Inspiring, my Big Cats, the Spring's emerald greening of the Kougar's tame grass prairie. Emerald lush and growing taller, the pond sparkling as if jewels litter the surface, the blue sky covered by long banner strips of cloud, the winds blustery and blowing in a chill, with the sun almost obscured ~ and moi's small brown bird, who must be nesting nearby, since he watches and flits about his business ~ using a fallen branch which the Kougaress had planned to move, and now will not.
Kitty Kougar is still under the proverbial weather, but recovering and working on improving her wolfie shifter novella while missing her World of the Blue Pearl Moon. Her keep-it-all-going strategy being to simply accomplish whatever writing her strength and brain power allows for on any given day. Nap, then prowl, nap and prowl.
On a meow note of interest, the Romantic Times e-newsletter, reports that Dorchester has changed its publishing mind, and will sponsor American Title V. Anything goes on these manuscripts as long as you follow the guidelines. Good purring luck to all who enter.
Meow smooch from the Kougar...
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Friday, April 25, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Pleasure of Blue & Gardenia, New Atlantis
Okay, Kougar kitty is still here, despite the horrible eye crude she awoke with during her slumber. Non-disappearing pain in moi's eye was a fate not to be tolerated. After angelic intervention, lots of colloidal silver applications, grapefruit seed capsules and curcumin/bromelain capsules downed quickly...the symptoms have abated. Yay, Great Healing Cats. Any Big Kitties catch the gorgeous playful cougar on Jay Leno last night? Most certainly moi's long lost cousin, being both so powerful and adorable. The Cougar Spirit rises! And those 'squee-meow-squee' leopard babies, could any kitty babies be cuter?
The Pleasure of Blue rises. Yesterday and today, the Kougar's vault-bowl sky was cloudless from horizon to horizon -- the color, a serene vibrant blue, the paler light of azure and sapphire...and simply stunning in splendor.
Oh, beloved yesterday, as the Kougar awoke, chanting took over her mind. Over and over her title, All Shades of Blue Paradise played like a broken record...yay-purr-celebration, in her e-mail, the arcs from Siren arrived. Along the with info her e-novel was headed for the reviewers on Monday...oh, glorious and ruthlessly troublesome thought!
Spring is close, the prairie warming for now. And synchronicities spring up like dandelions around the Kougaress. On Coast with George Noory last night, 2012 sprung forth, the black & white shades of the Kougar's When a Good Angel Falls. Today on Whitley Strieber's internet radio show, Dreamland, Jay Weidner speaks on the cornerstone opportunity of 2012. Do we thrive beyond the prison of today's world, or do we merely survive in wretchedness? William Henry, the magic alchemy man of our new age, interviewed Mr. Weidner, mentioning the Blue Apple, an ancient alchemy symbol for achieving the impossible. Moi can only selfishly hope to achieve the seemingly impossible will occur for her -- there will be some reviewers, but most importantly, the readers will enjoy her stories. Blue Apple Hope, yowl-hope.
Tangerine and Wolf synchronicity...wolves abound around the Kougaress, with no thought to dethrone her, but merely as beloved mythical messengers. Tangerine fields and marmalade skies, moi paw-pens these words as she radio-listens to the Beatle John Lennon's UFO experiences. Just a couple of days, Big Cats, Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds played as bumper music on Coast, causing the Kougar to wonder if the editor for Tangerine Carnal Dreams will be in contact???
March is the magic month for moi, since the sun arrives in her birth sign of Aries. And meow! March 1st, One being the Kougaress's numerology life path. And now it's time for the New Atlantis rising, the beginning of a new world, the celebration of a new way. Below is moi's American Title IV love scene entry. Shut your eyes, my Beautiful Big Cats, if passion-hot is not to your reading tuna-taste.
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis by Savanna Kougar - love scene entry.
Kalypso nodded, released a huge sigh as Grady pivoted from them. "Stranger and stranger," she murmured. "But not exactly. And that probably doesn’t make much sense. – Wish I could indulge in some real champagne – but the job hasn’t ended."
"He’s not lying," Zryphus growled.
"Yeah, I know. What’d you do? Use that fancy brain scanner the Feds like so much?"
"He’s part Venutian. Don’t have a strong sense of their truthfulness."
"Good excuse as I’ve ever heard...Agent." Kalypso turned to him. "You can unfurrow your over-sized brow. I’m not accepting his sperm, lab or otherwise. – Although, it’s none of your damn business. Really."
"Over-sized?" Zryphus gazed down at her, his eyes implacable sapphire. Except for what Kalypso labeled the ‘puppy’ look.
"Oh, for gawd’s sake! And men think women are over-sensitive. – Not that we aren’t at times. But the shoe fits on both feet. – Oh, never mind. That didn’t come out right. – I just meant ‘large’ – as in bigger than most males I know. – Not un-handsome." She took a breather. He still gazed down at her. "I didn’t talk about your ‘over-sized’ – organ!" she pointed out.
"Organ?"
"Cock. Phallus. Whatever you call IT in your language. – Wouldn’t that bruise your ego more – than a ‘brow’?"
"You haven’t done me the honor of looking upon IT...yet, gorgeous. How would you know if it’s over-sized?" He’d softened his tone to southern gentleman, surprising Kalypso – unnerving her a bit.
"Seemed pretty monstrous when it was pokin’ up before," Kalypso defended, knowing she swam in shark-infested waters with this ridiculous exchange. Him being the biggest shark of all – maybe he was the biggest ‘shark’ she’d ever known. She squeezed her eyelids against her own thoughts. Waited. Felt the inward-outward rush of her breath as if that’s all she could feel.
"Let’s test IT out," he whispered, "let you feel IT." He grasped her elbow, all of a sudden propelling her somewhere. "You can decide if it’s over-sized." His male whisper close to her ear, tormented her senses, taunted her loins – ignited her to liquid fire. Made her ability to think turn to corn mush. She only knew they moved into a private darkened area of The Castle – where lovers went – an area of hidden alcoves, designed for passionate trysts.
‘No’ she tried to speak. The word refused to pass her lips.
He thrust her against stone, the smooth, warm stone wall of an alcove. His huge hard body braced against hers, he held her captive. His lips seized her lips, his fierce kiss conquering her mouth before she could fight him.
His kisses conquered her senses, spun her desire out of control. She kissed him almost as boldly, her arms winding around his neck, her breasts flattening against his chest.
He played her lips, the viking virtuoso – and she desperately adored it. She kissed him as heathen-relentlessly. Not wanting to be anywhere else. Only against him.
Him.
Damn! Damn! The word ran through her soul like a chased rabbit.
She was in mucho big trouble. Big nova-type trouble. That didn’t stop her. It certainly didn’t stop him.
When he slid his large powerful hands up her thighs, beneath her dress. She did nothing, but sigh like a willing vixen against his mouth. She did nothing, but furiously play her lips against his, insatiable for him.
She let him caress her – boldly caress her thighs.
Maybe it was enough that he knew how to stroke her, claim her with long god-demanding caresses. Maybe it was their passion, the ruthless desire of his kisses to hers. Maybe it was how good he smelled. All-powerful male, potent as rich smoking tobacco.
Somewhere – in the very back of her mind – a teensy voice begged, warned her, told her ‘everyone knew’. Gardenia would know, did know. That didn’t stop her.
And somewhere – she knew he was doing carnal-exactly what he wanted to do with her – do to her. That didn’t stop her.
Exquisitely, she burned.
Excruciating, her loins burned to excruciating. Her wetness flowed, sweltering on the inside of her thighs.
His hand stroked between her thighs, all powerful. Gradually he stroked upwards, a delicious wild torment.
Claiming her mouth with steamy forceful kisses, he caressed the juncture of her thigh.
She tensed – believing he would just grab between her thighs, crudely try to excite her.
His caresses didn’t halt, his seductive rhythm continuing.
She moaned into their ferocious clinging kiss. Arching, she pressed her breasts against his chest even more. His strength to her softness, exciting her fiercely.
She whimpered against his mouth as he caressed her mound, as he claimed, gently claimed. He held her mound completely with his palm. So large she kitten-moaned.
Owning no illusion, she knew he claimed her, as a man claimed a woman he knew belonged to him. That didn’t stop her.
"He’s not lying," Zryphus growled.
"Yeah, I know. What’d you do? Use that fancy brain scanner the Feds like so much?"
"He’s part Venutian. Don’t have a strong sense of their truthfulness."
"Good excuse as I’ve ever heard...Agent." Kalypso turned to him. "You can unfurrow your over-sized brow. I’m not accepting his sperm, lab or otherwise. – Although, it’s none of your damn business. Really."
"Over-sized?" Zryphus gazed down at her, his eyes implacable sapphire. Except for what Kalypso labeled the ‘puppy’ look.
"Oh, for gawd’s sake! And men think women are over-sensitive. – Not that we aren’t at times. But the shoe fits on both feet. – Oh, never mind. That didn’t come out right. – I just meant ‘large’ – as in bigger than most males I know. – Not un-handsome." She took a breather. He still gazed down at her. "I didn’t talk about your ‘over-sized’ – organ!" she pointed out.
"Organ?"
"Cock. Phallus. Whatever you call IT in your language. – Wouldn’t that bruise your ego more – than a ‘brow’?"
"You haven’t done me the honor of looking upon IT...yet, gorgeous. How would you know if it’s over-sized?" He’d softened his tone to southern gentleman, surprising Kalypso – unnerving her a bit.
"Seemed pretty monstrous when it was pokin’ up before," Kalypso defended, knowing she swam in shark-infested waters with this ridiculous exchange. Him being the biggest shark of all – maybe he was the biggest ‘shark’ she’d ever known. She squeezed her eyelids against her own thoughts. Waited. Felt the inward-outward rush of her breath as if that’s all she could feel.
"Let’s test IT out," he whispered, "let you feel IT." He grasped her elbow, all of a sudden propelling her somewhere. "You can decide if it’s over-sized." His male whisper close to her ear, tormented her senses, taunted her loins – ignited her to liquid fire. Made her ability to think turn to corn mush. She only knew they moved into a private darkened area of The Castle – where lovers went – an area of hidden alcoves, designed for passionate trysts.
‘No’ she tried to speak. The word refused to pass her lips.
He thrust her against stone, the smooth, warm stone wall of an alcove. His huge hard body braced against hers, he held her captive. His lips seized her lips, his fierce kiss conquering her mouth before she could fight him.
His kisses conquered her senses, spun her desire out of control. She kissed him almost as boldly, her arms winding around his neck, her breasts flattening against his chest.
He played her lips, the viking virtuoso – and she desperately adored it. She kissed him as heathen-relentlessly. Not wanting to be anywhere else. Only against him.
Him.
Damn! Damn! The word ran through her soul like a chased rabbit.
She was in mucho big trouble. Big nova-type trouble. That didn’t stop her. It certainly didn’t stop him.
When he slid his large powerful hands up her thighs, beneath her dress. She did nothing, but sigh like a willing vixen against his mouth. She did nothing, but furiously play her lips against his, insatiable for him.
She let him caress her – boldly caress her thighs.
Maybe it was enough that he knew how to stroke her, claim her with long god-demanding caresses. Maybe it was their passion, the ruthless desire of his kisses to hers. Maybe it was how good he smelled. All-powerful male, potent as rich smoking tobacco.
Somewhere – in the very back of her mind – a teensy voice begged, warned her, told her ‘everyone knew’. Gardenia would know, did know. That didn’t stop her.
And somewhere – she knew he was doing carnal-exactly what he wanted to do with her – do to her. That didn’t stop her.
Exquisitely, she burned.
Excruciating, her loins burned to excruciating. Her wetness flowed, sweltering on the inside of her thighs.
His hand stroked between her thighs, all powerful. Gradually he stroked upwards, a delicious wild torment.
Claiming her mouth with steamy forceful kisses, he caressed the juncture of her thigh.
She tensed – believing he would just grab between her thighs, crudely try to excite her.
His caresses didn’t halt, his seductive rhythm continuing.
She moaned into their ferocious clinging kiss. Arching, she pressed her breasts against his chest even more. His strength to her softness, exciting her fiercely.
She whimpered against his mouth as he caressed her mound, as he claimed, gently claimed. He held her mound completely with his palm. So large she kitten-moaned.
Owning no illusion, she knew he claimed her, as a man claimed a woman he knew belonged to him. That didn’t stop her.
Pleasure of blue kiss from the Kougar -- from the ethers only...
Friday, February 29, 2008
Year of the Red Lioness
Big Kitties, the Kougar is holding her own in this battle of virus versus wellness. While not spunky and tail perky, she is paw-to-blog functional enough. Dancing paws, Big Beautiful Cats, the synchronicities arrive like swarms of silvery fishies for Red Lioness Tamed, Liquid Silver Books. What did the Kougar hear as bumper music on her fave internet radio shows? Year of the Cat, that mystical lyrical haunting song. And 'nashville cats', and now the title escapes moi's un-steel trap like mind.
Roar! The Year of the Red Lioness, or the lioness chases, then consumes the Chinese Year of the Rat. Yeah, that's the space ticket, or the ticket into space -- which not! for all the shrimp in the seas of the world, would the Kougaress pay for a trip on such primitive NASA vehicles. Of course, that tuna-begs the real question. The Black World NASA revealed by Richard Hoagland in his best-selling book, Dark Mission...well, to Mars and beyond.
To the Kougaress's sharp jewel eye, the current NASA is for smoke-and-mirrors public consumption, and is as laughable as a dog leaping up frantically to catch the Kougar while she lounges on her favorite tree limb. Or, comparable to Keystone space cops, who can't fly beyond the space station while riding in their rickety accident-waiting-to-happen shuttle.
Yeah, sarcastic-meow -- where does all that black budget money go?
Segue into Black. Last night the Kougar completed and sent her submission to Nocturne Bites, Kill the Black Wolf. Big long shrug, moi has no idea what will occur???
Blurb: With the writer’s strike on the way, her Muse missing, and her body about to crash and burn from exhaustion, Sondra knows it’s time to take a break at her friend’s isolated home in the Montana forest. But why can’t she sleep? And why is her intuition zinging through her as if she’d stuck her finger in a light socket?
On a night roaming journey to decide his future with his Red Rock pack, whether or not to challenge his brothers for alpha leadership, Duke doesn’t count on rescuing a wolfess, then racing for his life from two seasoned hunters who want his hide as a trophy. But fate howls his way, when he’s rescued by the woman, who is his path, his Prophetess, and his mate.
On a night roaming journey to decide his future with his Red Rock pack, whether or not to challenge his brothers for alpha leadership, Duke doesn’t count on rescuing a wolfess, then racing for his life from two seasoned hunters who want his hide as a trophy. But fate howls his way, when he’s rescued by the woman, who is his path, his Prophetess, and his mate.
Race on over to Title Magic, Lovely Big Cats. Nancy Haddock, author of La Vida Vampire, RT 4.5 stars Top Pick, blogs today about writing the paranormal into your story.
Nancy, I'm lost in all the wonderful comments. Sorry, I'll get my thinking cap back on. Happy Leap Day everyone. Gotta luv those powers. The transport thing would be marvelous. I've daydreamed about that, and written it in stories. But I think in this day and age, I would like the power to erase the memory of the bad guys. Get stopped by a cop determined to taser you without justification, just erase the memory that you were ever there. And erase the memory of all the cameras, etc.
Lexie, ah, those flying dreams. Mine aren't as often as yours -- and I have had encounters with those power lines, and monstrous trees, but fortunately I've been able to avoid them at the last minute.
Nancy, Your novel just sounds fantastic. Luv your heroine's name and the Title. It is amazing how the paranormal realm is on our side when we're writing about it. At least, my experience.
Biggie congrats on your RT review! That is soooo exciting!
Sorta perky smooch from the Kougar...
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Red Mystical Synchronicity
Mystical synchronicity, Big Kitties, meow and enthusiastic yowl! On Title Magic today Helen posted a wonderful blog about our celestial speeds through space. Our beloved Earth orbiting the sun. Our solar system circling the galactic center. Our galaxy dancing toward another galaxy. The Celtic circle upon circle, spiral upon spiral, The Magic Knot of life -- and the title of Helen's entry in the American Title IV contest in Romantic Times magazine. BTW, the love scenes need your vote!Red mystical synchronicity...the Kougar wished for a way to blog about
Red Lioness Tamed, her claw-fierce lioness woman in space. And what appeared but this image of a small galaxy, breathless in its beauty...and gloriously savagely red at its center. The pic Helen chose for her blog.Bow to the Great Bast. For this is what Sun Rocket and Captain Draxen Z of the Venture view as they speed through the far reaches of space, dodging dangerous enemies and unexpected phenomena.
Last night, the Kougar, happily concentrating with a frustrated twitch or two of her tail, worked on her Siren-Bookstrand questionnaire --blurbs and the cover art -- for When A Good Angel Falls. Just the kind of artistic fun and thinking-ferocity the Kougar adores -- with the purring-hope, toe-crossing hope, it will do the marketing job, inspire readers to read her 2012 adventure story.
Above the Kougaress's brown hibernating prairie, as she journeys back from her mailbox, the sky beams blue, as if covered by the sheer dust of sapphires. The scudding clouds look like glisten ethereal lands in shades of white and gray. And the blue light reaches for us all, filling our spirits with the new angelic light of Earth.
Trot on over to Title Magic, Big Cats, savor Helen's blog. Purrs below:
No counting for me! I just luv the whole mystical beauty of it. Godspeed, and we're in the middle of it in our own way.
That pic is extraordinarily amazing and gorgeous.
Red Mystical kisses from the Kougar...
Red Mystical kisses from the Kougar...
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Happy Lunar Eclipse Day
Happy lunar eclipse day, Big Kitties. For your purring pleasures, meow-moi will post her Title Magic blog just for the glistening wise eyes of kitties here.Lunar Eclipse Magic
I had planned to blog only about the magic of our lunar eclipse last night, when Mother Earth separates Lunabelle (my pet name for the moon) from Sol's light. And thus, we earthlings are separated from the bright light enchantment of Diana for a short time. For those astrologically inclined, during this eclipse the sun moves into the dreamy water sign of Pisces while the moon shines her full silvery beauty in the virgin earth sign of Virgo.
In the bone-chill cold, at about nine-thirty, I watched the spectacular and hypnotic lunar eclipse. The heavens were a deep black. The planet, Saturn, and the star, Regulus – and another snow-brilliant white star in the constellation of Leo – formed a triangle to the north side of the moon. So entrancing was this picture, so beautiful was the moon in her finery of radiant red-gold, her veil of transparent smoke, I remained outside far longer than I anticipated, freezing my you know what off...and every moment worth it.
Plans change, as if tapped by a magic wand, however. Yep, an over-the-moon surprise arrived in my e-mail! Upon this day of the lunar eclipse. My fantasy romance e-novel, All Shades of Blue Paradise, coming from Siren Publishing, has been given a release date. March 10, is the lucky day. Okay, it has to be lucky since St. Patrick’s wearin’-of-the-green, shamrock day is just around the corner.
Indeed, the happy, happy dance on cloud nine beneath the dark eclipse of the moon, then beneath Luna’s brilliant luminosity, ensues. Ahhh, perhaps, Sparkles and the other fairies will join me in the glade or behind the barn. Does my golden unicorn await the gaiety? Are the St. Pats’ leprechauns lurking?
Enough...enough! Of such word-sorcery and gushing-spillage. And more about the opportunity of the lunar eclipse.
From my research this is a time to gaze at our personal situation in the world with a realistic eye, then use the tools of Earth to make changes. Or simply make some practical improvements in your life. For example, your home – what would you alter to have it suit you, your particular preferences? A new bookshelf? New writer’s furnishings? Or perhaps, find new ways to organize which will assist you in writing that best-selling romance novel.
Any new works-in-progress being penned out there? Share a small working blurb with us. And if you have a question we can help with, just ask.
'Shamanic Astronomer' AJ McGettigan writes for all of us on the public domain of the Coast-toCoastam.com website:
The darkened Full Moon with Saturn highlights an opportunity for those willing to take stock of their true situation and act accordingly. Saturn is still roughly trine with Pluto— an arrangement which promotes regeneration and renewal for all conditions ripe for change. Additional details are available at ncrising.com.
From the darkness
Rings a tone of new potentials
Karma need not bring fear
When seen with attentive eyes
Old shapes take new form
New choices and new strength
Emerge in opportunity’s light
Lunar Eclipse Magic...yep, the synchronicity is obvious as the full white-shimmer moon above. Since my fantasy aristocratic realm, World of the Blue Pearl Moon, is the series title for All Shades of Blue Paradise. How truly moon magical is that?
Blurb: [Erotic Paranormal Romance]
Beneath the blue pearl moon, Lady Sheridan's fiance, Baron Zaggry, broke her heart into unbearable pieces. Ten years later, she becomes his love slave. Baron Zaggry never discovered why his Sher broke their engagement. Now, he has ten years worth of denied pleasures to enjoy her however he chooses.
For wonderful love scenes, each one with it’s special brand of magic, click on over to Romantic Times. Heart-savor the final two entries of Helen and Trish in the American Title IV contest. Then vote for your fave!
This is the big one. Winner takes all, the whole publishing contract enchilada with Dorchester Publishing.
I had planned to blog only about the magic of our lunar eclipse last night, when Mother Earth separates Lunabelle (my pet name for the moon) from Sol's light. And thus, we earthlings are separated from the bright light enchantment of Diana for a short time. For those astrologically inclined, during this eclipse the sun moves into the dreamy water sign of Pisces while the moon shines her full silvery beauty in the virgin earth sign of Virgo.
In the bone-chill cold, at about nine-thirty, I watched the spectacular and hypnotic lunar eclipse. The heavens were a deep black. The planet, Saturn, and the star, Regulus – and another snow-brilliant white star in the constellation of Leo – formed a triangle to the north side of the moon. So entrancing was this picture, so beautiful was the moon in her finery of radiant red-gold, her veil of transparent smoke, I remained outside far longer than I anticipated, freezing my you know what off...and every moment worth it.
Plans change, as if tapped by a magic wand, however. Yep, an over-the-moon surprise arrived in my e-mail! Upon this day of the lunar eclipse. My fantasy romance e-novel, All Shades of Blue Paradise, coming from Siren Publishing, has been given a release date. March 10, is the lucky day. Okay, it has to be lucky since St. Patrick’s wearin’-of-the-green, shamrock day is just around the corner.
Indeed, the happy, happy dance on cloud nine beneath the dark eclipse of the moon, then beneath Luna’s brilliant luminosity, ensues. Ahhh, perhaps, Sparkles and the other fairies will join me in the glade or behind the barn. Does my golden unicorn await the gaiety? Are the St. Pats’ leprechauns lurking?
Enough...enough! Of such word-sorcery and gushing-spillage. And more about the opportunity of the lunar eclipse.
From my research this is a time to gaze at our personal situation in the world with a realistic eye, then use the tools of Earth to make changes. Or simply make some practical improvements in your life. For example, your home – what would you alter to have it suit you, your particular preferences? A new bookshelf? New writer’s furnishings? Or perhaps, find new ways to organize which will assist you in writing that best-selling romance novel.
Any new works-in-progress being penned out there? Share a small working blurb with us. And if you have a question we can help with, just ask.
'Shamanic Astronomer' AJ McGettigan writes for all of us on the public domain of the Coast-toCoastam.com website:
The darkened Full Moon with Saturn highlights an opportunity for those willing to take stock of their true situation and act accordingly. Saturn is still roughly trine with Pluto— an arrangement which promotes regeneration and renewal for all conditions ripe for change. Additional details are available at ncrising.com.
From the darkness
Rings a tone of new potentials
Karma need not bring fear
When seen with attentive eyes
Old shapes take new form
New choices and new strength
Emerge in opportunity’s light
Lunar Eclipse Magic...yep, the synchronicity is obvious as the full white-shimmer moon above. Since my fantasy aristocratic realm, World of the Blue Pearl Moon, is the series title for All Shades of Blue Paradise. How truly moon magical is that?Blurb: [Erotic Paranormal Romance]
Beneath the blue pearl moon, Lady Sheridan's fiance, Baron Zaggry, broke her heart into unbearable pieces. Ten years later, she becomes his love slave. Baron Zaggry never discovered why his Sher broke their engagement. Now, he has ten years worth of denied pleasures to enjoy her however he chooses.
For wonderful love scenes, each one with it’s special brand of magic, click on over to Romantic Times. Heart-savor the final two entries of Helen and Trish in the American Title IV contest. Then vote for your fave!
This is the big one. Winner takes all, the whole publishing contract enchilada with Dorchester Publishing.
Moon eclipse kisses from the Kougar...
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
American Title Swan Song
The Kougar wipes the sleep blearies out of her eyes, and attempts coherent thought. Yesterday was a whirlwind of e-mails answered. Liz French of Romantic Times magazine is collecting our swan song last words as ATIV finalists. Meow-happy for the Kougaress since she has a wonderful report on her successes and opportunities.
The great 'squidgy' mystery has not been solved, but has been resolved. 'Squidgy' will not be in Red Lioness Tamed. And rumbling-please, put your kitty eyes on the digital cover art at Liquid Silver Books, the forum's Books Coming Soon page. If the Kougar could have rolled her joyful satisfaction on top of her computer screen, alas the modern ways...not fun sometimes.
And, wonder of wonders, indeed, the Kougar discovered she still has a contract for Tangerine Carnal Dreams. No communication received had the Kougaress wondering this novel's fate with Aspen Mountain Press.
Below is moi's roar e-mailed to Liz. It will be fascinating to see what makes it in her roundup article.
E-mail to Liz for final round
Okay, Liz, here goes:
Wow! Lots of shiny highs and lots of mopey lows, with great amounts of chocolate required. However, the roller coaster ride just gets bigger and better, even though I was eliminated in the first round. My fantasy novel, ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE, is on the Coming Soon page of Siren Publishing. PLEASURES OF BLUE LOTUS OIL, Book II in that series titled, WORLD OF THE BLUE PEARL MOON, will also be contracted by Siren, as well as my 2012 futuristic, WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, which will be offered in Siren's new sister company, Bookstrand.
And the good news continues! My lioness shifter novella, RED LIONESS TAMED, contracted by Liquid Silver Books, is on the Books Coming Soon forum page. And I just received my cover art. Meow-roaring delicious!
And! Aspen Mountain Press has contracted my space-futuristic, stallion shifter novella, TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS.
My fingers are blazing on the keyboard, except when I'm stuck and listening for my dear Muse. I have several WIP's, one being at novel length currently, CURSES WERE STRANGE BEASTS, CHRONICLES OF AN EARTH-BOUND GODDESS.
Once the winner is declared, I am so hoping the rest of us ATIV finalists will find the right publishing home for our entries. Soon. A big thanks to Jenny Gardiner, last year's winner, who was our guru and guide, especially at first.
Advice: One key for me, for every rejection (after more chocolate and escaping into my writing), I looked for an opportunity to submit to another e-publisher. No matter how the contest plays out, go for all the opportunities available, and listen to your Higher Self.
Later, Beloved Big Cats, the Kougar will post her love scene entry for American Title IV -- what would have been, yet is not...forgive, the Kougaress's brain is foggy slow...yawn, need cocoa yummy boost.
Vote, Beautiful Big Kitties, for your fave love scene entry -- romantictimes.com
Brain-sluggish smooches from the Kougar...
The great 'squidgy' mystery has not been solved, but has been resolved. 'Squidgy' will not be in Red Lioness Tamed. And rumbling-please, put your kitty eyes on the digital cover art at Liquid Silver Books, the forum's Books Coming Soon page. If the Kougar could have rolled her joyful satisfaction on top of her computer screen, alas the modern ways...not fun sometimes.
And, wonder of wonders, indeed, the Kougar discovered she still has a contract for Tangerine Carnal Dreams. No communication received had the Kougaress wondering this novel's fate with Aspen Mountain Press.
Below is moi's roar e-mailed to Liz. It will be fascinating to see what makes it in her roundup article.
E-mail to Liz for final round
Okay, Liz, here goes:
Wow! Lots of shiny highs and lots of mopey lows, with great amounts of chocolate required. However, the roller coaster ride just gets bigger and better, even though I was eliminated in the first round. My fantasy novel, ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE, is on the Coming Soon page of Siren Publishing. PLEASURES OF BLUE LOTUS OIL, Book II in that series titled, WORLD OF THE BLUE PEARL MOON, will also be contracted by Siren, as well as my 2012 futuristic, WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, which will be offered in Siren's new sister company, Bookstrand.
And the good news continues! My lioness shifter novella, RED LIONESS TAMED, contracted by Liquid Silver Books, is on the Books Coming Soon forum page. And I just received my cover art. Meow-roaring delicious!
And! Aspen Mountain Press has contracted my space-futuristic, stallion shifter novella, TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS.
My fingers are blazing on the keyboard, except when I'm stuck and listening for my dear Muse. I have several WIP's, one being at novel length currently, CURSES WERE STRANGE BEASTS, CHRONICLES OF AN EARTH-BOUND GODDESS.
Once the winner is declared, I am so hoping the rest of us ATIV finalists will find the right publishing home for our entries. Soon. A big thanks to Jenny Gardiner, last year's winner, who was our guru and guide, especially at first.
Advice: One key for me, for every rejection (after more chocolate and escaping into my writing), I looked for an opportunity to submit to another e-publisher. No matter how the contest plays out, go for all the opportunities available, and listen to your Higher Self.
Later, Beloved Big Cats, the Kougar will post her love scene entry for American Title IV -- what would have been, yet is not...forgive, the Kougaress's brain is foggy slow...yawn, need cocoa yummy boost.
Vote, Beautiful Big Kitties, for your fave love scene entry -- romantictimes.com
Brain-sluggish smooches from the Kougar...
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Belated Smooches to Tom Petty
Big Kitties, a belated kudos to Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Moi has always relished his down-to-earth, yet lyrical -- understated and powerfully lyrical at once -- music and song. No, Big Cats, no excess flash, no costumes malfunctioning, just music from deep down in the gut and soul. Where reality and dreams meet, and blend into the beauty of living.
Lovely Big Kittens, it's a rainy windy day across the brown beautifully rolling prairie. And life continues spinning it's web, it's magic. Both. The connecting web of life or the brutal web of tyranny. The magic of our One Spirit or the dark-empire magic of Darth Vader. The lines between good and evil are being drawn more fang-sharply every day to this Big Cat's eye.
Indeed, the Kougar has always dreaded this time arriving upon us. She shivered internally whenever learning about the Great Depression, about World War II as a cub -- never wanting to live in such times. Never.
No, destiny has not abided by her deepest wishes. Here she is. Caught in this tortuous trap. Trapped in an adventure where she lives on the wings of angels, and on the power of prayer. And existing only by her abilities and skills. Only because of the love of others, and by giving love and caring wherever she can. Only that.
Love scenes, Big Cats! Oh, the Kougar shivers most deliciously anticipating the final American Title IV round. The final two finalists go romantic-head to-romantic-heart in this penned showdown, which will determine who is the champion of us all by popular vote. Yes, excitement tingles through the Kougar like tiny lit firecrackers. Who will ultimately win, become a published author with Dorchester?
Paw-to-heart hopefully, all of us finalists will present our entered love scenes on Title Magic. Moi's is steamy-bold. So any Big Kitty under eighteen beware -- not for your innocently blinking eyes yet.
Brown prairie kisses from the Kougar...
Lovely Big Kittens, it's a rainy windy day across the brown beautifully rolling prairie. And life continues spinning it's web, it's magic. Both. The connecting web of life or the brutal web of tyranny. The magic of our One Spirit or the dark-empire magic of Darth Vader. The lines between good and evil are being drawn more fang-sharply every day to this Big Cat's eye.
Indeed, the Kougar has always dreaded this time arriving upon us. She shivered internally whenever learning about the Great Depression, about World War II as a cub -- never wanting to live in such times. Never.
No, destiny has not abided by her deepest wishes. Here she is. Caught in this tortuous trap. Trapped in an adventure where she lives on the wings of angels, and on the power of prayer. And existing only by her abilities and skills. Only because of the love of others, and by giving love and caring wherever she can. Only that.
Love scenes, Big Cats! Oh, the Kougar shivers most deliciously anticipating the final American Title IV round. The final two finalists go romantic-head to-romantic-heart in this penned showdown, which will determine who is the champion of us all by popular vote. Yes, excitement tingles through the Kougar like tiny lit firecrackers. Who will ultimately win, become a published author with Dorchester?
Paw-to-heart hopefully, all of us finalists will present our entered love scenes on Title Magic. Moi's is steamy-bold. So any Big Kitty under eighteen beware -- not for your innocently blinking eyes yet.
Brown prairie kisses from the Kougar...
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
The Kiss of New Atlantis
Aaaah, dear Big Cats, it's a lonely world for the Kougar today. She worked her brain into a roaring frenzy creating her blog for Title Magic. Her little heart is sad with despair. Nevertheless a soft meow, and a tiny hope someone will enjoy it, someday.
Perhaps, she should simply claw-remove it, as if it never existed. An option to be rumbling considered.
Huntress-forging ahead. Here it is...
Atlantis – I was magically hooked the first time I heard that name spoken for one of the mythical lost continents, before Donovan’s mystic radiant song burst onto the scene – at around the age of fourteen.
Atlantis -- it was as if an ethereal burst of stars lit up my insides and glowed in my eyes. I read everything I could find on the antediluvian land Plato spoke about, as a high spiritual and technological civilization lost to a catastrophic deluge. This included the references made to Atlantis by the American Prophet, Edgar Cayce, in his readings. Through the years Atlantis has always haunted me, the seductive ghost remaining beside me. Yes, I have continued studying, researching and listening to those experts in varied disciplines, from hard science to psychic channeling, who have accomplished the most spectacular presentations of the truth – that, indeed, Atlantis did exist. And was the progenitor of many ancient civilizations, Egypt being the most popular and the most recognized.
While I have not studied every tome written on Atlantis, nor am I fanatically researching the last tiny detail put forth, I have let this legendary land and time live within me and live in my imagination. In several lucid dreams I have lived in Atlantis – another life time? I believe so.
I was so fiercely enchanted with Atlantis and it’s terrible demise, that I wrote a short story about the last day on Atlantis as it explodes, then collapses into the ocean. This was for a creative writing class in Junior College (mid 1970's). Never did I dream writing a fictional story about this world-shaking event in our pre-history would end up becoming a lasting scar on my writer’s psyche.
My story was all set to be published in the college literary magazine when I was suddenly informed that would not be happening. Stunned beyond any pain I can express here, I was told I’d plagiarized the story. A bit hard to do, since I hadn’t read anything for several years – you know, with all that reading for college classes.
Nope, I simply wrote the story without any other book on Atlantis, fiction or non-fiction, in front of me. Yep, all in my very own little words. I never was able to convince anyone of that truth, at that time. I even asked to be shown what book I had plagiarized. It never was produced by anyone involved.
May I say, as I write this blog, I realize revenge can be sweet. Indeed, deliciously sweet. Although, revenge was the last thing pouring out of me, out of my imagination, as I wrote about the future rise of Atlantis and the love story between Kalypso and Zhryphus.
No, New Atlantis poured out of my soul, out of my wildest heart – out of my unsinkable Spirit.
With the benefit of hindsight, I believe writing a story about Atlantis rising was inescapable and is, if I am courageously honest with myself, part of my destiny.
My American Title IV entry, Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis – spun and formed in my imagination, turbulent as a sea storm – then sprang forth onto paper and onto my computer screen like Poseidon’s powerful emergence from the ocean.
Below is what you would have seen, had I not met my contest ‘demise’, and yes, Flavia darling, that includes my endless first line.
Is this a good time to congratulate Holli, Trish, Mai and Helen, for their powerful rise in the American Title IV competition? Congratulations, Title Magician buddies!
If you haven’t had the reading pleasure yet, click on over to the Romantic Times website. Indulge your paranormal senses, then vote.
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis
by Savanna Kougar
First Line:
The evil cloud of hair spray dominated the air in guest room 666 at Gardenia’s only motel, The Eternal Magnolia – so named because it was surrounded by a park-like acre of Magnolia trees, saved despite the cataclysmic weather, wars and land changes on Earth.
Heroine and Hero:
Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing is 100 years old in the year 2051. A rebel at heart, an artist by soul, she survived the sterile fifties’ suburbs, the revolutionary turbulence of the sixties, the disco guru seventies. After the suicide of the man she loved, Kalypso barely survived the designer eighties, the fast-forward nineties. In the 21st century Mother Nature rebelled. Kalypso battled for freedom. She never knew why she survived. Until Atlantis rose. Once again.
Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz chose an enforcement career on Earth for several reasons – his fascination with primitive worlds, to make his own way outside the family heritage, to keep official watch for his own Worlds – and, Zerculeon men find Earth women highly desirable, like the gods of old they rival in strength. Since there aren’t enough Zerculeon women, it’s a match made in intergalactic heaven. Especially when Zryphus gets a real eyeful of the Sheriff.
Story Summary:
In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis. The risen land of the antediluvian empire, Atlantis, is now a sovereign land colonized by freedom fighters from the former USA, survivors of the Conflicts fought against the New World Order’s attempt to openly rule the world. A Jackie O look-alike is murdered inside her Gardenia, New Atlantis motel room. To Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing it looks like the horrific work of a serial killer from the Federal Union, the Hair Spray Killer, his unlucky thirteenth victim. In a gesture of cooperation she invites the Federal Union Agent in charge of the case, Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz, to assist her in the investigation. Arrogantly, Agent Vasquoz assumes he will be taking over, a notion smashed by the Sheriff. After all, she’s in charge and women run New Atlantis. The battle of the sexes sizzles between them immediately. Zryphus has found the woman he wants to marry. Kalypso has sworn off men forever. Since the protection of citizens is her highest priority, she needs his help to swiftly capture the notorious Hair Spray Killer, a chihuahua shifter – and help her figure out who wants the diary Jackie O may have been murdered over – a newly found diary written by Jacqueline Kennedy during her White House years. When the Hair Spray Killer comes after Kalypso, Zryphus won’t let her out of his sight or their bed. However, the hidden group pulling the Killer Chihuahua’s strings, wants New Atlantis under their thumb – using every necessary evil.
Dialogue Scene:
"Why the nice treatment, Zryphus? I was dirt under your shoes when you first arrived?" Sheriff Kalypso picked up the mascara wand. "Black, black. Just like I remember."
"Sheriff," Deputy Anna called out, "finished the personal item scan. Got the body ready for transport. We’re on our way. I’ll leave the door open. Keep airing the room out."
"Thanks, Anna. You know where I am." Kalypso picked up a compact case – solid rich elegance in design. Opening it, she studied the pasty covering. "Looks real. But I never used this stuff. Couldn’t stand it. Used the sheer version they came out with – when I used makeup. – You haven’t answered my question, Zryphus."
"Bluntly, Kalypso...I want you in my bed."
Placing the compact case down delicately, Kalypso absorbed the shock. "No, I don’t think so," she slowly enunciated.
"Have a lover?" Zryphus handed her the powder case.
"None of your business, as they used to say. – Looks real. Mind if I test it with my finger?"
"Please. – You don’t have a lover. Neither do I."
"Probably because you’re married or in a committed partnership. Or you just ended an affair – something like that. No!" Kalypso shifted gears. "Feels real, smells real. Are you aware of a company, or maybe a small business that creates these replica products?"
"Three, to be exact. Can’t tell where these originated. – I’m a one woman man, Kalypso. You’d have all my attention."
"No thanks. I politely decline. – Eyelash curler. Never used one. Always looked barbaric. – Brow tweezers. Unfortunately tried this a few times. Way too painful."
"I’ll convince you. – What’s this?"
"Eyebrow darkening powder. – No, you won’t. I don’t like men when it comes to relationship crap. Perhaps you don’t know much about our social structure here. Women rule."
"I dominate in bed. In our passionate relationship."
Perhaps, she should simply claw-remove it, as if it never existed. An option to be rumbling considered.
Huntress-forging ahead. Here it is...
The Magic of New Atlantis
Donovan’s Atlantis
The continent of Atlantis was an island
Which lay before the great flood
In the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean.
So great an area of land, that from her western shores
Those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South
And the North Americas with ease
In their ships with painted sails.
To the east, Africa was a neighbor,
Across a short strait of sea miles.
The great Egyptian age is but a remnant
Of the Atlantian culture.
The antediluvian kings colonized the world;
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis.
Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the Twelve:
The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist, the magician,
And the other so-called Gods of our legends,
Though Gods they were.
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind,
Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new . . .
Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be . . .
Way down below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be . . .
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,
I want to see you some day.
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,
My antediluvian baby.
My antediluvian baby, I love you, girl;
Girl, I want to see you some day.
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah,
I want to see you some day, oh,
My antediluvian baby.
My antediluvian baby, I want to see you;
My antediluvian baby—gotta tell me where she gone—
I want to see you some day,
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, oh yeah;
Oh glub glub, down down, yeah . . .
The continent of Atlantis was an island
Which lay before the great flood
In the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean.
So great an area of land, that from her western shores
Those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South
And the North Americas with ease
In their ships with painted sails.
To the east, Africa was a neighbor,
Across a short strait of sea miles.
The great Egyptian age is but a remnant
Of the Atlantian culture.
The antediluvian kings colonized the world;
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis.
Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the Twelve:
The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist, the magician,
And the other so-called Gods of our legends,
Though Gods they were.
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind,
Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new . . .
Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be . . .
Way down below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be . . .
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,
I want to see you some day.
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,
My antediluvian baby.
My antediluvian baby, I love you, girl;
Girl, I want to see you some day.
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah,
I want to see you some day, oh,
My antediluvian baby.
My antediluvian baby, I want to see you;
My antediluvian baby—gotta tell me where she gone—
I want to see you some day,
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, oh yeah;
Oh glub glub, down down, yeah . . .
Atlantis – I was magically hooked the first time I heard that name spoken for one of the mythical lost continents, before Donovan’s mystic radiant song burst onto the scene – at around the age of fourteen.
Atlantis -- it was as if an ethereal burst of stars lit up my insides and glowed in my eyes. I read everything I could find on the antediluvian land Plato spoke about, as a high spiritual and technological civilization lost to a catastrophic deluge. This included the references made to Atlantis by the American Prophet, Edgar Cayce, in his readings. Through the years Atlantis has always haunted me, the seductive ghost remaining beside me. Yes, I have continued studying, researching and listening to those experts in varied disciplines, from hard science to psychic channeling, who have accomplished the most spectacular presentations of the truth – that, indeed, Atlantis did exist. And was the progenitor of many ancient civilizations, Egypt being the most popular and the most recognized.
While I have not studied every tome written on Atlantis, nor am I fanatically researching the last tiny detail put forth, I have let this legendary land and time live within me and live in my imagination. In several lucid dreams I have lived in Atlantis – another life time? I believe so.
I was so fiercely enchanted with Atlantis and it’s terrible demise, that I wrote a short story about the last day on Atlantis as it explodes, then collapses into the ocean. This was for a creative writing class in Junior College (mid 1970's). Never did I dream writing a fictional story about this world-shaking event in our pre-history would end up becoming a lasting scar on my writer’s psyche.
My story was all set to be published in the college literary magazine when I was suddenly informed that would not be happening. Stunned beyond any pain I can express here, I was told I’d plagiarized the story. A bit hard to do, since I hadn’t read anything for several years – you know, with all that reading for college classes.
Nope, I simply wrote the story without any other book on Atlantis, fiction or non-fiction, in front of me. Yep, all in my very own little words. I never was able to convince anyone of that truth, at that time. I even asked to be shown what book I had plagiarized. It never was produced by anyone involved.
May I say, as I write this blog, I realize revenge can be sweet. Indeed, deliciously sweet. Although, revenge was the last thing pouring out of me, out of my imagination, as I wrote about the future rise of Atlantis and the love story between Kalypso and Zhryphus.
No, New Atlantis poured out of my soul, out of my wildest heart – out of my unsinkable Spirit.
With the benefit of hindsight, I believe writing a story about Atlantis rising was inescapable and is, if I am courageously honest with myself, part of my destiny.
My American Title IV entry, Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis – spun and formed in my imagination, turbulent as a sea storm – then sprang forth onto paper and onto my computer screen like Poseidon’s powerful emergence from the ocean.
Below is what you would have seen, had I not met my contest ‘demise’, and yes, Flavia darling, that includes my endless first line.
Is this a good time to congratulate Holli, Trish, Mai and Helen, for their powerful rise in the American Title IV competition? Congratulations, Title Magician buddies!
If you haven’t had the reading pleasure yet, click on over to the Romantic Times website. Indulge your paranormal senses, then vote.
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis
by Savanna Kougar
First Line:
The evil cloud of hair spray dominated the air in guest room 666 at Gardenia’s only motel, The Eternal Magnolia – so named because it was surrounded by a park-like acre of Magnolia trees, saved despite the cataclysmic weather, wars and land changes on Earth.
Heroine and Hero:
Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing is 100 years old in the year 2051. A rebel at heart, an artist by soul, she survived the sterile fifties’ suburbs, the revolutionary turbulence of the sixties, the disco guru seventies. After the suicide of the man she loved, Kalypso barely survived the designer eighties, the fast-forward nineties. In the 21st century Mother Nature rebelled. Kalypso battled for freedom. She never knew why she survived. Until Atlantis rose. Once again.
Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz chose an enforcement career on Earth for several reasons – his fascination with primitive worlds, to make his own way outside the family heritage, to keep official watch for his own Worlds – and, Zerculeon men find Earth women highly desirable, like the gods of old they rival in strength. Since there aren’t enough Zerculeon women, it’s a match made in intergalactic heaven. Especially when Zryphus gets a real eyeful of the Sheriff.
Story Summary:
In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis. The risen land of the antediluvian empire, Atlantis, is now a sovereign land colonized by freedom fighters from the former USA, survivors of the Conflicts fought against the New World Order’s attempt to openly rule the world. A Jackie O look-alike is murdered inside her Gardenia, New Atlantis motel room. To Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing it looks like the horrific work of a serial killer from the Federal Union, the Hair Spray Killer, his unlucky thirteenth victim. In a gesture of cooperation she invites the Federal Union Agent in charge of the case, Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz, to assist her in the investigation. Arrogantly, Agent Vasquoz assumes he will be taking over, a notion smashed by the Sheriff. After all, she’s in charge and women run New Atlantis. The battle of the sexes sizzles between them immediately. Zryphus has found the woman he wants to marry. Kalypso has sworn off men forever. Since the protection of citizens is her highest priority, she needs his help to swiftly capture the notorious Hair Spray Killer, a chihuahua shifter – and help her figure out who wants the diary Jackie O may have been murdered over – a newly found diary written by Jacqueline Kennedy during her White House years. When the Hair Spray Killer comes after Kalypso, Zryphus won’t let her out of his sight or their bed. However, the hidden group pulling the Killer Chihuahua’s strings, wants New Atlantis under their thumb – using every necessary evil.
Dialogue Scene:
"Why the nice treatment, Zryphus? I was dirt under your shoes when you first arrived?" Sheriff Kalypso picked up the mascara wand. "Black, black. Just like I remember."
"Sheriff," Deputy Anna called out, "finished the personal item scan. Got the body ready for transport. We’re on our way. I’ll leave the door open. Keep airing the room out."
"Thanks, Anna. You know where I am." Kalypso picked up a compact case – solid rich elegance in design. Opening it, she studied the pasty covering. "Looks real. But I never used this stuff. Couldn’t stand it. Used the sheer version they came out with – when I used makeup. – You haven’t answered my question, Zryphus."
"Bluntly, Kalypso...I want you in my bed."
Placing the compact case down delicately, Kalypso absorbed the shock. "No, I don’t think so," she slowly enunciated.
"Have a lover?" Zryphus handed her the powder case.
"None of your business, as they used to say. – Looks real. Mind if I test it with my finger?"
"Please. – You don’t have a lover. Neither do I."
"Probably because you’re married or in a committed partnership. Or you just ended an affair – something like that. No!" Kalypso shifted gears. "Feels real, smells real. Are you aware of a company, or maybe a small business that creates these replica products?"
"Three, to be exact. Can’t tell where these originated. – I’m a one woman man, Kalypso. You’d have all my attention."
"No thanks. I politely decline. – Eyelash curler. Never used one. Always looked barbaric. – Brow tweezers. Unfortunately tried this a few times. Way too painful."
"I’ll convince you. – What’s this?"
"Eyebrow darkening powder. – No, you won’t. I don’t like men when it comes to relationship crap. Perhaps you don’t know much about our social structure here. Women rule."
"I dominate in bed. In our passionate relationship."
***
Mystery o’ great mystery of life, Magicians All, once again, my past collides with my present. My starry-eyed fascination with Atlantis collides with my land-risen futuristic world of New Atlantis.
Yes, I admit it, the magic of New Atlantis continues the magical spell cast over me, the instant I heard the name, Atlantis.
Mystery o’ great mystery of life, Magicians All, once again, my past collides with my present. My starry-eyed fascination with Atlantis collides with my land-risen futuristic world of New Atlantis.
Yes, I admit it, the magic of New Atlantis continues the magical spell cast over me, the instant I heard the name, Atlantis.
Sad kisses from the Kougar...
Monday, December 17, 2007
Adventure's Kiss
Hello Big Kittie Lovers, today it's all about the Kougar and the American Title IV contest. Lope on over to romantictimes.com -- vote for your fave! after reading the story summary entries, excitingly entertaining indeed! Purr, happy purr! The Kougar is always intrigued, belly-tickled and yes, amused by the judges remarks. She is also baffled sometimes, by the judges most carefully pondered responses. No, not to her paw-precious entry -- at least, she is so spared this go around, but to her fellow finalists.
While the Kougar's ability, gained through many years upon the Mother, to understand a particular judge's point-of-view, is in great working order, she remains a bit baffled by the lack of adventurous forays into new writing territory. To meow-moi's view there is a vast savanna between poor and horrible writing and a story that may be on the cutting edge of culture's need to stride forward toward a superior future. Or just a good story who's time has come to be told for the enjoyment of many, beyond the good ole' tried and true. Tried and true aside, and certainly regarded as generally good by the Kougar -- still the new-grown savanna, the new hunt for a meal not yet tasted, and merely the unexplored savanna of life -- isn't that of social value, of true happiness value? Gee? and purring-rumble, wasn't that the vital essence of Star Trek?
Or -- Reading (romances preferred), the final frontier...Where no Kougar has loped before...
Where is Captain's Kirk's Over-Voice when moi needs it?
Yowling for William Shatner...yowling for William Shatner...no, the Kougaress is not stalking the slick strange hilarious streets of Boston Legal in search of the illustrious Enterprise Captain, now indulging in a holo deck fantasy as a mad cow flamingo lawyer who knows how to win legal cases by being simply, Denny Crane...no, it is just too much for the Universe to ask.
For all those Big Cats who adore the magical and the paranormal in their reading repertoire check out our launch of Title Magic, the ATIV blog.
Below the Kougar humbly offers what would have been her entry, if she hadn't been eliminated.
Story Summary for Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis:
In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis. The risen land of the antediluvian empire, Atlantis, is now a sovereign land colonized by freedom fighters from the former USA, survivors of the Conflicts fought against the New World Order’s attempt to openly rule the world. A Jackie O look-alike is murdered inside her Gardenia, New Atlantis motel room. To Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing it looks like the horrific work of a serial killer from the Federal Union, the Hair Spray Killer, his unlucky thirteenth victim. In a gesture of cooperation she invites the Federal Union Agent in charge of the case, Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz, to assist her in the investigation. Arrogantly, Agent Vasquoz assumes he will be taking over, a notion smashed by the Sheriff. After all, she’s in charge and women run New Atlantis. The battle of the sexes sizzles between them immediately. Zryphus has found the woman he wants to marry. Kalypso has sworn off men forever. Since the protection of citizens is her highest priority, she needs his help to swiftly capture the notorious Hair Spray Killer, a chihuahua shifter – and help her figure out who wants the diary Jackie O may have been murdered over – a newly found diary written by Jacqueline Kennedy during her White House years. When the Hair Spray Killer comes after Kalypso, Zryphus won’t let her out of his sight or their bed. However, the hidden group pulling the Killer Chihuahua’s strings, wants New Atlantis under their thumb – using every necessary evil.
Adventure's kiss from the Kougar...
While the Kougar's ability, gained through many years upon the Mother, to understand a particular judge's point-of-view, is in great working order, she remains a bit baffled by the lack of adventurous forays into new writing territory. To meow-moi's view there is a vast savanna between poor and horrible writing and a story that may be on the cutting edge of culture's need to stride forward toward a superior future. Or just a good story who's time has come to be told for the enjoyment of many, beyond the good ole' tried and true. Tried and true aside, and certainly regarded as generally good by the Kougar -- still the new-grown savanna, the new hunt for a meal not yet tasted, and merely the unexplored savanna of life -- isn't that of social value, of true happiness value? Gee? and purring-rumble, wasn't that the vital essence of Star Trek?
Or -- Reading (romances preferred), the final frontier...Where no Kougar has loped before...
Where is Captain's Kirk's Over-Voice when moi needs it?
Yowling for William Shatner...yowling for William Shatner...no, the Kougaress is not stalking the slick strange hilarious streets of Boston Legal in search of the illustrious Enterprise Captain, now indulging in a holo deck fantasy as a mad cow flamingo lawyer who knows how to win legal cases by being simply, Denny Crane...no, it is just too much for the Universe to ask.
For all those Big Cats who adore the magical and the paranormal in their reading repertoire check out our launch of Title Magic, the ATIV blog.
Below the Kougar humbly offers what would have been her entry, if she hadn't been eliminated.
Story Summary for Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis:
In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis. The risen land of the antediluvian empire, Atlantis, is now a sovereign land colonized by freedom fighters from the former USA, survivors of the Conflicts fought against the New World Order’s attempt to openly rule the world. A Jackie O look-alike is murdered inside her Gardenia, New Atlantis motel room. To Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing it looks like the horrific work of a serial killer from the Federal Union, the Hair Spray Killer, his unlucky thirteenth victim. In a gesture of cooperation she invites the Federal Union Agent in charge of the case, Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz, to assist her in the investigation. Arrogantly, Agent Vasquoz assumes he will be taking over, a notion smashed by the Sheriff. After all, she’s in charge and women run New Atlantis. The battle of the sexes sizzles between them immediately. Zryphus has found the woman he wants to marry. Kalypso has sworn off men forever. Since the protection of citizens is her highest priority, she needs his help to swiftly capture the notorious Hair Spray Killer, a chihuahua shifter – and help her figure out who wants the diary Jackie O may have been murdered over – a newly found diary written by Jacqueline Kennedy during her White House years. When the Hair Spray Killer comes after Kalypso, Zryphus won’t let her out of his sight or their bed. However, the hidden group pulling the Killer Chihuahua’s strings, wants New Atlantis under their thumb – using every necessary evil.
Adventure's kiss from the Kougar...
Monday, November 26, 2007
Kiss for Sun Rocket Kahoqua of the Windgrass Clan
'Tis a bittersweet purr-rumbling day for the Kougar. Her paws are dancing on air and there's a squinchy euphoric smile on her face. It must have been the sweetest of omens yesterday. Among the Kougar's tall stands of autumn-drying horse weed, a beautiful girl cardinal hopped, cocked her red-feather head and fed on the seeds. All to the predatory delight of the Kougaress, safe inside her lair -- and very glad she hadn't chopped down the exceptionally healthy crop of horseweed...yet. Since she has prowling-discovered the resident flock of cardinals love feeding there and birdie hanging out.
Omen...yes, the Kougar's omen. Her lioness-were short novella, Sun Rocket Kahoqua of the Windgrass Clan ( title change in the works) is an adventure erotic romance aboard a space vessel, and has been sold to an e-publisher. Details later, as all develops, hopefully to the happiness of everyone involved. Yay! Roar! Yay! Roar! And an ecstatic roll on the carpet -- er, grass sort of carpet.
The bittersweet...no, not the bittersweet chocolate brew the Kougaress laps up like coffee for some and is too tail-switching fond of (one must occasionally be socially humble to the prevailing wisdom despite the Kougaress's blinking disagreement) -- no, the bittersweet of good news mixed with the sadness of loss. Two more American Title IV finalists in Romantic Times Magazine's Dorchester Publishing sponsored contest -- have been eliminated from the competition today.
The Kougar would offer them personal condolences, but the secret must be kept under paw until the voting resumes. However, her heart wraps around them in a gentle long hug. And she knows they will prevail in their writing dreams.
Bittersweet kisses from the Kougar...
Omen...yes, the Kougar's omen. Her lioness-were short novella, Sun Rocket Kahoqua of the Windgrass Clan ( title change in the works) is an adventure erotic romance aboard a space vessel, and has been sold to an e-publisher. Details later, as all develops, hopefully to the happiness of everyone involved. Yay! Roar! Yay! Roar! And an ecstatic roll on the carpet -- er, grass sort of carpet.
The bittersweet...no, not the bittersweet chocolate brew the Kougaress laps up like coffee for some and is too tail-switching fond of (one must occasionally be socially humble to the prevailing wisdom despite the Kougaress's blinking disagreement) -- no, the bittersweet of good news mixed with the sadness of loss. Two more American Title IV finalists in Romantic Times Magazine's Dorchester Publishing sponsored contest -- have been eliminated from the competition today.
The Kougar would offer them personal condolences, but the secret must be kept under paw until the voting resumes. However, her heart wraps around them in a gentle long hug. And she knows they will prevail in their writing dreams.
Bittersweet kisses from the Kougar...
Sunday, November 18, 2007
The Kougar Kisses Author, C.L. Wilson
A roaring shout out for new author, C. L. Wilson, who is on the fantastical ride of her life. Her first 'world of the fey' book, Lord of the Fading Lands, has received critical acclaim -- however, in the Kougar's humble rumbling opinion, it's the reader who counts, who spends her hard-hunted cash...and that's paw-precisely who is superbly enjoying the fantasy ride in this story, and the 'captivating conclusion' of C.L. Wilson's second book, Lady of Light and Shadows. To boldly, I don't give a snarl's care, continue quoting the gorgeous ad in Romantic Times Magazine, November 2007 issue:
Always, she had feared the magic.
Always, she had fought the dark visions.
Always, she had dreamed of the lover who could save her...
For your own personal luscious sniff of this new author lope on over to her website -- clwilson.com.
On a dream delicious note -- hear an Eartha Kitt sexy growl here...Yes, the Kougaress sizzles for the lover who could save her...now and forever....
And, hope springs eternal like the savannah antelope...
One big kiss from the Kougar to all writers
Thursday, November 15, 2007
American Title IV Kiss
Kisses from the Kougar...
Hello, my legions of Big Kitty fans. How did I stalk the web prairies and sphinx-regally settle here? As one of ten finalists in Romantic Times Magazine's American Title IV contest sponsored by Dorchester Publishing.
Uh-oh...kougar tears spill, soaked up by the rain-deprived ground. Yes, sadly, it is all too true, my precious, claw-fiercely created manuscript has been cruelly eliminated. A huge agonizing yowl reaches up to mother moon. And another.
Oh the dreams...the squashed and scattered dreams -- but remnants of a furry dinner.
Yes, the cyclone of being cast out...left to wander the vast world of publishing, once again...in search of a suitable lair home for my story.
However, you! My legions of lion and lioness powerful fans...you, will be gifted with what might have been...my entry.
Since the Kougar possesses a generous and loving heart, she urges you with the gentlest of lapping smooches -- race to vote for your favorite entry at romantictimes.com.
And enjoy, if you will, what the Kougaress offers to the Earth World.
Title: Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis by Savanna Kougar
Genre: Paranormal, Futuristic, Mystery-Intrigue Romance
Bio:
I’m just a retired, due to health, fifties plus, unmarried, my doggies are my children, fat ole’ baby boomer who has always loved reading, since before kindergarten. I got bitten by the writing bug at age thirteen when I wrote little love scenes with the Beatles, passing them around to my devoted readers, only girls, of course. That ended when the math teacher got hold of one, talk about a red burning face and wishing the floor would swallow me up. And here I am, writing exactly what I enjoy reading most, with the hope others will enjoy it also.
First Line:
The evil cloud of hair spray dominated the air in guest room 666 at Gardenia’s only motel, The Eternal Magnolia – so named because it was surrounded by a park-like acre of Magnolia trees, saved despite the cataclysmic weather, wars and land changes on Earth.
Heroine and Hero:
Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing is 100 years old in the year 2051. A rebel at heart, an artist by soul, she survived the sterile fifties’ suburbs, the revolutionary turbulence of the sixties, the disco guru seventies. After the suicide of the man she loved, Kalypso barely survived the designer eighties, the fast-forward nineties. In the 21st century Mother Nature rebelled. Kalypso battled for freedom. She never knew why she survived. Until Atlantis rose. Once again.
Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz chose an enforcement career on Earth for several reasons – his fascination with primitive worlds, to make his own way outside the family heritage, to keep official watch for his own Worlds – and, Zerculeon men find Earth women highly desirable, like the gods of old they rival in strength. Since there aren’t enough Zerculeon women, it’s a match made in intergalactic heaven. Especially when Zryphus gets a real eyeful of the Sheriff.
Hello, my legions of Big Kitty fans. How did I stalk the web prairies and sphinx-regally settle here? As one of ten finalists in Romantic Times Magazine's American Title IV contest sponsored by Dorchester Publishing.
Uh-oh...kougar tears spill, soaked up by the rain-deprived ground. Yes, sadly, it is all too true, my precious, claw-fiercely created manuscript has been cruelly eliminated. A huge agonizing yowl reaches up to mother moon. And another.
Oh the dreams...the squashed and scattered dreams -- but remnants of a furry dinner.
Yes, the cyclone of being cast out...left to wander the vast world of publishing, once again...in search of a suitable lair home for my story.
However, you! My legions of lion and lioness powerful fans...you, will be gifted with what might have been...my entry.
Since the Kougar possesses a generous and loving heart, she urges you with the gentlest of lapping smooches -- race to vote for your favorite entry at romantictimes.com.
And enjoy, if you will, what the Kougaress offers to the Earth World.
Title: Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis by Savanna Kougar
Genre: Paranormal, Futuristic, Mystery-Intrigue Romance
Bio:
I’m just a retired, due to health, fifties plus, unmarried, my doggies are my children, fat ole’ baby boomer who has always loved reading, since before kindergarten. I got bitten by the writing bug at age thirteen when I wrote little love scenes with the Beatles, passing them around to my devoted readers, only girls, of course. That ended when the math teacher got hold of one, talk about a red burning face and wishing the floor would swallow me up. And here I am, writing exactly what I enjoy reading most, with the hope others will enjoy it also.
First Line:
The evil cloud of hair spray dominated the air in guest room 666 at Gardenia’s only motel, The Eternal Magnolia – so named because it was surrounded by a park-like acre of Magnolia trees, saved despite the cataclysmic weather, wars and land changes on Earth.
Heroine and Hero:
Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing is 100 years old in the year 2051. A rebel at heart, an artist by soul, she survived the sterile fifties’ suburbs, the revolutionary turbulence of the sixties, the disco guru seventies. After the suicide of the man she loved, Kalypso barely survived the designer eighties, the fast-forward nineties. In the 21st century Mother Nature rebelled. Kalypso battled for freedom. She never knew why she survived. Until Atlantis rose. Once again.
Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz chose an enforcement career on Earth for several reasons – his fascination with primitive worlds, to make his own way outside the family heritage, to keep official watch for his own Worlds – and, Zerculeon men find Earth women highly desirable, like the gods of old they rival in strength. Since there aren’t enough Zerculeon women, it’s a match made in intergalactic heaven. Especially when Zryphus gets a real eyeful of the Sheriff.
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