar ~

Sable & Devon invite you to read their love story ~
BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~ halloween seduction with cattitude ~ *coming soon* from Liquid Silver Books

Kalypso & Zryphus invite you to read their love story ~
MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~ 2051 mystery-suspense futuristic ~ American Title IV finalist ~ coming from Siren-BookStrand
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HAPPY PURRING NEW YEAR!

New dream kisses from the Kougar...

Eartha Kitt... Heaven Bound

Good Christmas evening, my Beautiful KitKats...we have lost one of our own. Singer, actress, dancer and catwoman extraordinaire, Eartha Kitt ~ 1927 - 2008 ~ is heaven bound. She was born in a ONE year and leaves us in a year of ONE. She is Number One. Because there is no other like her. And there will never be anyone quite like her...unless she chooses to reincarnate as that persona.
The woman was and remains pure sultry magic. She was, in her own unique style, personified sex...before the word, sex, became the generic use-all term it is today.
The Kougar first became absolutely enamored watching Eartha Kitt as catwoman on the old campy TV Batman show. Who could ever forget that outrageously sexy purr? Her every move was feline and ferociously alluring. Secretly, moi always hoped the two would have a romance, more than was depicted.
And in every movie role, Eartha Kitt always stole the scene in this Big Cat’s humble opinion as the seductress with the biggest and most enticing claws.
And that voice, singing or speaking, raw and lyrical and passionate.
Needless to meow, Eartha Kitt as catwoman was one of the inspirations for the Kougar’s ‘coming soon novella’, Black Cat Beauty. And, most recently, Eartha Kitt singing Santa Baby, was a major inspiration for moi’s Holiday Flash in Five Hundred ~ Santa Baby, Waitin’ just for you... ~
What strange synchronicity ~ the passing of Eartha Kitt as the Kougar ended her Santa Baby flash yesterday, and for right now. However, the story remains a work in progress, since Kaily and Dillon have a whole story to tell.
Tonight on the local news was a short scene of Eartha Kitt, as an older woman, singing Santa Baby in a production that included a traditional Santa Clause. She had lost nothing of her slinky sexy cattitude. Nor her ability to captivate an audience.
The Kougar already misses her unique light in this world.
Consider ~ Eartha Kitt and Mae West ~ you don’t get that kind of iconic sex appeal anymore, roaring-sad to say.

Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ the lyrics to Santa Baby as sung by Eartha Kitt ~

Santa Baby, slip a sable under the tree, For me.
been an awful good girl, Santa baby,
so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa baby, a 54 convertible too,
Light blue.
I'll wait up for you dear,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Think of all the fun I've missed,
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed,
Next year I could be just as good,
If you'll check off my Christmas list,

Santa baby, I wanna yacht,
And really that's not a lot,
Been an angel all year,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa honey, there's one thing I really do need,
The deed
To a platinum mine,
Santa honey, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex,
And checks.
Sign your 'X' on the line,
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight.

Come and trim my Christmas tree,
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's,
I really do believe in you,
Let's see if you believe in me,

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing,
A ring.
I don't mean on the phone,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry, tonight.

Goodbye smooches to Eartha Kitt from the Kougar...

...up the chimney he rose...

Merry Xmas evening, my Big Beautiful Cats. Last Christmas eve was the first one for the Kougar as a blogger...harken, ye kittens, back to a day in yore ~ to the beginning of moi’s first year bloggie...

Christmas Eve Kiss

Curl up by the fireplace with the softly crackling flames, creamy egg nog at the ready, dear Big Kittie Lovers. Santa is on his merry journey, gifts for all of us good kitties in his magic always-filled bag. Rudolph lights the way through fog or snowstorm with his beacon red nose. Yes, the big night of Winter Solstice has arrived, the night of all divine, the time of all Good Angels is here. Whether you're the cat who loves to pounce at Santa's legs or if you merely keep watch and squinch open one eye to glimpse Santa's arrival, all is to be enjoyed on this night of many miracles and wonders.

And, if you haven’t read the Kougar’s naughty version of the Rudolph, the Red Nose Reindeer, and you have a yen for such Xmas naughtiness, it’s still up at Title Magic.

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Up the Chimney He Rose...

Part Eighteen ~

“...my true love sent to me, twelve drummers drumming.” He smoothed his hand beneath the ribbon around her waist.
“Twelve drummers drumming at midnight?” she asked, unable to resist, just as her palms were unable to resist his magnificently muscled shoulders.
He slid his other hand beneath another band of ribbon on her back, caressing. “Christmas eve, Santa comes down your chimney again.”
“Shapeshifter Santa is already in my chimney.” Enjoying his huge cock, Kaily writhed her hips a bit, while her body melted even more against his. “What happens if you don’t arrive?”
Utter desire, his gaze gleamed. “Given it will be known my vessel was damaged, there will be no bad consequences.”
“Oh.”
“Your generous supply of curiosity has given me a superior destiny, little kitten.”
“I’ll keep your secret,” she promised, and meant it more than she’d ever meant anything before.
“We will act like boyfriend and girlfriend,” he stated, as if that were the normal course to take. “Until I engage you in an act of marriage.”
Kaily blinked several times, the fog of being shocked blurring her vision. “Marriage,” she stammered. Her eyes must have crossed, since his face wasn’t in focus. “Don’t you have to go back?” Was that a straw she grabbed at? It must be, since she knew her straw, helping to set up the outdoor nativity scene each year.
“If my vessel repairs itself fully, I will return with you as my bride.”
“Bride.” The word lodged itself in her throat, a lump of gargantuan proportions.
“Yes. Thus, my obligation will be cancelled, and left to another if it has not yet been fulfilled.”
“Oh.”
“It will be a visit only, my precious Kaily. I will have lost my right to rule.” He nuzzled into her hair, a sensual pleasure lost to her.
“Oh.” Oh, god, now what? “A King without a kingdom.”
“You are my kingdom.” Suddenly he claimed her butt. “Twelve drummers,” he purred with naughty intent. Lightly his hands drummed on her very well-rounded ass, causing her to slide on his cock.
“Oh!” She reveled in the sensations, despite the more-than-bizarre situation.
“You don’t have more than ten fingers, do you?”
“Ten fingers and two palms,” he triumphed, never missing a beat on her butt.
“Ooooh, that does feel good.” Kaily added oomph, undulating her hips in time with his drumming.
He growled his own lustful appreciation, then caught her lips in a bold kiss that possessed her insides and didn’t let go. She couldn’t refuse him, kissing him as passionately.
Their mouths fused fiercely, he drummed on her jiggling butt while she glided her sheath up and down his eager cock. At least, his long yule log seemed to rise eagerly inside her.
As if a bubble of wildest joy exploded around her, Kaily felt her orgasm take her, ravish her. Grabbing her ass cheeks he loosed her mouth, and pummeled her sheath, his strokes deliberate, ferocious.
Lunging deep, he savagely growled, “Up the chimney he rose.”
~~~~~

Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
Part Thirteen ~ see Smiling for the Holidays
Part Fourteen ~ see Nine Ladies Dancing... & the Grand Gift Winner
Part Fifteen ~ see Winter Solstice & Ten Lords A-Leaping...
Part Sixteen ~ see Santa Baby ~ Eleven Pipers Piping...
Part Seventeen ~ see Twas the Night of Twelve Drummers Drumming...
~~~~~~~

MOST BLESSED DAY OF GIFT-GIVING

Christmas eve smooch from the Kougar...

Twas the Night of Twelve Drummers Drumming...

What the Kougaress would wear if she was going *Holiday partying* tonight...

Big Kittens...the terrible chill has lifted, for now, on the tame prairie. And the Kougar is recovering from being under the weather...sniffle...
May you all be snuggy warm and truly blessed on this day before Christmas...
Guess *tail-twitching* what? Looking for a cover art font, moi discovered the BookStrand ad in Romantic Times magazine...and there was the cover of When a Good Angel Falls, in the midst of, and along with all of the outstanding authors’ book covers. Meow-wow and pow! What a lovely giftie for this Kougar girl...check out page #117 of the January 2009 issue.
Also, tomorrow, the Kougar will be blogging at Title Magic...find out about a naughty version of Rudolph, the Red Nose Reindeer...

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Twelve Drummers Drumming...

Part Seventeen ~

Who was this man...this shapeshifter...this alien from the stars? The questions struggled against the staggering blissful drunk her mind had become.
“Dillon.” She heard her voice reach out to him, even though he could tell her anything he wanted. How would she know?
“Kaily.” His rough, but gentle purr covered her skin. Slipping his palms over her waist, he stroked over her breasts, then caressed the swells. Omygawd, what was he...her dream lover come to life?
She pried one eye open, and gazed at his strong taut groin. “Eleven pipers piping...gonna pipe me, with that pipe?”
“Your wish, my woman,” he growled softly. “One.” He seized her breasts, then lunged.
She moaned with the torrid pleasure, the rapture already simmering through her sheath and igniting her pussy mound.
“Two,” he growled savagely.
She gripped his forearms, luxuriating in the feel of his hands as a blaze of ecstasy shot up her belly.
“Three.”
The immense weight and size of his cock lit her up like a bonfire.
“Four.”
As he plowed his manhood deep inside her, she whimpered, and dug her nails into him.
“Five,” he roared. With primitive strength, he thrust inside her six more times.
Her orgasm flared into an inferno of rapture throughout her flesh, and Kaily felt him strike deep, then squeeze her breasts into cones. Groaning her name, he raised up, rigid with his orgasm.
Long moments later, he languidly rolled her on top of him, his embrace heaven.
“God, can your lord leap,” she praised, letting herself snuggle against his chest.
“Then, my pipe is pleasing. And remains pleasing in you.” She opened her eyes meeting his dark golden eyes.
He looked so smug, she muttered drily, “You’re not an actual lord, are you?”
His grin could have eaten a canary. “No, my beautiful gift, I am not a lord as you mean it.”
She waited a breath or two before asking, “What are you?” Her heart tripped rapidly, suddenly, as if some part of her knew.
“On my world I would be considered a King.”
Despite his sumptuous molding of her butt, her eyes flew open, and straight into the amused brilliance of his. Her heart pounded like a damn hammer. “What? The King of Beasts?” The silly words burst out the instant they appeared before her mind’s eye.
“The King of Vhayquexia. One of thirty realms.”
Nothing made sense anymore. She merely gaped at him, still as a mouse hiding from a stalking cat.
“There is no urgency. I am certain my brother enjoys ruling in my absence.”
“I’m sure I don’t understand,” she hesitantly whispered.
“I traveled to meet a bride I did not wish to marry.”
“A princess?” Kaily blinked, feeling like she lived in a fairytale.
“A ferocious and particularly vicious princess with claws like scorpions.”
“Why?” She had to know.
“As firstborn it was my obligation to fulfill the treaty. Even though I objected.” His gaze turned to smoke. “On the twelfth day of Christmas...”
~~~~~

Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
Part Thirteen ~ see Smiling for the Holidays
Part Fourteen ~ see Nine Ladies Dancing... & the Grand Gift Winner
Part Fifteen ~ see Winter Solstice & Ten Lords A-Leaping...
Part Sixteen ~ see Santa Baby ~ Eleven Pipers Piping...
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HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

&

A MOST BLESSED CHRISTMAS EVE

Twelve tiny kisses from the Kougar...

Santa Baby ~ Eleven Pipers Piping...

Not quite as frigid on the tame prairie, my Big Holiday Cats, though the Kougar has some kind of icky malady, which she is yowling-blaming on the icy temps.
Good thing moi has her not-so-big Christmas preparations done.

Yay and a happily swishing tail! Cathy MacDonald has won one of the Kougar’s ebooks by entering the contest at The Romance Studio’s Twelve Days of Holiday Cheer.

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Eleven Pipers Piping...

Part Sixteen ~

“On the Tenth Day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, Ten Lords a-leaping,” she whispered, enthralled with him. She flowed her fingers over the strong column of his neck, then caressed beneath his wealth of hair. He remained like a sphinx above her.
Good lord, what was his prowess with a partridge? His cock had not lost any size whatsoever, that she could feel. Her fingers halted, grazed over what felt like a small patch of fur on his shoulder, near his neck. Fur?! She brushed her finger pads back and forth. Fur?
Not hair as in a hairy back. This felt like plush-pile silky fur. Her heart skipped a beat. Her breath clutched at her throat. Comparing him to a lion, his carriage and power, was one matter. Having fur was a WHOLE other matter. Her eyebrows shot up. How furry was he?
“Fur,” she murmured, slipping her fingers along the edge of the patch. Her stomach clenched with astonishment.
“Kaily.” Gradually, he lowered himself, his gaze unnaturally luminous, as if his eyes glowed in the dark.
Her hands remained on his shoulders, and she wondered why fear didn’t grab her and shake her like a ragdoll. “Fur?”
When his features tensed and his eyes flickered brightly, then darkened, she quaked inside. His thumbs gently stroked her temples.
“I am what you might call a shapeshifter.”
Everything inside her lurched...where to she had no idea. Shapeshifter, the word pushed against her lips, but wouldn’t pass through. She knew by the way she stared, her pupils must be dilated to the size of dinner plates.
“It will pose no real problem between us,” he rumbled, his tone utter reassurance.
“No real problem,” she choked out, then noticed her nails were biting into his shoulders. He seemed impervious.
“Let me show you.” He purred exactly like a human male, who was about to use the point of his cock to make a point.
“No...”
The rest of her words failed to launch. He caressed his palms from her head, rising upwards. Straddling her thighs, he possessively swept his hands down to her hips. After leisurely stroking , he gripped her butt. “One,” he promised, then placed both knees inside her thighs.
Every question she had... lined up like racehorses on Derby day...froze on her lips as if they cuddled up to an iceberg.
He withdrew his cock, then pumped inside her, primitive and fierce.
Kaily screamed silently with utter appreciation and pleasure.
“Two,” he growled, his eyes all aglow.
Oh God, he rocked her with the force of his thrusts, counting out each one. Delirium seized her mind, making it mushy bliss.
“Ten.” He did not fail to launch, jolting her into an orgasm that sent her reeling through time and space...even though she could still hear his primal groan, his roar of triumph.
Falling back through the portal, she felt his lazy strokes on her hips and butt.
“Eleven pipers piping,” he rasped like a beast.
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
Part Thirteen ~ see Smiling for the Holidays
Part Fourteen ~ see Nine Ladies Dancing... & the Grand Gift Winner
Part Fifteen ~ see Winter Solstice & Ten Lords A-Leaping...
~~~~~~~

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

Eleven Santa Baby kisses from the Kougar...

Winter Solstice & Ten Lords A-Leaping...

Happy Winter Solstice, my Big Beautiful Cats. Winter Solstice in the Year of One, it’s a SEVEN day. Seven is considered a highly spiritual number, but it cuts both ways. Spiritual as in those who truly live their path, and those who use religious principles to subjugate others, including themselves. One path frees, the other path enslaves. This is our current world, and the terrible clash is coming between those who wish freedom for themselves and others...and those who think their freedom depends on enslaving others. Unless, we as a people can create a mass spiritual consciousness beyond this battle, the ugliness will touch us all in ways we can’t even comprehend. Our opportunity as humans is to advance toward a way of freedom which nourishes us all, physically and down to our precious souls.

Today, the Seasonal Celebration at the Siren-BookStrand loop continued, with delightful results, especially the conversations which go beyond promo, exploring all of us as authors and readers of romance.
Also, today, was Flash Fiction day at the Liquid Silver SEx blog, with the incomparable RJ hosting. The Kougar did not get to participate, having slept a major part of the day away because she didn’t make it to her slumbers until about 8 am. Meow-wow talk about a massive flash-ing party, though...there were well over 300 comments!!!
However, the Kougar KitKat did follow the Flash theme, turning the first one hundred words of her current WIP into a flashie...

This is the beginning of a new story I'm working on ~

Stallion of Ash and Flame

Trail rapped his knuckles on the splintery wood of the old ranch house’s front door, and made a mental note to replace it. As soon as the woman inside moved to answer, he gathered her fragrance into his nostrils. Suppressing his urge to snuffle in her scent more fully, he let the blaze of rose and gingery spice course through him. He’d admired her from afar, mainly at the Saturday night dances in town.
Knowing she was not a woman to give a man a one-night tumble, he’d respected her aloofness toward him, despite the raging bulge of his cock.
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Alert !!!
Issue #10, my Big Beautiful Kittens, of The Romance Studio’s Twelve Days of Holiday Cheer ~ there it was, the Kougar’s greeting.
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My KitKats ~ this is a post on the Aspen Mountain Press loop from Maura Anderson. The Kougar appreciates how she explains, in a simple way, the ancient tradition of celebrating the Winter Solstice ~

Some of you probably know I'm a pagan - a wiccan high priestess - and I wanted to point out that tomorrow is Yule, the Winter Solstice. This is traditionally the shortest day of the year (in terms of time from sunrise to sunset) and the tipping point of the year. After tomorrow, the year will slowly start to have more daylight hours until the Summer Solstice.
There is a lot of mythology based around Yule and a lot of traditions - one of the most famous is the battle between the Oak King and the Holly King. Traditionally the Holly King is the consort of the goddess and rules from Summer Solstice to Winter Solstice (the waning) and then the Oak King and Holly King battle on the Winter Solstice where the Oak King takes over as consort and ruler.
The Holly is sacred as it bears green leaves and red berries in the death of winter. Lots of symbolism in these traditions.
Some of that is melded into my story, Gift of the Holly King, that has re-released as a single-title ebook!
Maura Anderson - Author of Sensual, Magical, Unconventional Tales
Gift of the Holly King -- Available NOW from Aspen Mountain Press
~ http://www.realmsoftheraven.com ~

HAPPY WINTER SOLSTICE, EVERYONE!

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Ten Lords A-Leaping...

Part Fifteen ~

Once she could, Kaily dared one eye open, just a crack. Ignoring the embers that now seemed to have taken up permanent residence in her belly...and ignoring his yule tide log of joy still filling her completely, she asked, “What are you? Some kind of sex guru on your world?”
“Guru?” He appeared puzzled. Placing her hand on the side of his face, he nuzzled a kiss into the center of her palm.
Good heavens, how was it everything the man did to her felt so tingly erotic? “Mystical wise man,” she explained, her breaths already out of control.
He pressed another kiss, and Kaily let her eyes close, basking in the way he made her feel. Why not? This might be the only time in her life she was with a ‘sex guru’. Unless...his past words penetrated...joining...the way of his forefathers.
She snapped both eyes open, staring...well, staring as hard she could while being ravished. He seductively swept his palm down her arm, covering her other hand with his. At the same time, he cradled her head, leaving her hand to attach itself, as if the granite-like planes of his face were made of Velcro.
“Like the three Wise Men?” His golden gaze blistered into her. Slowly, he brought her other hand toward his cheek.
“Could be,” she mused, thinking it did make sense. “But not exactly.”
He rubbed the side of his face against her palm, a sensual act which had her insides scintillating like a summer heat wave on pavement.
“Hold my face, Kaily.”
His deep raw tone compelled her, even though her hands weren’t about to detach themselves. Sliding his arms beneath her shoulders, he tenderly cupped her head with both hands. “Kaily, my beautiful gift, dance your fingers on my face.” His head dipped, and he gently drew her thumb into his mouth.
“Nine ladies dancing,” she murmured. As if bewitched, her fingers caressed, lightly stroking over his handsome regal features. Her thumb bathed in the hot cavern of his mouth, massaged by his large tongue, while an intense core of pleasure established itself in the middle of her body, emanating from the bold shove of his cock.
“Oh, god,” she moaned. “Dillon...what are you doing to me?”
He didn’t answer, of course. He just kept doing it, his tongue and mouth conquering her thumb, and her senses with sweltering ecstasy. She writhed her hips slowly, barely rocking his enormous cock.
His groan of pleasure vibrated her thumb, and sent a cascade of ecstatic ripples though her loins, twitching her clit. She whimpered, the sharp flow of her orgasm shooting upwards.
Gradually he dragged his mouth up her thumb. “Kaily.” He tensed, a mighty presence above her and against her flesh. Consumed by his orgasm, he strained upwards, finally bellowing a growl that coursed through her fingers first, then through her. Her hands had never left his face, glued to him by extreme passion.
“Ten Lords a-leaping,” he rasped.
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
Part Thirteen ~ see Smiling for the Holidays
Part Fourteen ~ see Nine Ladies Dancing... & the Grand Gift Winner
~~~~~~~

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

Winter Solstice smooch from the Kougar...

Nine Ladies Dancing... & the Grand Gift Winner

Holiday evening, my Big KitKats, the Grand Gift Winner is *ta-da* ~
Debbie Tsikuris !!!
Debbie, moi has paw-sent out the e-mail. If there’s any glitch, please contact the Kougar here at her bloggie or at her email addy ~ rebelromance at earthlink.net ~
And!!! another huge roaring shout-out to the Kougar’s gift winner... *** JAYZEE ***...chosen by moi’s mother. Jayzee, please contact at the above email addy or leave your addy here, and I’ll send you a blurb and you can choose which ebook giftie you’d like.
Plus!!! If anyone who commented would like a short and sweet Angelic reading from Volcano, then follow the contact instructions above...meow-jingle bells, jingle bells, tra la la and romping over the snowy landscape, purring-have a holly jolly holiday...
Shhhhh...the Kougar is slightly inebriated on all the holiday loop chatting...

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Nine Ladies Dancing...

Part Fourteen ~

He paused, his gaze flaming into her. “I would taste each of your fingers.”
“My fingers,” she breathy murmured, puzzled.
“Yes, my beautiful Kaily, that is part of the ritual.”
“Ritual?” But did she really want to know? There’d been a tiny terrified squeak beneath her tone, and inside her soul, even as her own gaze immersed deeply into his, and felt like fire meeting his fire.
“The ritual of our joining.”
Before she could squeak a louder response, he shifted, his hand stroking away from her head. With lazy grace, he eased the ribbon from her upper arm onto her shoulder, then caressed down the length of her arm in manner that had her begging for more of his touch. God help her, even though he touched her about everywhere, including his still rocket-shaped cock, lodged with seeming comfort, inside her pussy. Enfolding her hand, he brought it before his lips.
Her breath hitched, stopping in her throat. His features had altered, the hard planes of his face were more glorious and masculine...and somehow, different. She furrowed her brow, studying him despite the unending shivers of bliss, as if she bathed in a pool of champagne...only better. “Joining,” she recalled, the miniature bubbles inside her doing their best to distract her with effervescent pleasure.
“I join with you, Kaily, in the way of my forefathers.”
His tone was so resplendent and formal, his gaze so potent and serious, Kaily tried to quiver with alarm. But her body refused, merely succumbing to the press of his lips on top of her fingers. Then her hand surrendered to the stroke of his thumb up the center of her palm, so slow she panted in anticipation.
“Eight maids a-milking,” he roughly purred.
As he lowered his mouth toward her forefinger, her breath caught, and her sheath clenched, gloving his cock tighter, which she’d thought was impossible. A moment later he had devoured her finger with the blistering heat of his mouth, and now he gradually sucked upwards. She died inside, deliciously, and went to carnal heaven. Who cared if his tongue felt a little like sandpaper?
“Dillon,” she whispered, as he began to ravish her middle finger in the same seductive and deliberate way. Then her ring finger. She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut the moment his mouth gently closed over her little finger, then glided upwards.
“Dillon,” she whimpered, once he’d placed her hand beside her, then cupped her head again.
His other hand swept down her arm, capturing her hand. Effortlessly, he smoothed away the ribbon, then brought her palm before his mouth. Again, he ravenously sucked up her forefinger while her body subtly blazed with rapture. Omygawd, as his mouth dominantly slid up her middle finger, she glowed with the start of another orgasm. By the time he leisurely enjoyed her little finger, she floated into radiance, lost. Until she heard...
“On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, nine ladies dancing.”
~~~~~~

Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
Part Thirteen ~ see Smiling for the Holidays
~~~~~~~

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

Nine dancing kisses from the Kougar...

Smiling for the Holidays

Greetings, Big Beautiful Cats, the Kougar is smiling wide from all your comments...as if she just consumed the proverbial canary. A kitty yowl of great big thanks to everyone, and may you all your holiday wishes come true, whether they involve sexy Santas, or not.
Tomorrow moi will announce the winner who will receive their choice from her published ebooks, or from the two to be released.
Nina Pierce will announce the Grand Giveaway winner on her bloggie tomorrow morning, around nine...at which time this night owl KitKat will not be awake...
Good Purring Luck to everyone.
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If you’re not too tuckered out from shopping and other holiday activities...or if you just want a break...remember!
~~~ For a weekend of erotic sizzle and holly jolly lust, plus prizes, join the authors of Siren-BookStrand this weekend. ~~~
Saturday, the 20th and on Sunday, the 21st its...ta-da! It’s the
*** Siren-Bookstrand Christmas Party *** at ~ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SirenBookstrand/ ~
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Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Eight Maids A-Milking...

Part Thirteen ~

With a powerful gliding rhythm he claimed her sheath. He claimed her passions. And he claimed her. All while his hands possessed hers and his legs possessed hers. Omygawd, her breasts swelled with ecstasy as his chest moved boldly on top of them.
His seizing relentless kiss enhanced every sensation flooding her body. God, she swam in raging waves of bliss.
Dillon.
What was his name? If he was ‘from the stars’?
The thought slipped in and out of her awareness. Her curiosity and her sense of self-preservation wanted to assert itself. Instead her loins burned beautifully, a slow molten build toward her orgasm. The glorious strength of his cock took her over and over again, and so magnificently she could hardly believe it was real.
Hadn’t she dreamed of this? A man who could truly take her, not just ‘fuck’ her senseless. But then, the few men she’d been with, most of them couldn’t even fuck worth a foolishly wasted damn.
Surrendering, she flowed her body with his and savored his stamina. God help her, the tip of his cock possessed the core of her femininity with each long forceful stroke inside her sheath. Part of her wanted to cling to him forever. To know his magnificent strength between her thighs the way she would if she did belong to him.
Belong to him, the phrase sang through her mind as her orgasm began inside her sheath, then ebbed rapturously throughout her flesh. She drowned until her body dissolved, and finally disappeared, and she soared into whiteness.
"Kaily."
His rough velvet voice worshiped her first. Then he growled his orgasm, the sound rose to a roar, and she nearly jumped out of her skin...except she had no desire to move, not even her little finger. She languished in bliss.
Releasing her hands, he placed his palms on either side of her and shot upwards like a great lion. He roared again. His short thick mane, shades darker than his brandy eyes, waved as if he had been born free, and shone like burnished gold in the tree’s illumination. Through her hooded gaze, she watched him toss his hair again, then slowly descend to her.
His eyes blazed strangely, reminding her. "Your name...what is your name?"
Her languid soft voice sounded more like an invitation than a question.
Obviously pleased, he smiled, an upwards turn of his lips. "Dillon is the first sound of my name."
"I couldn’t pronounce it," she guessed, and searched his eyes.
"Not yet." Leaning on his elbows, he caressed his fingers through her hair, then captured her head. "On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, eight maids a-milking."
She shuddered inside violently...from the euphoria of anticipation, and from fear. What more was he going to do to her?
"If we were in my world." His tone tantalized her. "I would place golden rings on your thumbs now. Then I would lift your hand close to my lips."
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
~~~~~~~

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

A Maid’s swan-elegant kiss from the Kougar...

Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!

Welcome, holiday kittens. After an exhaustive, meow-very exhaustive, but delightful search, these are the Kougar’s fave Santas...
Purring...she’d lay by the chimney...tail-tip twitching with lazy attitude...to wait...yeah-raorrrr, baby...

Meow...just kidding. But he's so darn cute the Kougar isn't dining on him...
This is why the Kougar is laying in wait...

A Santa bearing gifts and champagne...that's a keeper for the Kougar...

Clawing off suspenders...could be a lusting good time...the Kougar's claws do need sharpening...

Ho Ho Ho...yum and lots o' skin to exercise the Kougar's tongue on...

Leave a comment and win a stocking full of Liquid Silver Books if you’re the one chosen for the Grand Gift giveaway.
Also, the Kougar will give a PDF copy to one person. Your choice from her currently published ebooks, or from the two ebooks due to release.

Your next blog chimney is ~ Kim Knox: http://www.darknessandromance.wordpress.com ~

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HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Seven Swans A-Swimming

Part Twelve ~

Stunned, Kaily felt his lance-like cock fill her up to the hilt. Omygawd, his hot tight eggs were certainly laying fully against her sensitive flesh. A jolt of rapturous passion spiraled up her middle. Still, the wide girth of his more-than-impressive manhood made her feel as if she couldn’t move. She wasn’t even certain how her pussy sheath had accommodated his size. She blinked rapidly realizing shock held part of her in its grip. Another part of her chanted...yes, god...oh, yes, yes, yes...
"Santa Baby," she breathlessly crooned, "I think your present is too big to come down my chimney."
His long low growl trembled her mouth with bliss. And Kaily whimpered in response as her head arched back, her eyes shutting deliciously.
When his lips feather-nibbled up her neck, her entire body shuddered beneath him. His loud groan vibrated against her throat, and she cried out from the intense sensual sweetness.
"Ooooh, Santa Baby," she whispered, "I’ve been an awful bad girl, stealing into your home, so don’t hurry down my chimney tonight."
Lightly...but as if he had fangs...he bit her neck briefly. She shivered within, knowing he marked her. The feeling was unmistakable. For the moment it sizzled through her, adding to her desire, intoxicating her even more. Yet buried deep, like keys dropped in several feet of snow, an icy sense of worry nagged at her. Especially as she gradually floated her eyes open and witnessed the odd golden flare of his eyes, feral in their brilliance.
"My woman."
The deep timbre of his dominant growl heated her skin to fierce passion, even as an ice cube slid down her belly, a definite warning. What had she gotten herself into?
"My beautiful Kaily, how could I miss your scent? Whenever you hid and watched me."
Oh, gawd!
His lips assaulted hers with nibbles, strong, impassioned, compelling. She moaned, her lips answering his, hungry to taste and feel him. Rapidly their mouths became a sultry frenzy of textures, rubbing and molding in a dance that drove her to a dark hot wildness.
With a masterful finesse that had her body yielding to him as her lips now did, he slowed their nibbling kisses until she murmured, "Oh, Santa Baby," against the corner of his mouth.
"We are joined, my Kaily, my woman."
Again the alarm bells peeled. She ignored them, drowning in the powerful purr of his voice, and luxuriating in the wanton feel of her breasts flattened beneath his weight.
"Seven swans a-swimming?" she asked, hoped.
"On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me." He paused, lunging his cock even deeper.
"Dillon," she gasped, his name a fragile sound she barely heard. His cock was an absolute beast inside her, and she felt utterly possessed by him. God help her.
"Seven swans a-swimming," he promised.
Sealing her mouth with a savage kiss that ravished her senses, he gradually withdrew his cock, only to plunge like a pile driver inside her.

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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

Giveaway smooch from the Kougar...

Liquid Silver Stocking Stuffer

Okay, my Lovely Big Kittens, the Kougar has lost her catnip marbles...meow and a HUGE YOWL -- consider this bloggie as a precursor for tomorrow night!!!

THATS WHEN THE STOCKING TOUR BEGINS !!!

Greetings, Santa hunk lovers, apologies for the late posting. It's been one of those wickedly frustrating days...

For the next Flash-ing of ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...
Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...
Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Eleven ~
SEE THE POST BELOW...

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The next chimney stop is ~

Kim Knox: http://www.darknessandromance.wordpress.com ~

HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM THE KOUGAR...

American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...

Still unthawing cold with a thin ragged blanket of snow on the Kougar’s tame prairie, my Big Beautiful Cats.
Friday will be the beginning of a monster posting party weekend for this Big Cat Authoress. On Friday the ALPHA HERO AND THEIR AUTHORS at ~ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha_males_and_their_authors/ ~ is having a holiday bash. On FALLEN ANGELS REVIEW Loop it’s Aspen Mountain Press day on Friday. Then on Saturday it’s Siren-BookStrand authors’ day.
PLUS!!! Saturday, the 20th and on Sunday, the 21st its...ta-da! The
*** Siren-Bookstrand Christmas Party *** at ~ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SirenBookstrand/ ~

Since moi has no actual Christmas day scenes to share, she is contemplating writing a seasonal vignette for each of her Siren-BookStrand books... although... well, meow, there is the naughty *rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer* scene between Sedona and Volcano in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS...hmmm-purr...

Big KitKats, this was posted by Evonne Wareham at Title Magic. If you haven’t checked out this round of entries yet, take a stroll on over, and vote for your fave ~

American Title V ~ Round Two

yes - it’s time to vote again. Already round two is here.

This time you get to choose your favourite description of the hero and heroine.

Check out the contest at the Romantic Times site or go direct to ~ romantictimes.com/news_amtitle.php

Voting is from 15 to 28 December

Please take some time from your busy Xmas schedule to take a look and to vote. It’s the easiest Xmas present you’ll give anyone this year.

Of course if the words ***NEVER COMING HOME *** should float through your mind when your fingers are hovering over that keyboard...

And this was one of the season greetings from The Romance Studio’s Twelve Days of Holiday Cheer ~ which the Kougar found completely cool ~

Minnette Meador
May your muse leave you breathless. May your pen flow with fire. May your words rise to spark the soul. May your heart never tire.

Happy holidays from my family to yours!
Minnette Meador ~
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Just for the Big Cool Holiday Kitties ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Six Geese A-Laying...

Part Eleven ~


Her lips numb as if she’d just been smacked by a snowball, she murmured, “You have got to be kidding.”
“Where I come from it is tradition.”
He’d stressed ‘come from’ as the heel of his hand stroked down her mound, pressing deeply...at least, one part of her was tingly-happy.
“Tradition,” she choked out. “What kind of tradition is that?” And where do you come from, mystery man?
He gently squeezed her mound, making it swoon helplessly for him. “It is a tradition of pleasure between a man and his woman.”
His woman! And what the heckfire kind of pleasure??? Did she dare ask him? Kaily unthawed inside, but it wasn’t a good heat twisting up her middle. “What world would have that tradition?”
“A world dissimilar and similar to yours.” He drew his hand away. Lithely rising to a sitting position, he removed his santa jacket.
Kaily quivered with the anticipation of seeing him naked. Actually, it was probably sheer lust. Yet, she was also afraid. Sucking in a big fat breath, she asked, “What world?”
“My home world, beautiful Kaily.”
A brisk winter wind blew through her, she could have sworn to it. “As in a world far, far away?”
“Far away, yes.” He paused, undoing the waistband of his santa pants. “My travel vessel was damaged. Earth was the nearest planet viable to my physiology.”
“Omygawd.” She didn’t doubt what he’d told her. Why, she wasn’t exactly certain. Except... “Is that how you actually look?”
He gave her a mischievous grin. “Most of the time.”
“What the hell does that mean?” He didn’t answer, taking off his boots instead.
Stunned down to every particle of her being, Kaily watched him slide the pants down in one easy movement that left her panting. His outside physiology was golden and muscle-gorgeous. Okay, he still had a pair of silly candy cane boxers on. “Omygawd,” she whispered as he faced her.
The fact that his cock looked like a rocket ship ready to launch beneath his boxers, while extremely impressive, paled in comparison to what she’d finally found out...so far.
“On the sixth day of Christmas,” he crooned. His eyes darkened to smoky brandy.
“Six geese a-laying,” she breathed out.
“My true love sent to me,” he deeply purred.
“What are you going to do to me?” Common sense told her she should unwrap the ribbon and make a hasty exit. But, no, she wasn’t going to do that. Watching him shove down his boxers, she thrummed with fiery excitement.
“Kaily.” He moved above her, straddling her with the latent power of a lion. “Give me your palms.”
Ridiculously obedient, she placed her hands beneath his, and he clasped them warmly while lowering his body on top of her. “Hands, two geese,” he rasped. “My chest, three.” He settled his cock in the cradle of her thighs, his legs wrapping hers. God, his body felt like masculine heaven. “My legs, five.”
Smooth and hard, he thrust inside her. “Six.
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

Six holidays smooches from the Kougar....