If You're a Snooty Tight-ass ...

>>> If You’re a Snooty Tight-ass, you WILL NOT enjoy Sable Kiki’s story <<<
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Mrs. Giggles Review of BLACK CAT BEAUTY - snippet

“Once I have stopped laughing, I have to confess that I don't know what to make of Black Cat Beauty ...
"Ms Snooty Tight-ass"? What are we, thirteen year old girls fighting over an autographed photo of the Jonas Brothers? “

Rating: 66
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Meow-though, if you’re not...

A Halloween shifter tail just in time for Valentine’s Day...

~~~ Sable & Devon invite you to read their love story ~ will a black cat girl find happiness with a superhero? ~~~

BLACK CAT BEAUTY ... She has the claws and the cattitude to prove it... He has the super-powered strength and passion she fights, but needs... available from Liquid Silver Books ~
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Author’s note ~
Of course my black cat heroine could have been crudely unimaginative and simply called Ms. Snooty Tight-ass an “a - fill in the blank” retentive “b - fill in the blank” ~
While possessing it’s own brand of hilarity, the Kougar much prefers Bekki Lynn’s review of BLACK CAT BEAUTY to that of Mrs. Giggles...meow and claw-pow...straight to the giggling kisser ~ Ow!
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Valentine’s Day... courtship on another Earth

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

Part 43 ~

Sylva fingered the satiny lusciousness of the dressing gown, unable to resist. Furtively glancing toward the doorway and seeing no sign of Zeke, she tossed the bedspread aside, then stood and slid into the floor-length gown. “Pure heaven,” she whispered. Whirling a few steps, she felt the heavy slick luxury embrace her curves with constant delicious caresses. She checked the doorway again. He’d sauntered through it like some sort of cowboy prince. Okay, he appeared to be wealthy. Or his family was well-off. Sylva had never been the type of woman who was overly impressed with the rich boys. Still...

Zeke wondered at the song playing in his heart. Yes ma’am, he’d considered the musical plays where the hero crooned about the love inside his heart, to be sillier than a purple calf with angel wings ~ like his niece’s favorite stuffed toy. Now here he was, a tune of romance winging his heart. With a ridiculous grin on his face, he opened the liquor cabinet. Quickly selecting one of the stronger sipping wines infused with blood-strengthening herbs, he opened the bottle, pouring the amber-blush liquid into a stemmed glass of heavy engraved crystal. He surely hoped the wine pleased her.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 42 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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Today, Bekki Lynn wrote an insightful blog about the romance of couples ‘living’ their true love for each other. Wednesday, the Kougar blogged, expanding on one of her romantic themes ~ * be kiss-ready * ~ Monday, Linda Blanche penned a bloggie about flowers and romance at HAPPILY EVER AFTER...btw, her husband is a doll...
Also, for the next part of the Never Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
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In the mood for a fascinating look at the writerly life of ATV finalist, Qaey Williams ~ take a stroll over to Title Magic ~ and indulge your appetite with an author’s true story ...
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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

No Snooty Tight-ass smooch from the Kougar...

Cat Coincidence, Meow-not...

Top of the late evening to ya, Big Bold Cats, it was Cat-scratching fast-dashing promo madness on Monday...and not just the Kougar promo-ing BLACK CAT BEAUTY... meow-no, there was an m/m novel, YEAR OF THE CAT featured ... also, this is the very song that haunted moi constantly as she claw-penned her black cat, Sable Kiki’s story. Then, the Kougar read an excerpt of BEING FAMILIAR WITH A WITCH, Saphire Phelan’s paranormal romance novel starring a demon black cat.
Cat Coincidence, Meow-not...
And this! as a news headline: The former Cat Stevens sings for the children ~
What? Is it the Black Cat Cosmic Code... great title for a movie, mew-huh?

Raaooor-speaking above movies... it’s a first for this movie-adoring Big Kitten... yowl-yes, for the very first time, this Kougaress rooted for the bad guys to take the heroine and hero out... The Templar has to be one of the worst movies moi has ever endured. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion while getting a root canal. Why watch? A weird fascination about how bad can it get combined with a true fascination about the Templars, which this movie sadly short-changed, in the end. Geez Louise and please, why is that surprising? In this age of all things profound lost to the chic way to be, dumb and dumber.

At least, this Big Bad Cat doesn’t have to concern herself with one of her novels becoming a botched and horrible movie. No one is knocking on her authoress door. Yep, luck shows up in strange and unexpected garments. Not being noticed can have its ultimate reward.

Summoning all Magical Big Cats ~ take an easy run over to Ann Cory’s Magical Seductions blog ~ http://anncory.com/blog ~ where she explains why this is an extra special magical day.

Yippedy-skippedy! ... don’t you just love this older 50's generation phrase? The Kougar had forgotten it. Mucho thanks to Francesca Prescott, author of MUCHO CALIENTE, who used * Yippedy-skippedy! * upon receiving an outstanding review for her precious romance comedy novel.

On an outstanding dance note ~ the Argentinian couple won the gold medal in the Super Stars of Dance... omygawd, passion-red and sultry elegance ...if only Mr. Tango was a dance teacher... if only... sigh and would the Kougaress ever love dancing thigh to thigh with that Latin Lover. Who wouldn’t let him bring out her inner Love Goddess?
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy New Year... on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 32 ~

Sylva flinched, a small pain from his final deep thrust. She’d tried not to react. Instantly, he unlocked their lips, searching her face. “I’m okay,” she whispered. God, her loins ached for the plunder of his cock. When he didn’t appear convinced, she paused her escaping breaths, murmuring, “Big.” She wondered how he’d stopped at all. His eyes were dark as smoke, and glazed with lust. “Come on, cowboy, give a girl a bucking bronco ride.” He raised upwards, onto his elbows, an obviously difficult and painful effort. “I won’t hurt you.” Tilting her hips invitingly, she rocked his manhood.

“Zeke, please.” Her soft little pleading had him raging inside, even more desperate to make her fully his. And her seductively bucking hips were scorching his cock hotter and faster than the iron brands he used to mark the boundaries of their land, these days, instead of on the ranch herds. “Your face,” he growled. If he watched, he’d know if he hurt her. She gave a quick small nod and moaned as he lunged back, preparing to hurl himself inside her like a spear. “Ramrod.” She burst the word out, between her breathless pants. “Ramrod me, again and again.”
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see the previous blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ see In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis...
Part 17 ~ see Flash During the First Full Moon
Part 18 ~ see Monday on four hours...
Part 19 ~ see The Rising of New Atlantis
Part 20 ~ see Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ The Rising...
Part 21 ~ see *IT* Happened One Night
Part 22 ~ see Wolf Moonrise
Part 23 ~ see Get Your Own Tangerine Dream
Part 24 ~ see Flash of Bestial Purple
Part 25 ~ see Now, if the Kougar could only dance...
Part 26 ~ see Romance is in the air...
Part 27 ~ see The Year of the Romantic Heart...
Part 28 ~ see Insatiable Dark... the looming finish line
Part 29 ~ see January 1, 1981... back to the past on another Earth
Part 30 ~ see Discover the Love Goddess... in you
Part 31 ~ see Hell-rendous or make that Hellrendous...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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Thanks to all the ladies at the HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog, the Kougar introduced BLACK CAT BEAUTY, and expounded a bit about the romance in one scene.
Also, for the next part of the Never Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Magical smooches from the Kougar...

Hell-rendous or make that Hellrendous...

Stop the blogging presses ~ this news just in...
Guess what, the Kougar was just now notified, her time 10:57 PM, that her
novella, BLACK CAT BEAUTY, is releasing tomorrow, Monday, from Liquid Silver Books...purr and roar!!! a big surprise to the core!!!

Hell-rendous, it should be a word, my Extraordinary Big Kitties...unless some other Big Cat has already come up with it???
That was the emotion for a large part of this day...my Big KitKats...even if it breaks down to a ONE day, and should be in the Kougar’s favor...
Be that as it may...check out, erotic romance author, Jeanne Barrack’s Flash Fiction day at the Liquid Silver SEx blog – it’s the fantasy casting couch...
Given moi was under the proverbial hell-rendous weather today...and other crap o’ stuff...and, given, the casting couch, itself, was not an inspiration for this particular cat girl...moi has no flashies there...in actual musing and purring truth, this cat girl can’t recall ever indulging in a casting couch fantasy...pages and pages, and more pages, of other wicked, wild and very naughty fantasies...

Okay, this pussycat just turned on the NBC movie, The Templar...will it be any good?
So far...nice story with a fascinating presentation of history, yet a transparent plot...but, come on, who would believe that actress is another Indiana Jones??? Yep, whoever that stunt woman was on a horse couldn’t ride with one mewing darn. And, come on, what happened to starring a real man as the hero, instead of a wimpy not-so-bright FBI guy...
Oh, and get the old TV series, RELIC HUNTER, if you want some real treasure-hunting fun and excitement.

What would a liberated Love Goddess do in The Templar... why hurl her ridiculously expense heels with such deadly expertise that she would have bagged, at least, two of scoundrel pretend Templars, then whipped and whirled that staff like Xena, Warrior Princess, dispatching two more. And, instead of knocking some poor cop off his horse, she would run, barefoot, then leap, catapulting behind one of the Templar bandits. Grabbing one of his legs she would have toppled his body weight, then thrown him off the horse, and chased the last one down, thereby, recovering the stolen artifacts while realizing it was all a plot to gain the decoder...
Oh, and she would have dismissed Mr. FBI guy with a sexily blown kiss, while keeping one peeper peeled for the real hero.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy New Year... on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 31 ~

“Sylva.” He growled her name softly. Unbidden, she whimpered, smoothing her hands over the phenomenal strength of his upper arms. “Zeke.” She heard her own voice stroke him, sultry and beckoning. “The cowgirls must be all over you...wanting your rope.” Subtly, she undulated her mound against his every-woman’s-dream cock. In immediate answer, he thrust like she imagined a stud horse would, diving his manhood between her thighs, slickened with her untamed passion. The large strength of his cock’s head penetrated her pussy lips, striking inside the opening to her sex sheath. Her breath whooshed inward. Damn, he was huge.

Zeke fused his mouth to hers, settled between her long voluptuous thighs, and sought his heaven, their first heaven together. Covering her hands with his, he felt her lock her little fingers with his, and ardently return his kiss. The aroused woman scents of her body, and her sweetly dewed pussy had him primed to rut inside her. Instead, he carefully lunged, his cock forcing its way inside her squeezing feminine glove. Keeping himself tightly reined, he pumped his cock deeper and deeper. His bride was scalding and wet, a perfect satiny fit as he slowly thrust to her core.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see the previous blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ see In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis...
Part 17 ~ see Flash During the First Full Moon
Part 18 ~ see Monday on four hours...
Part 19 ~ see The Rising of New Atlantis
Part 20 ~ see Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ The Rising...
Part 21 ~ see *IT* Happened One Night
Part 22 ~ see Wolf Moonrise
Part 23 ~ see Get Your Own Tangerine Dream
Part 24 ~ see Flash of Bestial Purple
Part 25 ~ see Now, if the Kougar could only dance...
Part 26 ~ see Romance is in the air...
Part 27 ~ see The Year of the Romantic Heart...
Part 28 ~ see Insatiable Dark... the looming finish line
Part 29 ~ see January 1, 1981... back to the past on another Earth
Part 30 ~ see Discover the Love Goddess... in you
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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Scan it with your jewel night eyes, my Big KitKats, now Lindsay Townsend has blogged about heroes and yours truly Kougar expanded her bloggie...Romance is in the air... for the HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog... and go, enjoy Francesca’s recycled chandelier story.
Also, for the next part of the Never Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Black Cat kiss and wink from the Kougar...

Now, if the Kougar could only dance...

Now, if the Kougar could only dance like the Argentine SuperStar of Dance....purring and remembering, there was a time this Kougaress could have given her a little hoochie coochie competition. With mucho practice, a whole lot of competition. Once upon a time...but aging and sage-ing is the cosmic joke of cruelty...
And, another swat of cruelty...slapping tail of frustration, the Kougar couldn’t lift any pics...for her Big Beautiful Cats...bad, bad, bad NBC... stinky dead mice in your bed bad!!!

Ooooh...Kittens! Moi...just this moment...received her final line edit on Black Cat Beauty, coming from Liquid Silver Books...could it be??? A release date is nigh....yes, yowl, and keep this Kat girl high and dry with keen anticipation.

Le mew sigh...the Kougar is so proud of all her book babies. Still, meow, it’s a brutal e-market out there, so she hopes they fare well. And sell well, too.
Thus, the frantic clicking claw of Monday promo-ing...does it work? No stalking-the-prey clue. However, the Kougar will be blogging each month on either, The Romance Studio’s main blog or TRS BLUE. Thursday, January 29, is the first bloggie. Yay and playful pens! For all things romance.

Powzie...wowzie! Lots of entries in the TRS book-day give-away for TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS. The Kougar’s mommy will pick the winner soon.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 25 ~

Sylva yearned as she never had. His kisses hungrily feasted on the upper curves of her breasts. Reluctant to let go of his thigh, still, she leaned back, arching her nipples toward his mouth. Masterfully shoving her party dress down to her hips, he slid his hand beneath her breasts, their heaviness cradled in his palms. God, she loved the way her softness felt against his roughened hands. She loved the way he kissed her, wooing her body, just as he wooed her emotions, her desire for him. “Zeke, please kiss my nipples.” Feeling naughty, Sylva thrust to his lips.

Zeke lifted the creamy confection of her breasts beneath his lips. He pressed a full kiss to the tip of her strawberry nipple, lingering before he kissed her other blatant nipple, pleading and growing with ripeness beneath his lips. God, he missed her touch on his thigh, even as he held her passionate femininity in his hands. He’d bet his year’s earnings, she was the type of woman who could be sweet, willing as pie ~ but, if handled with a wrong rein, she’d lash out at him, fierce and untamed. He surely liked that possibility. For now, he’d gentle her.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see the previous blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ see In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis...
Part 17 ~ see Flash During the First Full Moon
Part 18 ~ see Monday on four hours...
Part 19 ~ see The Rising of New Atlantis
Part 20 ~ see Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ The Rising...
Part 21 ~ see *IT* Happened One Night
Part 22 ~ see Wolf Moonrise
Part 23 ~ see Get Your Own Tangerine Dream
Part 24 ~ see Flash of Bestial Purple
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Oh, Big KitKats, go, streak over to The Happily Ever Blog ~ where you’ll enjoy Francesca’s recycled chandelier story.
Also, for the next part of the Never Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Hoochie coochie dance and smooch from the Kougar...

Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...

It’s here...it’s here...meow! My Lovely Big KitKats, the cover art for Black Cat Beauty...and tomorrow, the Kougar is blogging at the Liquid Silver SEx blog...to yowling-quote herself...

In this sacred season of gift-giving, I received an incomparable gift, the cover art for my novella, Black Cat Beauty, coming soon from Liquid Silver Books. Anne Caine, my cover artist, captures the naughty black cat heroine perfectly~ along with her rising Hollywood star hero. Not only that, Anne’s polished artistic touch is like the wave of a magical wand. The final creation is a shimmering of fantasy and reality fused, which tempts the eye to simply indulge and linger in the enjoyment.

Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Five Golden Rings...

Part Ten ~

Indescribable ecstasy seared Kaily’s entire body...the sensations of his mouth fused with hers...his hands fondling her breasts while his thumbs brushed over her nipples...the enormous tip of his cock spearing repeatedly on her clit...she would never think of the *four calling birds* in the same way again...she would always remember how he made her feel and what he was doing to her...not to mention the sensual rub of velvet and fur from his santa suit. Had she unexpectedly died and gone to Holiday Heaven? Even the ribbon gift-wrapping her body tightly, added to the extreme pleasures washing over her like tidal waves.
Dillon. His name, if that was his real name, played as a song in her mind while he thrust over and over. God...the ache of her arriving orgasm was nearly unbearable in it’s intensity and bliss. Ebbing like an arriving storm, it floated her higher, ever higher. God, Dillon...
What was he doing to her? She knew what he was *doing” to her, but, oh God, what was he doing to her?
When a thick wetness from his cock flooded over her clit and joined with her hot juices, she boiled with an erotic need she’d never felt before. He seemed to taste it on her lips, deepening their kiss to naked lust.
Dillon. She crashed into her orgasm, becoming a zillion pieces of rapture. As if she’d suddenly become a flurry of crystalline snowflakes, pleasure alive in every radiant flake of her. God, Dillon.
With a short growl of ecstasy, he released her lips. Cradling her breasts, he forcefully thrust his cockhead against her clit, and made her glisten with another orgasm. When she drifted downward, his body shook ferociously for an instant before he carefully moved, then rolled close beside her. And before she could move a toe, he combed his fingers through her loose hair, causing glints of bliss to tingle through her.
What was he? Some kind of sexual guru? From the stars?
Fate...wishes...providence...what he’d spoken reeled through her pleasure-soaked mind. “Dillon,” she whispered. “You’re the best Santa a girl could ever wish for.” She reined in her fast breaths. “But I have feeling you’re not any ole’ regular Santa comin’ down the chimney...even if you haven’t come down my chimney yet.”
As if he felt a ‘wonder’ for her, he languidly slipped his fingers through her hair. Until he leaned closer. “On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, five golden rings,” he crooned in a velvet purr. “I will place on you ” He touched her earlobe, then slid his finger beneath her earring. “One ring here.” His lips grazed her other earlobe. “One golden ring here.” He captured her hand as if it was a bird. “One ring on each thumb, my Kaily.” Possessively, he caressed over her belly, then cupped her mound. “And the last golden ring, I place here.”
Kaily froze like an icicle inside.
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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...

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

Black Cat holiday smooch from the Kougar...

Black Cat for Christmas & then Cruelty...

What a lovely surprise today, an early Christmas gift, my Big Kittens, and the Kougar is all wiggly-excited. The wonderful, wonderful cover artist, Anne Caine is doing the cover art for moi’s novella, Black Cat Beauty, coming soon from Liquid Silver Books. And purring-yes, the Kougar received a first draft (not the pic shown). Verra tail-flicking impressive. The Kougar is definitely smiling.

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ with two more flashes added ~

Cruelty... Flash of the Caribbean Vampire

ONE
Cruelty can take many forms. I sit in the dark. In the back. In the corner farthest away from the gorgeous young women strutting their stuff beneath the pink-shimmering illumination inside the intimate private ballroom of a Caribbean mansion, belonging to a mysterious man everyone called the Vampire.
The lingerie designs they model not only excite the libido to a painful level, but each one is exquisitely unique and incomparably beautiful. I lust over most of them, my breath hitching ridiculously. God, I wanted to wear them. As I could have once. But, I’m too old. Too ugly. Too fat.

TWO
“May I offer you a drink, madam?” The man’s voice behind me was deep, impossibly deep, and definitely amused. I had no idea why he would find me amusing. Unless he found old and fat some sort of sick private joke? Yeah, mess with the fat woman and tempt the oldie into believing a man found her ‘interesting’. That’s a good one. Haha. Only I’m not laughing, creep.
“I believe you will find the mango sangria particularly refreshing.”
“Mango sangria?” Stupid, stupid! Why take the bait? I should just ignore him. Damn.
“A sip. I wish you to try it.”

THREE
“Wish all you want. No thanks.” Go away. Go find another victim. Irritated, my cheeks flushing...thank god, it’s dark...I return my attention to the filmy glamor negligees. I wish I could feel the silk and lace, the sheer whirl of color as it swishes and slinks over my hourglass curves, as they once were. Not so many years ago. I want to look in the mirror again, admire my own beauty. Maybe be admired. If it’s the right man. Passion untamed...god, yes.
“Please, I need your opinion.”
Suddenly, he’s sitting beside me. I blink like an owl.

FOUR
“My opinion,” I nearly stutter. No man can soundlessly move that fast, can he? His voice had come from my left. Now he sat on my right, his gaze focused on me as if he intended to feast on my face. Maybe he was, in a way. Maybe it was my blood he was after. I stifled a shiver, and chastised myself. The Vampire. I only recognized him because the magazine I freelanced for on the island, often featured him on the society pages. “Oh, I get it. For the magazine’s drink recommendations.”
“If that pleases you, then, yes, Sapphira.”

FIVE
“What else?” Damn, why had I said that? I’d just opened the door...
“I wish to know your palate.” Leaning back, he suavely crooked one finger.
I swallowed as if my life depended on it. I’d never heard of the Vampire interacting with anyone at his fantasy fashion shows. Yes, he attended the island’s elite social events, a stunning woman attached to his side, cleavage down to her navel. But not...
With debonair precision, a waiter from out of nowhere, it seemed, deposited two tall shapely glasses. The Vampire lifted his while I stared.
“To your health, Sapphira. Please taste.”

SIX
Okay, Cici, the mag’s owner would kill me if she found out I hadn’t ‘tasted’. Besides, it would be a coup of a society story, even though I’d only agreed to write up the fashion show because her usual reporter retched with morning sickness.
I pick up the cool curvy glass, then convince my hand not to shake as I slightly raise it. “To your health, Mr. Vorragozi.”
“Tell me what you think,” he encourages.
Are his eyes sparkling strangely? It’s not real blood, is it? Sangria...doesn’t that mean blood? God help me, if I’m remembering right, it does.

SEVEN
I sip. It’s so perfectly yummy-mango, I sip again. And again. Four sips. Five. I force myself to set the glass down. “Amazing. Very amazing, Mr. Vorragozi.”
“I prepared it just for you.”
“Why?” My head begins a pleasant swim. I smile.
“Tell me, what’s your favorite lingerie?”
“Baby dolls,” I blurt out as if I can’t contain myself. “Truth serum?” I ask, and hold up the glass.
“What would be your favorite color to wear?” His eyes glisten like black pearls.
“Red.” My tongue is utterly disobedient.
“Yes, I must have you in red.”
“Blood-red! What kind of cruelty...”

EIGHT
“Cruelty?” He inquires a moment after I’d firmed my lips, despite the maddening urge to blab like a chic lit heroine. I think his eyebrow is raised, but the darkness makes me wonder. Still, his tone is cool as his restaurant’s giant freezer. I know I’ve been in it, writing an article for Cici.
He waits with a patience I admire, or perhaps, he simply enjoys my mouse-like torture as I scurry in my mind to think of a way to escape.
“My age. I think it’s cruel.” So there, Vampire. Maybe that will turn you ice cold with revulsion.

NINE
“How old are you, Sapphira?”
Do I hear the faint drumming of his fingertips? God, I’d love to take another drink. The glass taunted me like a singing Siren.
“Please tell me,” he coaxed. Very persuasively.
It was either grab the glass and sip...or...”Fifty-eight.” I harden my jaw, then avert my face. “Satisfied? Happy?” I slice my tone quite effectively, I believe.
“Would you care to guess my age?”
Neutral, his voice, yet tempting, a caress of black velvet. Oh yes, there’s that underlying amusement.
I gage my chances at shutting him down. Not damn likely, I realize.

TEN
Still...I’m a sucker for the right challenge.
“Forty something,” I fling at him, tightly gripping my hands together. The Mango Sangria beckons and my mouth begs to taste ambrosia again.
He laughs...melodic and deep. Frissons of ecstatic pleasure seize my nerve endings. I sit paralyzed. Wishing I could move. But I couldn’t. I truly couldn’t.
I couldn’t even blink.
“I’ve been told thirty-five. Often.” He made no attempt to hide his amusement. The hypnotic glitter of his eyes danced in the dimness, and felt like a gentle stroke on my face. Odd.
“Actually, I’m one thousand and forty-one.”

ELEVEN

What the hell kind of drug had he put in that drink?
Maybe, it was blood. His blood? Vampire addictive blood. Hadn’t I read that somewhere? Some romance novel from years ago...however my brain is too fuzzy to remember, as if I’d indulged in drinking a Fuzzy Navel. Damn.
I finally blink. “Forty-one?”
“You’ll enjoy the dark side, my pretty Sapphira,” he promises.
“The dark side,” I mumble. Straightening my spine, I announce, “I don’t do the dark side.”
“Do?” He leans forward slightly. “I believe you’ll enjoy ‘doing’ me. As much as I will passionately enjoy ‘doing’ you.”

TWELVE

Shocked to my core...wherever that was, I scoot my chair back, then attempt to stand. It wasn’t happening. My legs have transformed to rubber. “I am leaving.” My chin high, I press down on the table to shove myself upwards.
Instantly...before I can even think about blinking, he is beside me, his hand on my arm as if he intends to escort me somewhere.
“Go away,” I snap, only able to raise myself part way. My temper emerging, I confront the devil vampire, “What drug did you put in my drink?”
“No drug. Merely a special flower essence.”

THIRTEEN

“What? The flower of Bloodroot?” I emphasize ‘blood’ while trying to pull my arm out of his gentlemanly grip. And why the hell does he smell like patchouli and expensive cigar smoke, some exotic mixture of the two which intrigues me more than it should.
“Several blooms from our local flora,” he calmly purrs. Again amusement hides in his voice, highly irritating me.
“Let go.” I stiffen.
“My Sapphira.” His tone humors me. “I will not have you harmed.”
“And spiking my drink with ‘special’ essences won’t harm me?” My tone goes for his jugular.
“It will only enhance our risque’ pleasures.”

FOURTEEN
“I’m not risque’ pleasuring with you,” I storm.
I would have tried jerking my arm away. But damn, I knew he wasn’t letting go. The horrid, overly sexy man.
“Yes, you will.” He’s leaned down to my ear, his tone intimate dark bait I yearn to leap for like a silly fish.
“No, I won’t.” Righteous temper is not confined to youth. “I don’t care what ‘special essence’ you put in my drink.”
“My Sapphira,” he vampire purrs. “Yes, you will.”
In a fit of temper I stomp on his foot. Though, really, I’m not wearing tramp chic spiked heels.

FIFTEEN
Yeah, my marshmallow-sole sandals are going to skewer his foot. He laughs, a low chuckle, just for my ear.
Damnit, I like the virile sound. My insides turn all buttery fluttery.
So what.
“I’ll scream,” I warn.
“I’ll kiss you,” he warns.
Kiss...it skitters through me like a thousand landing butterflies, their wings flapping.
I wiggle my arm in his grip, a useless exercise. Useless like me trying to run on the beach every morning. The only thing it got me was severely sore knees.
“Do you drink blood?”
The words dare their freedom before sanity claims them back.

SIXTEEN
Oh God...my heart thumped to beat any band. Ricky Ricardo thwacking the bongos in a fast Latin rhythm during an episode of I Love Lucy, seizes my mind. Does the Vampire hear?
How superior are his senses? Oh god, he has to be a Vampire. What else?
“You’re trembling, Sapphira.” He picks up the Mango Sangria. “Another sip?”
“You didn’t answer my question,” I counter. Damn it to hell, my voice quavers like a helpless gothic heroine. And I ache to grab hold of the glass. Sip, then keep on sipping.
“Would you like me to taste your blood?”

SEVENTEEN
Seduction. Temptation. The ultimate sexual purr. His voice, a sound barely above a whisper, possesses my ear. Not just the sound. The rim of my ear tingles, pleading for the feel of his lips. The grazing of this teeth.
Omygod. The touch of his fangs?
“Does my rapid neck pulse of absolute fear thrill you?” I dare. With the truth. Why not? He must know. I feel the quick heavy throb below my ear and hate it.
“You thrill me, Sapphira.” He hovers the glass before my lips. “One sip.”
“Tell me the truth,” I desperately bargain. “Then I’ll sip.”

EIGHTEEN
“Which truth, my beloved?”
Beloved...what the freaking hell? This climbed the ladder of creepy exponentially, the way he’d spoken it. As if it were a true endearment. Omygawd.
“Whatever ‘truth’ is most convenient, of course,” I snipe at him. Ripping my gaze away from the sweating glass of Mango Sangria, I try to swallow away my awful thirst. Useless.
“In some respects you haven’t changed, my Sapphira.”
“You act as if you know me,” I snap back like a hoyden. And know, once again, I’d pulled a bonehead move...day-ummm, was that a boner in his black linen pants?

NINETEEN
“I do know you,” he asserts in a dark purr.
I blink several times, lifting my gaze.
“How? We’ve never met before.”
I look down again, expecting not to see what I’d seen. Suddenly, I can’t feel my breath. It’s still there, standing proudly. All too proudly.
“On the island. No, we’ve never met, my Sapphira.”
I stare at his hard-on for what feels like an eternity. Aware that he’s amused like some idle harem prince.
“Where?” I mumble, and jerk my gaze away.
The glass or his overly large cock. I’m trapped between the two.
“Sip. I’ll tell you.”

TWENTY
“Let go. I don’t want to know you.” Yes, a deep vein of stubbornness runs in my family. Hellfire, I wonder which vein he wants to suck on most. And why? He could be Mr. Suave Vampire and suck on any of the four young beauties now eyeing us. They blink their bright-lantern, doe-big eyes as if the magnetic poles are about to shift, tilting the known world upside down. Okay, it could happen. But if it were, there’d be mass panic. I could escape into the abyss of catastrophe.
“Yes, you do,” he assures.
“They want to know you.”

TWENTY-ONE
“They?” he asks as if I’ve actually caught him off guard. Yeah, right, Mr. Huge Boner vampire. It’s still amazingly upright and HUGE. I stare, rather than gaze at what I can never be again. Never was, actually. Beautiful, yes. Not that kind of thinner-than-thin glamor, chic always my constant companion.
“Go, suck their blood,” I prompt, closing my eyes. Could I just fall forward, dead weight, and crawl beneath the table...damn, desperation does breed it’s own insanity.
“I find their blood unappetizing,” he elegantly intones, right out of the movies. “You used to enjoyably suck on my cock.”

TWENTY-TWO
Shocked, no, shocked was not the word. My blood iced. Another ice age? The next instant my blood flamed. Global warming? There was no one word. I’m shocked in the extreme...but, my pique won out, stronger, fiercer, faster...
“Which one would you prefer me to suck on first, Mr. Vorragozi? Your abnormally large dick? Or, should I suck up the rest of the Mango Sangria? How about if I just suck your blood?”
“Dhalyon.” His voice rasped. I suppose because he was actually ‘turned on’ by my offer.
“Dhalyon,” I repeated, not understanding him.
“My first name is Dhalyon.”

TWENTY-THREE
I scowl and consider if I should bite his dick. Viciously.
“I wish you to know my first name before you ‘suck’ on any part of my very willing anatomy, Sapphira.”
“How very gentlemanly of you,” I snarl. “But you haven’t chosen what you want me to suck on first. I gave you three choices.” I emphasize ‘suck’ loudly. And almost feel as though I could stare the Vampire down. Almost. Instead the four beauties openly stare at us. I smile at them. Then give a little wave.
“Cruelty.” His growl was suave. “That I have not possessed your spirit.”

TWENTY-FOUR
“Cruelty?” I ask, stunned in no small measure by fate’s circular pattern.
“That I have not possessed your spirit in my bed. In my life.”
Something twists inside my middle, large as an anaconda. I want an explanation, so fierce I can taste it. Yet...from him. The Vampire.
”Which one?” I utter. And, I have no idea why, except my mind has been left behind in this latest beyond-weird development.
“I had hoped to make this easier on you, my special one.”
“By what? Drugging me with Mango Sangria?” I stab the blade of my voice into him. Sarcastically.

TWENTY-FIVE
Again, my heart thumps like bongo drums. “Okay, not the Mango. Or the Sangria. But whatever drugging ‘substances’ you used.”
Why I feel compelled to correct anything, I don’t have a brain cell left with any clue. Maybe, I merely fill the silence. A vortex of silence. Suddenly.
“I could disappear with you,” he says so softly I’m not certain I actually hear him. Except, inside, I know.
I blink. I sweat. I blurt. “Like a bat? A bat out of hell.”
“No. Like smoke. Poof.”
“Oh.”
“Poof,” he darkly whispers. “We would appear wherever I choose to take you.”

TWENTY-SIX
Okay, my insides have never felt so gooey-spooked. My eyes blink as if they’ve just snapped toothpicks in two. And I swallow, way past *I’m seeing-a-ghost fright*. The closest I recall is Rosemary’s Baby. Now, that was creepsville scary. Yep, and I’ve never gotten over that movie, either. Hell, I don’t like Halloween Haunted houses. Or slasher movies. Or...hell’s bells, as a kid, I didn’t watch the Twilight Zone after one episode, my nightmares were so gargoyle-flying hideous.
“Wouldn’t that look suspicious?” I give another wave to the four beauties, their interest still captured, as much as I’m still captured.

TWENTY-SEVEN
Oddly, I feel him vibrate with laughter. At odds with his statue-like phallus. Yeah, keep the Vamp amused. Maybe, he won’t poof me ‘somewhere’.
“Vampire Viagra?” I ask, staring pointedly at his well-defined, mushroom-shaped point. Damn, what a mouthful...if? If I ever had sucked his dick like he said...had I?
He shakes with more laughter. Until, his finger claims the flesh beneath my chin. I’m surprised by the heat, not by the length of his lone finger. He compels, more than lifts my face. His eyes, dark as midnight, flash like summer lightning.
“You were always my inspiration.”

TWENTY-EIGHT
I almost wish he would bite. Swoop down, and bite. Or do something. His gaze, darker than black, penetrates me, reminding me of a sword swallower. Yep, the force of his gaze is a sword I swallow. Yet, there is a plea, like the flicker of candle, in the depths of his eyes...for what I cannot give him. My few memories of other lifetimes don’t include him. Or any remembrance of vampires. Hell, it’s not like I ever actually knew one.
Time escapes with every breath. His finger doesn’t release my chin. Nor does his gaze unlock from mine.

TWENTY-NINE
The tension kills me, hacking up my insides like a Japanese restaurant chef on meth. Maybe, I should turn my head, the surrendering heroine in this scene...offer my neck, then point to my anxiety-throbbing pulse, and say, Do it, Vampire. Bite me. Bite me right here. Right now. Just do it. Just do it now. Except his gaze entrances me. And I remain obedient. Silly, foolish, stupid, beyond-being-an-idiot me.
“Not here,” he murmurs.
“Too much blood.” The words stumble from between my lips. I sway toward him, feeling impossibly fragile. I whisper, “Why be arrested for assault or murder?”

THIRTY
“I prefer the taste of your lips first.”
The pad of his finger travels over my sensitive flesh, finally grazing my chin, then leaving. It feels barren without his touch. Yet, panic has it’s claws in me. Torn between sensual perfection and my raging fear, I had begged fate to step in, have it’s way.
“My Sapphira.” His palms stroke up my arms. With passion he takes hold of my shoulders, an invitation to come nearer. To become his. I’m not fooled. I know he intends to claim me, regardless of whether I accept him now.
“Kiss me,” he entices.

THIRTY-ONE
The timbre of his voice is gorgeously dark. I sway, and come dangerously close to swooning.
“Kiss me here. Kiss me now,” he croons deeply, like the night he must prefer inhabiting. I swear he must be magnetized, or a true sorcerer. Every particle of my body and being is being pulled toward him. Yes, as much as he urges me forward, I move to him. He’s so tall, my head falls back. Rather than his devastating lips, I half expect to feel the prick of his deadly fangs. God...
“No,” I plead. “I’m too old, too ugly...too fat.”

THIRTY-TWO
An image of me, as I saw myself in the mirror...how I must look in front of anyone who now watches...and who wouldn’t watch? Unless pure disgust overcomes them, their bile threatening, and about to choke them. The debonair handsome most-desired man on the island about to kiss a woman who looks like me.
“Stop,” he whispers. It’s a command, a plea...and passion. “Stop, Sapphira.”
“Not here,” I murmur. Embarrassment climbs up my body like a thousand monkeys after bananas.
His mouth lowers to mine. “Here. Here now.” There’s no point in thinking about moving.
I’m captured.

THIRTY-THREE
“Sapphira.” He breathes my name as if it’s the first breath of his soul. Does he have a soul? Or is he cursed like Buffy’s Angel?
Fear and desire, my own breath escapes against his lips. I want the feel of his lips taking mine. I’m captivated by the shape, the masculine color....not that most men know how to kiss...they don’t, in my experience.
Pressed against the exceptionally hard length of his body, against the spearing tower that is his cock, I wait like I’m in a dream-slow scene, and smell his smoke-luxurious scent.
His lips seize mine.

THIRTY-FOUR
Everything stops. Except his kiss...claiming my lips...then claiming the kiss I cannot help but surrender to him. Our mouths have melded, moving to a violent and sultry rhythm. He takes what he wants. Because my mouth belongs to him. My kiss belongs to him. Yet he gives me what I desire most. I think he knows. He must. Helpless to stop myself, I lean into him. A thrill rips through me as his hands sweep over my back, then trap me completely against him.
He deepens his kiss, ravishing my mouth, his fang slipping over my bottom lip.

THIRTY-FIVE
Stunned, my belly trembles and begs to break free of him. Still, I yield, wildly aware of my breasts flattened against the elegant sculpture of his chest. Despite my panic, my breasts tingle sweetly, and plead to remain. I should be used to the betrayal of my body, by now. I should.
The grazing slide of his fang continues, and becomes a sensual tease on the corner of my mouth, as our lips seek new kisses, and dance to an invisible music. To say his masterful kisses are mind-blowing and fantastic, is to poorly describe what I feel...completely possessed.

THIRTY-SIX
Possessed...his lips on mine are surreal, yet fiery ballistic, a bold passion against my mouth. I’ve dreamed about these kind of kisses forever. Except for the fang, I never dreamed about that. It isn’t dreamy. It’s feral. It sends wicked chills down my spine and wicked thrills down to my dripping sex, which now believes paradise could be more than the island surrounding us. My long-neglected sex purrs like a damn pussy, and I wonder if that’s why the slang began...probably not. But who cares? My breasts swell, turning wanton. My nipples ache and are pleasured, wanting more.

THIRTY-SEVEN
He breaks our fused ferocious kiss, his mouth brushing over my chin, a sensuality I adore. Slowly his lips graze along my jaw, then downward, traveling a sexy path over the sensitive flesh of my neck...is he about to bite? Surely, not here. Still, I almost shiver. As the side of his fang touches my neck, then slips gradually downward, I do shiver. My eyelids squeeze together as if tiny clamps have been put on them.
“Tempting me with darkness?” I manage, my whisper so breathy I don’t know if he hears anything.
“You tempted me with the light.”

December 8, 2008

THIRTY-EIGHT
“The light.” I barely breathe out the words.
“Good witch versus the Vampire,” he whispers, his fang deserting my neck.
“Good witch,” I whisper back, hungering for more of his kisses. Am I hungering for his fang as well? Excitement pools in the pit of my stomach, then pools deeper into my naughtiest sex places, the ones that thrum for the attention of his mammoth cock.
Lightning blazes through my brain suddenly. The image sharp and clear, along with the sliver of remembrance from another lifetime.
“You seduced me so I couldn’t put a binding spell on you,” I accuse.

THIRTY-NINE
Still, my body doesn’t deny him, passion-crazy to stay against his.
“Mmmm...yes. And for other reasons,” he darkly purrs. The side of his fang slides down my neck oh-so-slowly.
“What other reasons?” I stupidly pursue. Why couldn’t I fight him, even if it is useless...god help me, the strength of his body is beyond my imagining. No, my body melds to his, liquid and steamy, and all too willing to be trapped. There’s not an ounce of fight in any fiber of me.
“You always did bring out the ‘fang’ in me.” His voice vibrates roughly, a raw tease.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Holiday cat smooch from the Kougar...

Bold Winds Ruffled Her Black Fur...

Evening, Big Wonderful Cats, the winds howled fiercely for most of the day on the cattle prairie. The leaves whirled in furious spirals. And the white-beautiful clouds didn’t race, yet moved briskly in the bright intensity of the blue sky.
Happy days are here again! The Kougar has put more editing polish on her latest Liquid Silver Books’ novel, BLACK CAT BEAUTY, and sent in the minor changes. Yowling-yay!
Meow-so much fun to read after several month’s time. No cat-proud bragging, just the facts, kitty-ma’am. However, moi IS proud of her story. The Kougar got caught up, and read the story, as she was checking out the few ‘disagreements’ over use of dashes between descriptive words. No biggie. It’s just that mood and flow, and how the story ‘sounds’ to moi’s pricked ear are important to her.
Today, the Kougar’s Thanksgiving gratefulness...purring-yes, completing the edits...purr-purr, the Kougaress is mighty grateful for that. However, she is most grateful for how much she loves her darling canine critters.

Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ a paw snippet from Black Cat Beauty, near the end ~

"Felanyia," she reverently murmured. "I love everything about our world. The ocean, the beaches. The blossom heavenly jungles and our grass-thick savannahs. I love our sun, better than the outer sun on my skin and fur. I love shifting from panther to human, to cat to catwoman ... whenever --" Sable whirled around.
He stood observing her quietly. The man she wanted to turn into a scratching post, rage her claws and fangs over savagely, in fury and in extreme passion.
"Devon."
Nodding to her, Gretta elegantly departed, her tail a lovely sinuous wave.
"Black cat beauty." His voice flowed over her, such rough exquisite velvet.
He strode toward her, every superhero gorgeous inch of him. "Chosen just for your lusting pleasures, D’Torr," she throatily sang and waited for him, one hand on her defiant hip.
His gaze drank her in, as he halted before her. Sable felt like a rare nectar he’d searched the galaxy for and finally found. Reaching behind her, he gently brought a long swathe of her hair forward.
"Untamed as a river, Sable, your tresses tumble down, luxurious strands of dark autumn brown, red and gold--to tease your perfect thighs and always please my eye."
*****
Blurb:
A private Halloween party in a gothic mansion hidden in the Hollywood Hills. Add one party crasher, Sable Kiki, a naughty black cat with a sexy, wild human side. Her covert assignment from her devious, always cunning father: Use her seductive wiles to find out the truth from Devon Zant, a movie star on the rise to super stardom.
Posing as the superhero actor, Devon Zant, D’Torr has arrived on Earth seeking revenge for the capture of his younger brother and to assist in stopping a powerful enemy. The leviathan warfleet of the Altirrux wants to rule all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D’Torr’s race and all the inhabitants of the rare blue jewel, Earth.

Kisses from the Kougar and from the black cat beauty, Sable Kiki...

Black Cat Beauty ~ encounter with a witch

From the land of cold steady rain today, my Beautiful Big Cats, it's good for the tame prairie... meow-however, moi's precious doggies don't like it.

Tomorrow, the Kougar will be blogging on Title Magic ~ Three Magical Good Things ~ is the title. Featured in moi's blog will be Lindsay Townsend's review of ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE, the Kougar's aristocratic fantasy, available from Siren-BookStrand ~

Now for the Big Cool Halloween Cats ~

Black Cat Beauty ~ encounter with a witch
Not the first glimpse, my Pretty Big Kitties...but a private peek at an unedited excerpt from the Kougar’s novella, BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~ coming soon from Liquid Silver Books.
First the blurbie ~

Blurb: A private Halloween party in a gothic mansion hidden in the Hollywood Hills. Add one party crasher, Sable Kiki, a naughty black cat with a sexy wild human side.
Her covert assignment from her devious, always-cunning father: use her seductive wiles to find out the truth from Devon Zant, a movie star on the rise to super stardom.
Posing as the superhero actor, Devon Zant, D’Torr has arrived on Earth seeking revenge for the capture of his younger brother, and to assist in stopping a powerful enemy.
The leviathan warfleet of the Altirrux wants rule of all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D’Torr’s race, and all the inhabitants of the rare blue jewel, Earth.

Excerpt ~ an encounter with a witch

Warning ~ x-rated language

...the woman suddenly appeared, stepping in front of her.
Halting instead of gliding around the woman, Sable ran her gaze up from the stiletto black heels she wore, to the woman’s gaunt face, decorated like an Egyptian cat statue. Unblinking eyes that reminded her of dirty pool water analyzed her face.
"What black arts’ technique did you use?" The woman’s tone spiraled around her, cast from a cauldron spell.
"And why would I share anything with you?" Sable didn’t bother disguising her utter disregard. When she moved to walk away, the woman stepped in front of her again.
"He’s mine." The sinister woman’s voice coiled like a serpent in Sable’s belly.
Placing her fist on one hip, she faced the woman fully. "Is that so?" Sable seized the attacking energy, then twined it around the woman’s throat.
Sinister woman blanched for a moment, her eyes dilating mummy-style before she dispelled the energy, and scowled ruthlessly at Sable.
"I knew it." She growled, her voice like an inner-world gargoyle.
"Knew what?" Sable envisioned batting her head around like a play toy, but didn’t throw the energy at her.
Narrowing her eyes, then pointing a bony finger with a dagger nail that could slice open many a sardine can, sinister woman intoned, "I’m not done, if you’re smart you’ll get out of my way. Everyone gets out of my way...eventually."
Sable idly slid her gaze over the woman’s scarecrow features, her enraged glints for eyes. "If Devon was interested in fucking a woman with a body designed by Skeletor, I would be more than thrilled to send you in his direction." Casually, she regarded her own nails, popping out one claw. "As it is, I would advise you to express your sorcery talents elsewhere."
"Everyone in Hollywood bows before me. I’ve ruined countless careers, and decreed countless others into existence. You’re no match for my sorcery talents, you fat ugly toad." A sparking black cloud emanated from the center of sinister woman’s forehead.
Creating a gale-force wind in her third eye, Sable blew it, dissipating the nasty soupy stuff before it could cause a second’s harm. "Since I have no wish for a career in Hollywood, your dire threat is just so much jibber jabber to my ears." Sable remembered not to flick her ear. Or her tail in haughty satisfaction.
"Do you think your amateurish use of magick can stop me from getting what I want? I can enslave you to my will as easily as crooking my little finger." Demonstrating, sinister woman thrust her Grim Reaper hand in front of Sable’s eyes.
"A big ole’ oops, witchie poo, but you’re too late." Sable languidly tossed her waves of hair. "I’ve already been enslaved. Any advise for removing this collar?"
For an instant, mean ole’ witchie poo gleamed her gaze directly on the collar, then stared at the matching bracelet.
"Want to give it a magickal try?" Sable held up her wrist twisting it in front of the woman’s eyes. To further taunt sinister woman, she glittered the bracelet in the spooky illumination of the neon disco lights. "Maybe a tiny bolt of lightning. Want to try?"
Silent long enough for Sable to hear the lyrics ‘love to love you, baby’ of the sensual disco chant behind her, witchie poo finally looked up from the bracelet. "You’ll regret angering me, you cunt stupid bitch," she snarled, her eyes gleaming greenish streaks of demonic hatred.
Sable smiled widely, her most I’m-going-to-make-you-prey grin. "Spells at dawn? Since I’m the challenger you can choose your favorite weapon from your black arts’ bag of tricks."

HAPPY SPOOKY HALLOWEEN !

Black Cat hiss and kiss from the Kougar...

Halloween Treats for the Black Cat

My Halloween-smug Big Cats, yes, the time has arrived, like trick or treaters at the front door, for edits. The Kougar received her first round of edits for Black Cat Beauty, coming soon from Liquid Silver Books...but, meow-sadly, the naughty kitty girl will not be available before the Great Pumpkin rises into the midnight sky on All Hallow’s Eve. Yowl-happily however, the modern gothic tale, or the modern shifter tail, transcends this one night of spooky fun.
Now, with a flirty meow...just for the Big Cool Cats, the first stanza of a promo poem moi is working on...

Midnight, Starbright, I wonder where my Black Cat is this Halloween night?

I
Before the costumed kiddies giggle and roam from house-to-house, filling their bags full of candy goodies, before the first blink of starlight,
my black cat shifter girl gives a sassy wink to the terrier, trapped behind his chain link fence, while he leaps and yips, threatening to chase and bite.
Sleekly, with an air of nonchalant cattitude, she strolls down the middle of the suburb street, her long tail held high. With not one speck of white,
a witch’s black cat, she crosses the path of every unwary driver, her feline grin smug, as their vehicles swerve, then slide around her in freaked-out fright.

And! the Halloween Treat from Halloween Treats, available from Liquid Silver Books, a blood-curdling werewolf excerpt ~

Familiar Magic – by AJ Hampton
With only two days until the full moon Trenton Gregory realizes he’s got a lot more to worry about than being the area enforcer. Samantha Monroe, his destined mate, wants him to be her familiar. Fighting hormones, a pack of wolves who want him dead, the real challenge will be making it to Halloween in one piece.
An excerpt from Familiar Magic…
Trees rustled along the edge of forest that lined the western side of the bar. Through the cars and trucks, he watched branches sway. Leaves crunched, giving off a subtle sent. He tilted his head, studied the shadows that appeared between the trees. As the hunger inside him mounted, the scents around him shifted. A tight sensation puckered the skin below his fur, and his hackles rose.
If Trent could have grinned, he would have. It appeared the wolf pack he’d tangled with earlier was just as ready as he was to finish their business. He sprinted forward. Pleasure filled him, made his blood sing. The air caressed his fur. Each strand that moved tickled his skin, invigorated him. The faster he ran the more scents he took in. Their mixing changed the taste in his mouth with every inch of earth he passed. All those smells stayed with him, told him where to go, when to hide, and when to hunt.
He stopped at the edge of the clearing and let out a bellowing roar that reverberated through the night. If they wanted to play, he was more than willing to unleash his anger. One by one, the glimmering sheen of their eyes pierced the darkness. Padding forward, he drew them out, into his sight. He’d either have to drag their bodies deep in the woods to bury them, or save himself the trouble and drop them right where he wanted them. This was going to be a dirty fight. Once an animal tasted blood, it only spurred on the need for more. No, this was a fight to the death. They closed in around him, filtered out through the trees in wolf form.
Trent moved in a circle, baring his teeth and eying each one of his prey. He swatted– razor-sharp claws gleaming in the light of the moon. The pack began the dance. They snarled, advanced, and then retreated. Power leaked into the air. It was potent, unsettling. It should have been a warning, a sign that he might be outclassed. At six to one, he knew he was being foolish. Everything went silent, as if the earth sensed the danger and backed off. Pride wouldn’t let him bow out. He was Alpha. Male. Stronger, quicker, more powerful than these dogs, and he’d show them.
The first wolf attacked, jumped into the air. He pushed off the ground with his hind legs and sprang to meet him. His tail moved, lashed against a solid body before they collided in air. The rest was just a tussle of fur and teeth. The wolf went straight for his neck. He was quicker. Blood filled his mouth, the rich, salty taste just whetting his appetite for more. The ground crashed under his feet, and he rolled, pulling his attacker with him. The wolf yelped, a pitiful cry that was silenced when he dug his teeth into its neck and shook. Bones popped. As the wolf’s heart thudded into silence, Trent’s heart beat harder.
Two wolves jumped on his back. The sting of claws forced him to drop their brethren. He reared back in an attempt to throw them off. Two more leaped, sharp teeth dripping with saliva, aiming for his neck. As he pulled on his strength, a fierce snarl ripped from his throat. He shook the beasts off his back, curving his neck enough to grip one of their napes and pull. The wolf crashed to the ground, yelping before it sprang upright. The wolf growled and limped forward, blood dripping to the ground.
They circled, never taking their eyes off each other. He swatted, his paw colliding with solid muscle. The wolf tumbled to the ground. He watched its snout slide through gravel. Triumph gave him a burst of adrenaline. The wolf didn’t get up. Teeth pierced Trent’s thigh. It forced him around in a circle. He tried to shake off the attack. Another wolf jumped, hit him on the opposite side. Pain shot through his lungs and made it hard to draw in a breath. He staggered, thrashed with claws and teeth to fight free. His tail twitched, sliding through dirt. The beast biting him shook its head, tried to separate muscle from bone. Heat pierced his leg, spread into his back.
Crying out, he swung and managed to take down another wolf. For every one he threw to the ground, another rose. It was becoming hard to breathe. Adrenaline coursed through, kept him upright. Blood dripped from the wounds along his back and limbs. The pack surged, fed off the doubt that began to crawl inside him. They lunged, knocked him to his side.
The world grew black, the sound of snarls dampening out everything else. Sam. He shouldn’t have been such a coward. He would jump headfirst into a fight with a pack of bloodthirsty beasts, yet he wasn’t man enough to take her, to claim her as his own. A guttural cry rent through the night, and teeth closed around his neck. Heaviness pressed along his back and legs. The pack howled, the jaw at his neck tightened, teeth piercing his skin. Trent was too weak to move, to fight them off. Samantha

Treats and smooches from the Kougar...

Pale Golden Crescent Moon

Evening of the pale golden crescent moon, and of the peach golden sunset, my Beautiful Big Cats...the autumn air is cooler and shivered the Kougar last night.
Purr-hmmm...it seems as though there are new cougar impersonators out there, or just wannabes...or, Big Kitties, you be the quickdraw judge...remember the cartoon character, Quickdraw McGraw, older cool cats?
Meow and a flick of moi’s tail...back to the faux cougars now abounding upon the landscapes of America. It seems the Savannah breed of cat, created by cross-breeding a domestic cat with the African Serval cat, are being mistaken for cougars, given their larger size and a particular coloring which could resemble a real live cougar. Although, not their wild spotted coloring,
Yowl and howl with amusement, the Kougaress read a news story about a college student who was fooled by the Savannah cat’s attempt to impersonate a cougar. Which does appear to be an ongoing *insert cat smirk here* ruse.

From Wiki on the Savannah cat breed ~
Savannahs are known to jump up on top of doors, refrigerators and high cabinets. Some Savannahs can leap about 8 feet (2.5 m) high from a standing position. Savannahs are very inquisitive, and have been known to get into all sorts of things; they often learn how to open doors and cupboards, and anyone buying a Savannah will likely need to take special precautions to prevent the cat from getting into things.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Savannah_(cat)

Today, the Kougar posted an unedited excerpt of, Black Cat Beauty, her Coming Soon novella from Liquid Silver Books on the Love Romances Café loop ~ Kick off to Creatures of the Night Theme Days is: October 2nd: Sexy Vampires and Sinful Shape Shifters

Unedited Excerpt: BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~ CHAPTER ONE

"Bored." Sable tossed back her auburn waves of thigh-length hair, sauntering inside the main ballroom of the privately owned gothic mansion.
"Flat." She wrinkled her nose, and wished she could flip her own tail, instead of being stuck with the fake listless cat tail of her costume. With casual flair she set the champagne glass on the first passing tray, waiter attached, and kept on gliding into the main party area of the monstrous mansion.
Remembering not to flip her ears in search of Yisbet’s high-pitched signal, a keening sound beyond human hearing, Sable surveyed the Halloween crowd of black cats, and decided Halle Berry’s version of Catwoman won out as the most favored costume, with the Eartha Kitt costumes coming in a close second. If it hadn’t been for the fact that most of those present were humans, encased in their second-skin black cat costumes, Sable would have felt right at home.
"Ooooh, Dracula black cat," she cooed to a tall man who was obviously gay. His gaze slobbered over the boy toy waiter passing between them. Yet, he grinned at her, his fake whiskers at odd angles on his artfully painted face.
Listening for Yisbet, her long-time friend and surveillance partner, Sable wove through the loose crowd of partying black cats, who flirted with the realization that the night was still young, with midnight several hours away.
"Felix, the cat," she teased with her tone, then tweaked the paunchy man’s black fur cheek. He was one of the few guests with extra love handles showing on his short frame, and probably a producer invited to this celebrity shindig.
"Yeah, honey, you got some cat scratch fever for me?" he asked like Mel Brooks. She paused, smiling at his good-natured comeback.
"Wouldn’t want to tangle with your wife. She’s an Amazon compared to me."
"How’d you know the redhead cat burglar was my wife?"
"Smell." Gripping the tip of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, she wiggled it in an imitation of Samantha from Bewitched TV fame.
He grinned widely just as Yisbet signaled. Sable gave him a sassy grin, then pivoted toward the long low bar. Elegant and chic in design, it was covered by red mahogany, the expensive leather stitched in a large diamond design.
Sable smiled at several other men, her natural cat-like grace causing them to stare, even though the curves of her lower half were more generous than was allowed in tinsel shallow town.
"You’re late to the party." Yisbet saluted her arrival with a generous-sized gimlet.
"Can’t a black cat have some scary fun on All Hallow’s Eve?" Casually Sable leaned on her elbow, and languorously planted her hip against the bar.
Yisbet stopped mid-sip. "What did you do?"
"Just a ‘little tiny wee’ chase. A four-footed bounce and pounce through the local haunted house."
Yisbet scowled for an instant. "You’re lucky no one tasered you or hit you with a blast of pepper spray."
"The kiddies loved it," Sable defended, grinning. "Most of them cheered when I chased Freddie Krueger. They clapped and hopped, very happy, and were especially excited over my departing finale’..." Sable waved away the willowy black cat bartender, who strongly resembled Audrey Hepburn.
"What?" Yisbet reluctantly prompted, rolled her eyes.
"I hissed and spit viciously at them while arching my back. Then I performed the typical cat scream. As bedlam ensued about me, the parents clacking and clucking like hysterical chickens, I bared my scary claws and evilly flattened my ears. Right on cue, I sprang like a panther, straight for Frankenstein’s face. Splat! I hit my target. Sinking my claws into his mask like a wildcat, I clung as he whirled around grabbing at me." Sable flipped a triumphant smile. "Quite enjoyable until the sirens yowled in my ears." Cocking her head, she peered into her friend’s face, then offered a light-hearted grin. "Are you going to report my misbehavin’ antics?"

A kiss beneath the pale golden crescent moon from the Kougar...

Top Ten Reasons he might be a stallion shifter...

AFD, after the deluge, my Gorgeous Big Cats. The Kougar hasn't experienced this much rain for probably a decade now. An actual nearly two days of steadily raining...a true miracle...meow! This way of raining used to occur until the drought conditions of, at yowling least, the past seven years. So, this could be Hurricane or Himmacane Gustav's silver lining? Or, the unintended consequences of those engaging in the weather wars, that some authorities in various disciplines believe through various types of evidence, is going on.

Oh, Big Kitties, the moon is a low hung crescent and a delicious shade of orange sherbet, right now. And sundown, absolutely phenomenal. The western sky was painted in luminous pinks and oranges, and glistened as if created from flame.

News purring funsies ~ last night moi excitedly enjoyed the announcement of Black Cat Beauty under Coming Soon on the Liquid Silver forum ~ http://liquidsilverbooks/forum ~ and attached blurbage. Happily whipping tail also, Tangerine Carnal Dreams from Aspen Mountain Press, is at FictionWise.

So, just for the Big Cool Cats, the last part of the Kougar's blog on Title Magic yesterday. Who roaring knows, these top ten reasons could be important info when you make that next galactic trip.

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So, you’re relaxing, hanging out at the local bar and dance club near the Heroux spaceport, before you head out on the next passenger transport, and return to your home world. Your assignment has been a rough one, but the intel you’ve gathered will stop one of the galactic crime syndicates from corrupting your government.
Leaning on one hip against the bar, an immense sleek structure that gradually curves along the shape of the dome structure itself, you sip on a red scorpion ale...bitter, potent, yet spiced deliciously...while watching the local inhabitants gregariously interact and dance with an eclectic mixture of other races. Given this is a sea water planet-moon, the humanoids are evolved from squid and dolphin genes. Their indigo shades of skin are covered with pearlescent hues of every color.
You’ve seen similar scenes, at least, a hundred times before. Yet it never loses its appeal or its fascination to your eye. Besides, there’s always something to learn that could save your hide in the cosmic badlands, or wherever you’re on assignment.
It’s no surprise when a handsome, looking-for-a-ride man saunters toward you, the wicked gleam in his eyes shooting toward you like a pulse weapon. From the looks of him he could be from your home world, except for his taller height, and his thick long mane of hair. And well, if your gaze lowers...there’s that obvious size difference.
However, is he an equine shapeshifter? Notorious for chasing a woman through the gates of any hell to possess her...like the powerful stallion he is...

Here it is, the help you need: The top ten reasons he might be a stallion shapeshifter.

10. As he approaches, his gait subtly alters to a studly prance, as if you’re a filly he’s scented.

9. He flashes his gaze over you, then slowly turns the corners of his mouth up in a bold you-want-me flirtation. And strangely, he seems to arch his neck in a demonstration of prowess.

8. When you glare a fierce warning that you’re not in the least interested, he grins with confident charm, leans against the bar and arrogantly props himself up on one elbow, just out of reach of your kick, as if you had hooves.

7. After ordering an oat molasses brew, he tosses his mane of hair magnificently, then flares his nostril in your direction.

6. When you pointedly ignore him, yet keep a watch from the corner of your eye because he could be an assassin on your trail, or a slaver after you for the sex market, he idly quaffs his brew, and keeps his own protective watch. Not to mention his entire posture is a warning to every male ~ stay away, or risk a savage kick to the groin.

5. Irritation firing through your veins, you hiss a loud sigh, and partially face him, then scowl like a reptoid demoness. He takes that as an invitation to join you, his demeanor utterly virile as he moves beside you.

4. When you demand he leave in galactic vernacular, he merely leans closer and it suddenly feels like he’s snuffling your face. Gently.

3. As you reach for your side weapon, disguised as a tiny payment clip, he nuzzles along your neck, and involuntarily your fingers let go. Then while blushing wildly, you try to contain your silly heaving breaths.

2. In an effort to save yourself from his seduction you begin to shove away from the bar, but he nips your shoulder sending frissons of pleasure to your core.

1. When you protest in your own language, murmuring, No ... he nuzzles the rim of your ear passionately, and whispers, Want to take me for a ride?

While this is not an actual scene in my novella, Tangerine Carnal Dreams, it was certainly inspired by my stallion shapeshifting hero, and my kickassitude heroine.

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~
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 ~

After the rain kisses from the Kougar...

Top Ten Reasons Why You Might Have Black Cat Fever

Good summer evening, Big Cats, the Kougar is celebrating the fact that she completed her cover art form for Black Cat Beauty ~ Liquid Silver Books ~ with this yowling tongue-in-cheek list.

The top ten reasons you might be living with a black cat woman... and have a bad case of black cat fever, forever...

10. If one of her favorite songs is YEAR OF THE CAT, which she purrs along to while undulating in time to the music, a beatific and superior expression on her face.
9. If you’re surprised to discover that pound of raw shrimp you brought home last night, has disappeared out of the fridge as if it never existed. But you don’t care.
8. Every time there’s a full moon and the alley cats yowl, she opens the window wider and instead of hurling a shoe at the racket, she leans on the window sill and hums along while you watch her swaying bottom, and plan just what you’re going to do to her.
7. She insists you meet her parents at the most expensive Sushi bar in town, despite the fact that you’re allergic to tuna. And you happily comply after a token argument.
6. Every time you play one of your favorite rock tunes, CAT SCRATCH FEVER, she smiles, kneads your shoulders enthusiastically, then rubs her pussy against you even more enthusiastically. You play it more often.
5. You discover a stash of natural herbal hairball paste in her bathroom cabinet while fetching one of her huge towels to rub her dry with, an act which seems to keep her contented...and, yes, purring softly. Okay, you forgot to buy her catnip tea, and this will cause her to forgive you.
4. When it’s your turn to vacuum, you see what looks like black cat hair, but you don’t have a cat. And neither does she. Although there is usually a copy of CAT FANCY on the coffee table.
3. She refuses to come no matter how nicely you demand it, unless you promise to make her come, and invite her to bat your balls like playthings.
2. The love bite on your shoulder felt like the nip of needle-sharp fangs, not human teeth. And you only want more.
1. No matter what she wore to bed, when you wake up in the morning, she’s often utterly naked and smells like outdoors. After throatily purring *black cat fever* she impatiently mews for the vigorous use of your cock in her pussy. You never deny her, even if it makes you late for that all-important appointment.

Big Beautiful Cats, take a stroll over to the Liquid Silver SEx blog for Jade’s Ghost Dust blog. Moi’s mew-sings below.

Jade, cool paranormal experience. I've had lots of paranormal experiences, but not that many of the ghostly type.
One place we lived, long ago, had originally been the location of a hotel because of the healing waters. The original building had burned down, with several fires burning down the houses built.
You could feel presences, however they didn't seem to mind that we were there.
One time, I had a small candle burning beside my bed and dozed off. It shouldn't have burned anything because of the container. But when I awoke, there was a scorch mark around the container...as though the fire had been put out.
Other than that the spirits never tried to burn us out of the place...the next people who bought it, yep, the place burned down.

Ten smoochies from the Kougar...

Black Cat Beauty ~ Revised

Good Evening, my Beautiful Big Cats, the sunset is the intense tangerine color on the Kougar's stallion shapeshifter novel, Tangerine Carnal Dreams from Aspen Mountain Press ~ which moi discovered via Google Alert, is available at the UK version of ebook, Libris, moi mewing thinks that's the correct name...roar indeed, for just 2 pounds sterling? A big rumbling purr...are the Brits into an otherworld adventurous erotic romance with a stallion shifter hero?

Very early this morning before the Kougaress hit the bedsheets she had a strange visitor, who refused to leave and refused to be captured. Perhaps, a young frog prince, who thought the Kougar Princess would attempt to kiss him if caught. Not so. This princess is sooo past that romantic stage in life. All moi wanted to do was put the little leaping critter outdoors once again and sing 'born free' in her mind. Not to mention the Pope could declare moi's froggie as artistically distasteful as the very green crucified frog, beer in one hand, and a proud museum resident, offering him not one tiny smidgeon of a blessing. Sad, indeed...what has become of organized religion these days?

The whole long froggie hopping episode was such an exercise in the rather bizarre, which includes a purple beanbag chair, that the Kougar will attempt to write a story in the future ~ tentatively titled: The Strange Visit of the Frog Prince. Or, perhaps, a Young Froggie's Saga.

However, most of moi's day was devoted to writerly biz as usual, and filling out the cover art form for Black Cat Beauty, contracted by Liquid Silver Books ~ always an intense exercise in creativity for the Kougar, who is also purring-glad her revision of the story worked out, and just plain worked. Meow and sigh and flop down on a comfy rug.
And this big cat is tuckered out.
No smooch for the frog prince from the Kougar...